I wish I knew more. Ridiculous, right? Right. Did I act like there hasn’t been a tomfoolery post in over 8 months? I did. Just work with me here. We’re baaaaaack…new bloggers, too. Just be on the look out for ‘em.

Re-up because it’s hilarious, and you guys need some f*cking laughter in your life. Trust me, it’s utterly ridiculous, and I felt borderline uncomfortable because I felt like little man was gonna say something to make things racial. I’m just saying though.

“NO! I keep losing at deals, and I DON’T WANNA MAKE A DEAL ANYMORE!”

There are actually five or six quotables, but I’d rather you all hit the comment section with them. LOLOLOLOLOL. boris i love you!

Nostalgic from my Boston College days, I decided to throw up a video that me and my right hand man Ricardo created the day before we graduated. Exams had us stressed out, so we had to just let loose real quick. Notice how I had a beard, by the way. This is pretty much how every day of school was for us, though. Let’s get it.

Enjoy the rest of the weekend, folks.

Brought to you by the geniuses over at Holy Taco.

In other news, I’m still working on The Great Progression. It’s all in the designer’s hands now, because my work is basically complete. Stay up to date with the movement via Twitter: @TheGeePee. Oh, and me too (@DCtoBC). I know I always say it, but thanks for the support. Thanks for all you guys who grabbed the S.A.D. #2 as well; we did over 2,000 downloads total, and with no real promotional push besides some vicious word of mouth and a couple of blogs that I really f*ck with posting it. Thanks again for all that.

The Great Progression. Coming shortly, I promise.

Do I lie?

BRO FRANKLIN IS BACK! My favorite uncle, notorious for his ability to pop and lock better than anybody on his home continent. This latest episode is him crashing an album release party at the church. He literally takes over. I don’t even think he’s supposed to be up on stage. Talk about the holy ghost.

My lord. Thanks to Eki for showing me this.

PREVIOUSLY: Bro Franklin & Namata!

LOL. Ok, so it’s not J.D. from Hip Hop Update. But it is a very, very disheartened Clemson fan, much like J.D. is often. His Tigers took an L, and the camera people caught him on camera. He’s pretty damn upset, and I’m thinking that he’s either very passionate, or he bet his life savings. That’s the only explanation. And make sure you watch it all, because it’s great.

Oh, and J.D. Don’t think I didn’t see your Twitter updates, talking so much smack about Maryland this past weekend.

Worst team in the world, huh? College Park ate you and your Tigers alive, and I talked no smack. Until now. If you’re a real man, you’ll retweet this. @HipHopUpdate, guys, feel free to send him taunts and jabs. Sucker.

Damn. Wizards guard/foward DeShawn Stevenson hasn’t been the same after losing his verbal spat with Nike’s newest poster child, ‘Bron ‘Bron, and then being called out by Hova on that diss track, “Blow The Whistle”. I don’t know what happened, but he’s cracked. Why? Well, look at the picture below.

Exactly. He’s f***ing up, man. He’s just tatted his FACE up. Didn’t he read my article on THE LINK BETWEEN FACIAL TATTOOS AND INSANITY!? According to myself, he’s certifiably insane. His reasoning for the tattoos are even more ridiculous. Read what he told the Washington Times:

“Stevenson is again sporting his beard, but vows to “keep it clean for the Wizards.” He had a close cut, but had a rat-tail. He also is sporting new ink. On his right temple, along his hairline is etched LONDYN, his 1-year-old son’s name. On his left cheek bone is inked the Pitsburgh Pirate’s ‘P’, “for the Pittsburgh, that’s my favorite team. Barry Bonds, when he first started.” The thing about the P is, however, that it’s backwards and looks more like a 9. DeShawn tried to explain, “No, if you’re standing where Dom’s standing and looking at me, it looks like a P.” … The final new tat is a crack on the left side of Stevenson’s forehead. He said it’s because “I don’t crack. I feel like people always try to break me, but I don’t crack. So, I put that there.”"

…wait, what the hell did you just say? You’ve tatted a backwards P to your face? I hope that joint is henna, dude. What’s even wilder is that he has those 5′s, and good ol’ Honest Abe tatted on his neck. What happened? Did he blackout at a Vegas casino and mobsters ruined him by tatting his face instead of collecting his debt? Did he go to the tattoo parlor and say, “what’s up dude, let me get the works. I want it all.” And did he really say that he doesn’t crack, so he tatted a crack to his face? He’s a crackhead for that one, literally. When I told Twitter Nation that our team need new players to make up for this disaster, my man Sam quickly reminded me about our off-season acquisitions:

Alright, well, somebody better step up to the plate. ASAP. I can’t take too much credit for the info, as Sporting News put me on, but cot damn.

Yep. Booty pop. Giving flat-assed women shape and men a false sense of hope since the beginning of time. Think of them as push-up / padded bras for the buttocks. I wonder how many times I’ve been fooled. Let’s see how convincing they are.

Get yours here. But really, go to that link. The site is ridiculous.

I know. We working hard over here behind the scenes to make everything smoother than some boiled eggs for y’all. I’ll leave you with some words from one of my good friends, MTV Riff Raff.

“I’m thinkin’ bout them hoes, bitch I’m ridin on them 4′s /

I’m jumpin’ out on them vogues, wearin’ damn near no clothes”

Yes, you just heard that, 7:56 deep. Riff Raff is like a very, very unseasoned Paul Wall. And of course I picked Paul, because Paul is from Houston and is of the Caucasian persuasion.

Although his grill doesn’t permit him to speak clearly, occasionally I make out some cleverly strung together lines, offering a sliver of hope for his budding rap career. For the majority of the time, however, he’s just ridiculous. Go do some YouTube shopping and you’ll soon agree.