While my trip to Jamaica was filled with more chocolate monkeys than a Patrick Ewing photo album one stomach could muster, unless of course we're talkin bout Mustard Man's estómago, I did find time inbetwixt the Lily Allen stalking and the peeping tomming of the gynormus areolas on the clothing optional beach to discover some hot new tunes (even if they've been around since last summer, they is new 2 me). I know music is no sugar substitute for Fap Thursday, but we'll get back to that usual dirty bidness next week. And for those who care, we're so behind on movies that our Breast Of list will be out when we're done takin in the latest holiday blitzkrieg of Hollywurst fare. Anywho, wit out further Freddy Adu...
the mos a$$ shakinest tune currently shakin my steak:
