The ubiquity of TMZ is so ridiculously high, one could speculate that they’re some axis power who conspires to start trouble just so they can present it to us. Regardless, our entertainment is better for it. They recently got wind of a bar fight in Vancouver that involved Transformers star, Shia LaBeouf. Read the rest of this entry »

Jayceon Taylor sure knows how to keep his name in the news when he has an album dropping. Whenever Game has an album coming out the flames of his so-called ‘beef’ with Jay-Z seem to ignite, but the root cause of the Compton emcee’s grudge has never been quite clear. All that’s known is he “don’t take shots at legends,” but Hov is the obvious exception. Read the rest of this entry »

Some people prefer bacon and some folks just like a side of i’gnant with their waffles and eggs. The International House Of Pancakes is place for many things besides just satisfying your stomach. You can obtain the latest scoop of your city’s happenings, the digits of the cutie across the table from you and a nice, fresh ass-whooping before your blueberry short stack is on the table.

In Fox News’ recent attempts to be “fair and balanced” (ha!) they seem to have found themselves in between a rock and a hard fist in Sacremento, CA. After trying to cover a story of a man who was recently gunned down at an IHOP (imagine that!), he encountered an angry pack of well…whatever.

When FOX40 reporter John Lobertini and photojournalist Rebecca Little approached around 4 p.m. to see if anyone wanted to talk about what happened, they were attacked.

Several people pulled Little to the ground by her hair and kicked her in the face. “When I fell on the ground I was protecting myself, and then she kicked me and I was still kinda paralyzed, and I hear my reporter John say, ‘get up, get up,’” said Little.

Lobertini was also attacked. “I was punched on the side of my face,” said Lobertini, “but it was a situation where I was trying to fight off 6 or 7 or 8 people, I can’t even count them.”

Good luck on getting this guy to a Baptist church anytime soon.

Via Fox40

TC’s a fan of WSHH fights where two hood chicks pummel each other with bricks and one of the participants is most likely pregnant. Far far too disturbing for my tastes. I prefer laughable stuff that provides more humor than blood and gore. Like this fight, where the guys are tossing patio furniture and throwing reckless haymakers that have little chance of connecting. Read the rest of this entry »

Don’t let the tight pants fool you since, especially since Cudi’s stays proving himself to be more gully than most gangster rappers. I mean we can’t forget that kiss, but then again gangster rappers kiss too, right Weezy? Honestly, I was all ready to say that Cudi was amped up off that “liquid coke” and bodied another fan. That would make this some real Tony sh*t.

However after watching the clip, security looks Read the rest of this entry »

Remember Lil Ru? About this time last year he had that one club hit? “Nasty Song?” Yeah, that guy. What do you mean you haven’t heard from him since? Aight, aight, me neither. At least until now. I’m pretty sure everyone has stories of local rappers who have dubbed themselves the “King of (insert city).” It never fails. Rappers love titles, even if most are completely pointless. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m sorry this had to be my first Lil B post. I’m sorry we couldn’t be instrumental in explaining to the nonbelievers why the Basedgod is the Leo Tolstoy of his generation, this time around. I’m also sorry Mr. B. here, hasn’t fully grasped the concept of a “rapper entourage” just yet. Read the rest of this entry »

Just yesterday, we witnessed a video of historic significance in the world wide web’s storied existence. Reaching over a million views across the net in matter of a day, it’s these type of videos that make YouTube worth treasuring and, naturally, folks seek to improve on the action. Read the rest of this entry »

Gottsdale has passed the buck given me the opportunity to take his place as honorary fight translator. Let’s skip formalities and get to what you came to see.

0:00- 0:10 – We can see a miscommunication forming as the grizzled salt and pepper-haired Caucasian fellow and Coolio are not on the same page. Old Man Grizzly has offered for Coolio to spit-shine his Stacy Adams. Conversations like this haven’t ended well since the 70′s.

0:11-0:15 – They both take off their shades. Coolio takes his off in the “I’m about to whoop your ass” way and Grizzly takes his off in the “I don’t get the issue, by looking into his eyes, we can communicate better” sort of way. Methinks Grizzly is mistaken.

Sidebar – Young lady next to Coolio, your American Apparel outfit disturbs me. I hope you have no friends.

0:16-0:30 – *Raises fist* Coolio is taking all of Black America’s problems into his own hands. Way to stand up for us all. I’m against interracial shoe shines too.

0:30-0:33 – “It can be a Chinaman! It don’t matter!”- Grizzly. This is where Coolio should start worrying. People that use words like “Chinamen” probably use words like “Viet Cong” and “Japs” and they probably use them in the context of “I killed 43 Viet Congs with a toothpick during the battle of Dienbienphu.”

Also, look closely at Grizzly’s right forearm. See that tat? I can’t make it out, but he probably carved it himself when he was a POW.

0:40-0:48 – As Grizzly stands up, take a gander at American Apparel girl give him the once over. “Holy shit,” she thinks. “We’re wearing the same outfit. No wonder I’m so lonely.”

0:48-0:56 – Grizzly doesn’t seem to understand that “I’ll put my foot up yo’ ass” is a figure of speech as he seems to genuinely be outraged that Coolio would suggest something so physically impossible.

1:33 – “I see tough guys like you and I slap the shit out of’em” – Grizzly. Sounds like a line from a Steven Segal movie. Wait…is that you, Steve?

1:38-1:41 – Coolio goes with a soft body blow. Grizzly hops up with the speed of a coked up cheetah. Pretty sure Grizzly blacked out and had a war flashback. It’s all red from here on out.

1:41-1:50 – Play. Rewind. Play. Rewind. Play.

1:50-2:00 – “I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK WITH ME!” See, Grizzly gave up his violent ways and swore to never throw a punch again after a mission went awry and he lost his right-hand man. He hasn’t fought in 40 years, but Coolio pushed him over the edge.

One day, a young lad looking to avenge his parents’ deaths will take up crime fighting. His first attempt will fail, forcing him to flee for safety from two armed thugs. He will stumble into a back alley and bump into Grizzly, who will ward off the thugs with his bare hands. The boy will implore Grizzly to “teach me your ways.” After relenting for months, Grizzly takes the boy under his wing, saving the child’s life while breaking through his own rocky exterior and mysterious past, warming his golden heart in a quest for redemption.

2:01 – Does his shirt say “I am a Motherfucker?”

2:16 – “I’m a fuck you up” – Coolio. You sure will buddy. Next time.

2:50-3:00 – It sinks in. “That motherfucker hit me.” Yes, multiple times. Don’t worry, someone is about to call the abbalance.

The lesson learned here is that Oakland does not play, especially not its bus riders.

TC & I flipped a coin. I lost so I’m stuck translating another fight for you on a Saturday morning.

The participants are a tall Chinese lady & a Black lady. The scene, a Chinatown bus in San Fran. Roll tape. Read the rest of this entry »

“…Broken Down To His Very Last Compound.”

Nigel posted & reminded me of this clip that I saw a few days ago. Even though there’s no sound, it won’t take much to break down the cast of characters & the ensuing action because we’ve seen all these people before.

Before it even starts, you know there’s trouble because A.) it’s a Youtube clip but moreso because B.) dudes got their shirts off. Shirts off indicate it’s hot and tempers are probably flaring and that the squab is about to go down & nobody wants to get their shirt shanked over their head.

0:00 – :10 — Extreme posturing. The two shirtless guys gather around a Corky-type fellow who looks like he finally took a break from gaming to grab a soda & some honey roasted peanuts, his only source of nutrition. Not shaping up to be much of a battle from first glance and, initially, one might think that Corky let loose a bold Freudian slip like, “I hate when you guys skip the line like people aren’t standing here.” You’ve been there, you know what I’m talking about. We all think it, but aren’t 100% sure about saying it Read the rest of this entry »

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