This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop. You don’t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap, packing a mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac. The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that I’ll still be able to break the weekend.
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Worrying items sold in 1902 (thanks, T).
How Game of Thrones is written every year (thanks, J).
Rejected poster designs for The Shining, complete with Kubrick’s notes.
Superhero alphabet (thanks, J2).
Mad Max editing (thanks, A).
Tourists can go on Cocaine tours in Colombia (thanks, T):
Tom Hardy’s old MySpace page (spookily he claims, ‘I’ll crash the motor’ and ‘I am a goldfish walking through a desert’).
What’s inside toys (thanks, S).
Cassetteboy fun: