"Here’s your homework assignment for this weekend: Go up to the DJ at the party, wait for a needle scratch, and then say, “You, DJ. You are an odious, self-important knave whose office could be performed by literally any person present. You are an iPod tender masquerading as an artist, and for that offence I hereby declare bullshit on you and all of your ilk. BUUUUUULLLLLSHIIIIIIIIT.” Extra credit if they’re tag-teaming like these two."
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