Tag: wu-tang clan

How fucking tall is Method Man?

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“Meth, Ghost, I have one question.”

“No doubt.”

“What up, James?”

“Where’s U-God?”

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Comey looks like a guy who just embezzled $400,000 from his accounting firm, flew to Vegas, and now he’s sitting in the Sports Book of Caesar’s Palace wondering what the fuck to do.

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I wasn’t kidding, 2018. You start making sense, goddammit, or I’m gonna beat some sense into you. Stop crying. You stop crying right now, 2018! I will give you something to cry about!

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“I have no jurisdiction over the Martin Shkreli case whatsoever.”

Dear 2018,

I give up. Officially and publicly, 2018: I give up. Full and unconditional surrender. Whatever it is you want, you may have or do. I’ll tell you where the money is. You can do unpleasant sex things on me. Uncle, I cry. Whatever it will take to make you act like a normal year, I will do that and I will do it with vigor and joy. 2016 and ’17 were just awful; you, 2018, are fucking weird and I can’t take it anymore. All I’m asking is that you at least pretend to try to make sense. It seems like you’re just free associating at this point, 2018. Please, please, please stop being like this.

Thank you,
Thoughts on the Dead

PS Also: please don’t kill any more Rock Stars.