This may be the The Onion’s best headline ever. There isn’t a story attached, because why do you need one? Implying so much in so few words. I’m in awe.
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.
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.
Bill Hicks’ routine “Play From Your Fucking Heart”
If anyone was ever worthy of dying young, it was this man. He did enough while he was around.