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I’m a bit late to the party on this, but something this absurdly awesome really has no expiration date. Next question: what’s it going to take to get this to the top 40?
There has been a great deal of sickness, sadness, and strife in Mep Land recently. I don’t feel the need to get into grizzly details as of yet, but hopefully you will excuse the lack of posting as a consequence of that.
In an effort to distract you, here’s a dazzling video entitled ‘Internet Warrior’ by Oh No Ono.
Sure, the World Cup is over, but that doesn’t mean the soccer/football fun has to stop. And if you’re Icelandic and spending your time watching your country try to avert bankruptcy, I guess you’ve got to get your fun somehow…
Now we’re talking, internets. This is some highly Freudian, demented awesomeness. If only I spoke Spanish. Could someone please translate the speech of the bug-eyed shame phantom and post it as a comment? You’d be doing the emu a great service.
I’m sure there is some kind of sexual innuendo going on here, but I can’t resist the opportunity to post another French, abstract, music video.
This movie would have been exponentially better than “Angels in the Outfield.” You’re telling me no one wants to front $20 million to get it done? Do it. Get it done.
By the way, if you’re wondering why the coach has cerebral paulsey, check out the story of Zach Anner and his near-hosting of Oprah’s new show.
And so, the ravenous sports media culture finds itself T +24 hours past their biggest scoop of the summer.
The anointed one, the most finely tuned athlete/behemoth ever to come out of Ohio has left his hometown team. Instead of staying put and playing basketball martyr, LeBron James has decided to join two of his closest athlete/behemoth friends to form a mini-Harlem Globetrotter team in South Beach.
So, for fear of having to return to baseball, the World Cup, and other summer sports fare, the sports media has turned its attention to the jilted Cleveland fanbase.