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If this video doesn’t make you want to don a safari hat and go dancing in the street like a loon, then there must be something seriously wrong with you.
So off you go, don’t forget the hat, and make sure you get a friend to join you so they can dress up in lion costume and chase you round the neighbourhood. Chop-chop.
Time was, maybe way back before the Industrial Revolution, when being a climate scientist was nothing to shout about, no one even knew about the ozone layer. And now look at them, they have their own rap song.
They’re the toast of Rap Land, the MCs with the mostest, laying it down like they see it. And they see it melting, fast. So next time you laugh in the face of one for studying the art of nothingness, just remember, there used to be polar ice caps, now there’s just hot air, and not just the stuff coming from your stupid ass-mouth. I’m a Climate scientist YO!
Dan Bull, poet laureate of the interwebs gives his rap verdict on all those super injunctions that everyone’s getting all upset about and that. Haven’t we got bigger things to worry about than rich people cheating on their spouses?
Like, what to have for dinner? Or maybe not, maybe censorship is wrong in all its many forms, plus there’s nothing better than reading some salacious gossip over your Sunday breakfast of fried lolz.
A fascinating creature that can mimic any sound it hears in the forest. So that means other animals and… Rebecca Black’s hit “Friday”? Huh? WHY!? Even the woodlands of Australia aren’t safe from the horror of that pop turd.
It’s a sad day for the world when even the animal kingdom isn’t immune to the sickly nonsense of the teen pop factory lameness. Please, for the love of all that is sacred, don’t let this bird hear Justin Bieber.
“Gazman, it’s the Julianator!” Yes, the British festival season is nearly upon us and in this day and digital age, 21st century festival going means you can be all middle class and bring the kids with some artisan bread, pickled skunk, and sundried LSD.
No one loves that jolly nice experience more than Adam Buxton, who knows all about jumping in the 4×4, packing up the collapsible yurt and heading off to Sludge Fest. Cheers ears.
You hear that? Listen closely, the Geordie twang, heralding the end of society as we know it. Remember the Mayan prophecy about 2012, the end of the world? Well, look at this series about vacuous plebs in the north of England as the bell tolling the beginning of the end.
Right after the last episode we’ll hear a massive thud, as all the birds of the earth drop dead from the skies, then the seas will bubble with sulphur and the ground beneath your feet will crumble away.
Here’s a “What If…” to ponder in those quieter moments of your day: What if those Jersey Shore guidobags spoke their particular vein of English in the style of Oscar Wilde? In fact, don’t ponder it because this video does it for you.
If it proves anything it’s that if you speak in a posh voice while dressed in the finest fashion from the mid-19th century, it could just be stream of consciousness foul language or even an ass burp, it’ll still sound theatrical.
It’s nearly summer time, which means heading to foreign soil to sit half naked on a crowded bit of land where dirt meets water, to spend your evenings looking like Dr. Zoidberg while drinking copious amounts of cheap local booze and copping off with strangers.
Or alternatively if you’re feeling the pinch, pretend you did all that instead—send one of these pretend postcards and act like you spent 2 weeks in Vegas surrounded by hot babes.
