VK and I have been pumping out some, if I’m to be honest, good shit. If you haven’t checked it out already, VK dropped a great two-parter about walking into a buzzsaw- that same buzzsaw every dude has ventured into at some point or another. From The Implosion, Part 1-
The girl was into me, the sex would be guaranteed, plus I needed a little time to get away. We settled on the date, and since I didn’t have that much money to blow I decided on taking the bus up there on a Thursday night. A 10 hour drive, it would be a fun filled weekend of sex, booze and seeing a little bit of Boston. What’s the worst that could have gone wrong? She was a cool chick.
We got back to her place and that’s when it hit me that when she nagged or bitched at me it was in a tone as if she was talking to one of the kids she babysat. It was this high pitch sound like you speak to a little kid that doesn’t understand common logic. So imagine that voice as you read some of the things she complained about to me below.
Like Andre 3000 so eloquently put it- “It’s hard to throw up the deuces, cause when you know it’s juicy, You start to sound like Confucius, when makin up excuses”. We’ve all been there but as always VK tells it like no one else can.
Next up I brought out The Black Out Notch-
They’re counting down various dudes chugging beers in the middle of the room, and two of Nicole’s roommates motion for me to join. Already half drunk, I take them up on the offer, deciding this would be a good time to put on a clinic. Hamming it up, I pop the spout off my handle of vodka, gesture to the people around me, and they count me off a, not even kidding, fifteen second chug. How very bro, I know.
People can’t believe what just happened. For a split second, everyone around me is standing there gaping. Then some dude is like “no fuckin way man!”, high fives me, and the party goes on.
Do we tell these stories out of the goodness of our hearts? Yes. Because we love you guys. But this love is hidden by the cold, soulless motivations of capitalism. They are subscription posts, and part and parcel of what we’ve been doing for the past six months. With NLU crossing the one year month recently, we’ll be putting up more paid stuff for you guys and expanding further into video. For those of you that love(d) Bronan, may his soul rest in eternal damnation (and he wouldn’t want it any other way) there may or may not be a surprise in store. Stay tuned, mofos.