What would you do if you walked into your home and found a rando just chillin' in your living room? Most people would freak out, call the cops, grab a baseball bat, spontaneously urinate, etc. But Moby - famed bald enemy of Eminem and, oh yeah, he did some electronica crap too - walked in on that very situation and stayed as calm and low-key as his album sales post-2002. Dude was tripping balls on acid, so Moby did the reasonable thing to do - gave him a sweater and some money and sent him on his merry way (probably to the cake forest so he could battle an unholy mirror demon in a swirling ham-scented fog).
Please be my friend, acid-man. Please.
It's almost always an honor to have something named after you. For instance, I couldn't be prouder of the Floydian Well of Shame, also known as my bathtub (but only early Sunday mornings). Fred Durst may be receiving a more dubious accolade in the next few weeks, however. A waste services centre in Texas has opened a poll to the public, asking them to name their new facility. The name of the centre should, according to the Department, "better reflect all of the services the Department provides" -- which includes rubbish collection, litter control and "household hazardous waste disposal". So far (with a lead of over 10,000 votes) the winner is 'Fred Durst Society of the Humanities and Arts'.
...LOLOLOLOLFOREVER
Also on the moniker shortlist is the "George W. Bush Institution of WMD Removal" and "Austin Dept. Of Are You Going To Eat That?". People in Texas are hilarious! Who knew?!
GIVE ME SOMETHIN' TO BREAK RECYCLE!
The doc will debut at the SXSW festival next month and I personally can't wait to see it. The Foo Fighters have had such a long and successful career. And to think, it all started with the murder of one man.
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