If I am in a particularly rough spot in my life (say I’m hungry, or caught in traffic) and I find out that Lil Bub has passed away, I will straight up stop my breathing until I die.

Coke Talk of the Day


Remember when you were a kid, no impulse control whatsoever, unable to resist even the slightest temptation to fuck shit up?

Remember the first time in your life you got your grubby little hands on the volume knob of a gut-thumping stereo as it blasted your favorite dance song?

Remember how you thought that by jerking that volume knob along with the beat you were somehow imparting your own whomping thrust into the rhythm of the music?

Yeah. That’s dubstep.

Mutual disdain of dubstep is enough grounds to marry a person, right?

True love knows no bounds.