I’m not going to hate in this comment, I’m just going to say that I want to fight Kanye West. It’s not that I hate his music or his cocky-attitude, it’s just I think someone really needs to lay his ass down. And I’m the man for the job. I don’t care if we fight in a boxing ring, a UFC octagon, or a WWF cage, I just want to knock him out of his fucking shudder shades and let him see clearer. I don’t find his music annoying or anything, in fact I bootlegged his Graduation CD. It’s just something about him that I just don’t like. I guess it’s the fact that he’s a fucking loser who made it big. Since when do rappers wear woolen cardigans, green pants, and sunglasses out of which you can’t see shit. Don’t say, “Oh, but Soulja Boy wears sunglasses outta which he can’t see,” because Soulja Boy is another victim on my Shite I Hate list that I won’t go into detail about today. And, as a sidenote, don’t call Soulja Boy a rapper, he’s hip-pop cunt. Continue Reading ->

I was looking around on the blogosphere, as they call it, and saw that it’s packed with blogs about blogging. Now people, the only blogs you need to read to learn more about blogging are ProBlogger, ThouShallBlog, LinkersBlog, Entreperneurs-Journey, and DoshDosh. Almost everything else out there is sheer useless shite that read ProBlogger and regurgitate everything Darren Rowse or his guest posters write. These impostor bloggers that give advice on blogging love saying things like “If I can make money blogging so can you.” First of all, the way you’re making money off blogging is by teaching how to blog without ever having a successful blog prior to your blog about blogging. Does that make sense? How can you teach me how to blog when this is your first fucking blog? I don’t know why but everywhere I turn I see these blogs about blogging pop up. Continue Reading ->

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We’ve all been to Starbucks, we’ve all seen them. You know who I’m talking about. Those women. Those Starbucks women that sit around at four in the afternoon, enjoying their $7 coffee, wearing $200 sunglasses on their foreheads, with their Louis Vuitton bags hanging off their chairs and the keys to their Lexus SUVs on the table in front of them, talking about their good-for-nothing husbands. Don’t lie to me, you know exactly what I’m talking about. I was at Starbucks the other day trying to study and each and every time I go there, there is these types of women all around. These aren’t no desperate housewives, they’re just stuck-up bleach-blonde bitches that haven’t felt the touch of a man in a long time and because their houses are spotless thanks to their Latino housekeepers, they’ve got nothing better to do than just sit around Starbucks and talk shit about their uninteresting lives. Wow, how much I hate these type of women. They’ve never worked a day in their lives, they married some CEO, and hoping their lives would be all cream and sugar, they’re jealous of their hardworking counterparts who took the hardway out and made it in life with their own sweat and tears. Continue Reading ->

I’m sure you’ve all seen this fucking annoying commercial. Well, I haven’t seen a more irritating commercial on the tele than this one in a long while. No, not because the bitch is yelling while the other bitch is taking a fully minute to drive through a stop-sign, but simply because that fool is telling me that I don’t drive like her. The fact is, I do drive like her, alright? I fucking do, you jerk-off, so stop feeding me lies! Continue Reading ->