Tuesday, July 26, 2011

My Side Chick.

LaGreezy has a hard time subjecting himself to the confines of internet monogamy.

Chances are, if you're reading this, you might be asking yourself "Where you been mother fucker? It's been two months since we heard a word out of you". While I can't answer for Nap or JAM (though I can, Nap has been posted in the 206, on his Nintendo hustle, and we'll get to JAM momentarily), I have been holed up in libraries, (yes, plural), partying, moving, partying, traveling to visit JAM in Spain, partying,  studying in Copenhagen (I'm currently writing from the library of the Copenhagen Business School, hence the prior parenthetical reference)...and probably partying. But redundancies be damned, I've also been cheating on still.grimey with great fervor.
The second question you may find yourself asking is where you've seen the the "Handlebar Mustache Madness" banner and Raleigh Fingers background before. Answer: on this motherfucker's blog. Also real quick, shouts to The WULU for giving still.grimey and, in particular, yours truly much love and pub on the dollars make sense. Lord knows we don't deserve to mentioned in the same sentence as somebody who is consistently accumulating internet accolades; I digress. A while back, instead of going up on a bag of trees, I proposed to my man (pause) that we go up on a tumblr together. My rationale was that a) mother fucker is funny, and he tends to fair on the sarcastic and deprecating side of things, which is more or less my comfort zone; and b) if I didn't get somebody else to go up on it with me, shit would just slide through the cracks as another idea I was playing with, but never got around to. So, after a couple rigorous sessions of trial and error, we were able to land on a template that we were cool with. The next step was, well...you could say I did my fair share to draw shit out. Then before we could link back up and get the grind started again, I jumped in an airplane and went across the Atlantic.
Oops.
Fast forward.
I get a message from WULU saying we were the proud parents of Handlebar Mustache Madness. I know, I know. Tumblr is a lazy, or perhaps unimaginative, but most likely both, form of blogging. I can't help it. Not only is it new and fun and exciting...it's so easy. Check me out: Imagine you had been kicking it with this girl for a while, you got to see her sometimes, and half the time it was fun, but the other half it felt like more work than it was worth. Sometimes you're not even sure if you can continue at all, but other times she's all you think about, but then all of a sudden the homie comes along and introduces you to this new girl. She's hella exciting, and sexy and fun...and really easy. Like so easy you can stay out all night doing wild shit, and then just hit her up real quick like and be out. Well, Handlebar Mustache Madness is that new girl for me. I mean, I'm not saying its over with still.grimey, still.grimey will always be my rock, but got damn is Handlebar Mustache Madness sexy...no homo.

Enjoy: Handlebar Mustache Madness