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Holy shit bro.

Vol. 26.

That means we have been doing this column for over half a year. 

Nuts bro. Feels like just the other day we were making fun of celebrity assholes over and fucking over again. A stale gimmick that made me not only hate Blockhead but also myself. I couldn't even look at our prom picture anymore without wanting to cry and then shamesterbate.

Now, we have new life bro. We spiced it up. Introduced a gimp mask and a ball gag and six months later we going to swingers parties and going pantsless to Starbucks for their iced tea lemonade bro. 

shit is sweet.

By the way, in case you are an asshole with no grasp of shit, our...

So this fucker Blockhead is being all fancy and fly, jetsetting all over Europe. 

What an asshole. Making the rest of us feel unworthy of his greatness. Running around in a traditional European business suit (Speedos and sneakers with velcro) and making shit happen.

You have to admire that sensual bag of brisket for the sheer balls it takes to leave the states knowing that you more than likely going to get lice from the Italians. But that is the kind of man Block is. 

An adventurererereerererer, and that is why I love that bastard. 

Also.

Did you know he is dropping a new album with the adorable satchel of vegan treats; Illogic?

No?

What the Fuck is wrong...