I was listening to the radio this weekend and I noted there were an inordinate amount of pro-abstinence commercials. Not that I’m anti-abstinence per se, but I must admit that this trend of abstinence only sex education is rather disheartening because it seems to miss the target. Commercials ending “I wish I waited” miss the mark. Why? Because people ARENT waiting.
Happy motherfucking Friday ladies and gentleman. It’s been a crazy week, one that felt as though it had an extra few days mixed in, but alas, it’s over. Before you go off and drink yourself into oblivion (I see you Big Homie) here are a few news stories to wet your whistle on.
As most of you may be aware, I tend to think Tyler Perry = the Devil. Or at least a tool of the Devil. Or at least a tool to creating some god-awful modern day minstrel shows. However, as with my prejudice against Vitamin Water, I figured in order to be truly fair and balanced (not that I actually care to be), I should give the motherfucker a chance before calling his film and TV work as coon-erific as his stage plays.
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When the kid in the picture above is a teenager who listens exclusively to Marilyn Manson, dresses like a vampire reject, hates people and shots up his school before ending his own sad, miserable, self involved life, please believe it’ll be 50 cents fault. Or maybe at that point, it’ll be Marquise’s fault.
Since A&R and Artist Development budgets have been cut like healthcare and every one and their uncle’s baby momma wants to be a rapper, we here at Southern Comfort have decided to put together a nifty Idiots Guide to a Successful Rap Career, detailing a few of the less obvious rules (misspell as often as possible using a “z” any chance you get, pick the most retarded ass stage name you can think of, make it an acronym for something outrageous if you can, etc.)
Follow at your own risk. And if you blow up, I expect mad residuals. Crazy mad.
Its rumored that three-time Olympic gold medalist Marion Jones is going to admit she use performance enhancing drugs at several times throughout her career as one pf the US’ most celebrated female athletes. Pardon while I continue to not give a fuck.
I know. You don’t even have to say it. I’ve been gone to long, the fridge is emty, the bar ran dry days ago…. I know. The Geek Squad is taking its precious time with my computer, and work has had me crazy busy, but here is some news to keep you busy, while I sort my techno woes out out.
A note: Southern Comfort frowns on censorship, but the following post is definitely for the grown ups.
It is only fitting that SC’s resident Vagina Scientist brought this to my attention- a German developed perfume of sorts called Vulva. As you can tell, Germans are pros at subtlety.
