F all of you – right.

With the arrival of each Friday, I like to reflect back on the week as a whole, so I can fully grasp the fact that my life is becoming a giant brown rapidly expanding shithole. For example, yesterday I accidentally smeared on about 1 lb of potent asshole-man-scented moisturizer – 36 hours and 2 showers later, I still smell like the inside of a white stretch hummer on a Saturday night in Astoria, Queens.

Anyway, I basically hate everyone and every thing right now and here’s a big F YOU, happy weekend a-holes. I hope you need therapy.

that’s so raven, this is so right! Peter Luger commercial on ecstacy.

Well, since Cloff’s album Meat, Watches and Stuff isn’t dropping for like 2 or infinity years, I thought I’d share this excellent, right rave remix.  It makes me wonder things like: “What happened to bubblegum pink UFO pants?”; “Did DARUDE’ overdose on E and die?  If not, why didn’t they follow up their AMAZING song Sandstorm?”; “WHERE HAVE ALL THE RAVERS GONE?”

that’s so raven, this is so right! an ode to peter luger.

SOO-PLIES!

I’m posting something that’s so right.  My friend, we’ll call him Clofford (Cloff for short), got a BlackBerry in early 2008. Soon after, Cloff discovered the voice note function and quickly began raping the shit out of it. No one’s life has been the same since.

One of my all time favorites is a brief ode to Peter Luger Steakhouse.  This is not Cloff’s only ode to meat, meat products, and/or vahjeens, but it’s definitely the first single off his upcoming new album Beef, Watches and Stuff.  I’ve added some photos and 80s club synth jams so you can get the visual effect.

“peter luger. porterhouse. eat the meat. go to the house.”