Wednesday, February 15, 2006


Hello all.
Your favorite bluntcommented commentator is back with the antidote for all the fakeness around us. First off. Gaymerican Idol. These people really need to stop, they are dreambreakers that have too many issues among themselves. Ryan Seacrust needs to lay off the tanning visits. His skin is beginning to look too much like a bag of Jack Link's Jerky. Not too mention he's homo as fuck. From under what rock did he crawl??? ...and how does this cocksucker have his own star on the Hollywood walk of fame???? Can anyone tell me... I don't even think that Joe Pesci has his own. What a jip. Maybe if we all prayed together, Joe Pesci will kill the seacruster and strip him of that star. What the fuck gives.


J.J. Reddick this past week just broke the all time record for points with a college when he scored 2,557, trumping Dawkins record of one basket less. He also holds the highest free throw percentage in NCAA history...with 93.7%. Anyway, you fools don't give a hot otter's ass about the numbers. You just want March madness to come so you can piss all your dough away and have an excuse to kill a whole case in an afternoon. Are we about to see the next Larry Bird? Dick Vitale claims Reddick is the player of the year. Obviously he don't know me, and who the REAL player of the year is. WATCH. Dun. No fakes heeere Nelly.

Finally, Marc Ecko, the king of culture gear....
came around to putting together something that I would actually buy. The way his clothing is now, as opposed to 4-6 years ago is very basic. I remember djing at G-Spot Clothing (r.i.p.), and getting paid in clothes not feddi. Caught an official limited ed. Playboy/Ecko is still mint. Almost everytime I got the chance Iwould pick something Ecko, or Triple 5, and this seems weird but, Enhale. That was clothing line that had a crisp idea, but no budget for marketing. Yeah, they happened to get on the Shady Aftermath bandwagon and it just didn't work out for them. I still have some of my Enhale clothing and will keep it hostage and rock it to a show like 6 years from now.

!!!!!HATE HOP??????

SWEEN is currently in the studio working his long awaited follow-up to Face Punch Music. Guests will include Pumkinhead, El Gant, LoDeck, S.M.O.G., and many other artists from the Cap D.I. In tru 518 fashion the production will be done mostly by Jack of all Trades and yours truly, ... and maybe with a few
from Sgt. Katz. Other projects that have been discussed are an EP with Smog and Sween, a Mic Mangla soulo and of course, the next on the list to come out...JacknVinyl. Jim and myself over our own beats (so you know they will be classics) with many, many, many, many special guests. Entitled Randomonieum...ask around jerkwad...they will be out before the end of the year.

We Eat Fish, Tossed salads and make rap ballads...

"Awwwwww....don't fuck with Ghost you'll feel sorry." The new album is seriously entertaining as well as golden, reppin' the Wu thoroughly as usual. Since being with Def Jam I think he has an artist and as an emcee. ...but for the better. Help support anb go to his webpage to download fresh wallpapers and AIM icons. Now that I think of it, his tracklistings ain't all outta wack anymore. That's a plus, considering that his bulletproof album had me guessing what was what for weeks. Although his vintage stuff is like crack, he seems to be more about following concepts now as he writes his joints. Either way he kills it. Always.
KILOS (on album)
THE AMAZIN' (not on album) cause I got it like that.
O'Doyle loses. The Vinylcologist RULES!

Dead End Streets

---(Dec. 1st 1933 - Jan. 6th 2006)---
Lou Rawls recently passed and Capitol Records just released an Anthology containing some classics produced by David Axelrod. Get on it buddy if you're not. Retrosoul at it's finest.
Down Here On The Ground- (taken from anthology)
...kick back and blaze one down for Lou, willya?


Watch this horse go bananas when it slips of the stage. I almost choked on my dutch watching this I laughed so hard.
Horsey Fall (video)

...until next time, you fuckin' sallys.

Sunday, February 05, 2006


The big fuckin' day is tommorrow...well.!! It's late, I'm zooted, and I figured that it wouldn't hurt to drop a few lines about who's gonna pay out the ass this year to advertise thier shit. Pizza Hut will feature an ad with the always eyefuckable Jessica Simpson and thier new stuffed with cheese that's gonna have you runnin', talkin' bout toliet bowl Sunday. Budweiser will dig deep into dem pockets trying to revive thier marketing schemes. Please lizards, or conference calls where everyone is screaming like retarded Eden Park nursing home patients. will be looking to score some big points with if we didn't know they exsisted, or remembered that they did. Here's a your money fuckers, the job market blows right now. No one is going to hit up your site even if you paid them in dead nigga storage coupons. Finally, the one we've all been waiting for... The Dove (my fat ass is beautiful even though my sweat stinks like deer blood) campaign. You know, the ads you always see when you are reading O magazine fagboy. Nah, actually you aren't a fagboy, fagboys don't read this blog. There will be many more I'm sure from Coke and/or Pepsi and a ton other companies that we all know are there. They just feel the need to keep reminding us why we don't buy thier products, and why we won't switch from what we like just cause the '05 Daisy Dukes shakes her Nick abused ass.

You AnnNOID yet?

I'm pleased to say that we have a few new projects in the making...including the Jack N. Vinyl project. After going through acres of floppy discs we have at least half of the beats for the project. Special guest production from P.J. "muthafunkin'" Katz and cameos from whoever we decide to be on it. Lucky fucks...also, there has been some talk about a Sween and S.M.O.G. EP as well. Durt Murchants will have thier day in court within the next year, and be on the lookout for the ONLY Origin Ill posse cut that exists right now. Myspace. foo.

EYE CANDY...Isla Fisher...from Wedding Crashers.
till the next juan mang.