Showing posts with label The Good Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Good Life. Show all posts

Monday, June 29, 2009

Summer Shoes

June Gloom has come and gone. The sunshine is here for an extended stay. While this is disagreeable to my ginger complexion, it's quite conducive to copping kicks. I may even fuck around and wear a baseball cap.


I copped these these at Marc by Marc Jacobs. They have an embroidery detail depicting a shroom on the upper, making it the second mushroom tip rocking below my knee.


FLORAL PRINT HIGH TOPS!! These kicks are retarded but so am I, another Marc X Marc creation.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

old friends

I used to ask to copy your algebra homework before class.

...I was totally asking for the wrong favor.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

L.A.'s a riot


That's every hour of every day. Fuck your city. Fuck your state

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Things I Like

If Luxey can do a Things I Like entry, so can The Kid.
Here are just a few of the Things I Like...

1. Dodgers Fitted Caps


2. Accomplishing Goals


3. Ginger Stuff


4. Books from The 70s about Metaphysics


5. Baby Girls


6. Hearts and Arrows

Friday, October 24, 2008

Blunt+Crush=Blush...See if you ain't heard

"I'll crush a square"

Seeing how this is my second article on mentholated blunt smoking; I pretty much consider myself the premier journalist on the subject.

Unlike my prior piece, which dealt with Swisher’s Ideas of what menthol blunts might be like, this project was a tad more hands on.

A couple months ago I first came across camel’s new “Crush” cigarettes. They have some sort of capsule, tucked away in the filter, which will instantly mentholate the previously normal cigarette. This is obviously a gimmick to pull in young smokers that enjoy the experience of “Hearing the click and changing the taste”, as the box says.

Dudes, it totally works!

But I realize the pitfalls of tobacco smoking, no matter how delish it may be so I decided to attempt to extract the menthol-rich filter and drop it in the beezy.


I started with some real Cal-Cali,a normal Swisher (I was kinda feeling peach Optimos, but I thought I should try a standard Swisher as a form of scientific control) and the crush filter, from which i trimmed about a 1/4" from each end






Then I just ground my shit and tossed the loaded filter in the end. perfecto!


OK, so this thing was a million times better than that stupid menthol blunt that Swisher marketed. I'm telling you, motherfuckers are going to be on this shit. Smoking through the filter didn't seem to have any ill effects to the potency or draw of the blunt, just that cool winter breeze that you've been craving in a fucking weed blunt. Next stop LSD-infused York peppermint patties.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Consumer RepWhore: Mexican Coke



You guys are all sitting around drinking domestic Cokes like chumps.

NO NEED! They bring the good shit right over the border.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Consumer RepWhore: Iophen-C NR Cough Syrup w/ Codeine


Codeine Cough Syrup enjoys several monikers within the Hip Hop vernacular; Purple Drank, Sizzurp, Lean.

I’ve personally been on that purple stuff for many years. Before Weezy sang its placid praises and before Pimp-C died from the shit.

I was first introduced to the lean machine when Golden Browne was still a wee high school girl battling an ecstasy-induced bout of chronic bronchitis. Her Scottsdale physician was a bit of a pediatric Dr. FeelGood and she passed this wonder tonic out with the slightest complaint of a scratchy throat.

I sipped the sizzurp steady and once again, much like White Owl Blunts and Nike Dunks, I was well ahead of the Crunk-Curve. I had very little luck acquiring the sticky serenity-sap from my trips to various AZ-based general practitioners and family doctors.

As my persona matured a bit my dreads came off, my piercings fell out and I re-gained the weight I had lost during a period of daily meth injections I found that attainment of this good-time grail became easier and easier. As it turns out, doctors are a little uneasy doling powerful liquid narcotics to obviously strung out punk junkies.

The thing I want to stress to my faithful and beloved Wee Ginger Cunt readers is this: Lean ain’t just for redheads and rappers YOU TOO can have fun getting fucked on liquid codeine. Here’s the why, where and how of sippin’ on the sizzurp…

1.WHY?- Sipping lean gives you the fuzzy body high you know and love vicodin for. Like vics, lean is great when cocktailed with marijuana and booze. Also, Lean is pretty rad to bust out with all your cracker-ass friends. You get Southern-fried street cred and your friends get a cool Sunday afternoon soiree story to tell at the sorority house. Rosalinda partook at Matt Goldman’s pre-Fuck Yeah Fest pool party atop the Standard Hotel on Saturday. 15 minutes later she was grinding with a sunk-chested Armenian boy. Definitely a good look.

2.WHERE? - No need to canvas 6th street between Maple and Main, you can get this shit from your doctor! It’s best to go in when you actually have a tiny cough or a little congestion. Medical doctors are dumb but they aren’t morons and this probably ain’t your doctor’s first fake-flem rodeo. You usually get a re-fill so the second bottle will be all yours for healthy horse-play.

3.How? - Probably the most popular lean libation is sizzurp and Sprite. Yeah, Pimp C overdosed on the shit but don’t be a little pussy, pour liberally. Mix it like its vodka 7-Up, roughly half and half. On the go, I suggest chugging from the bottle, fuck the mixer. Caution, this can get hairy when your friends (Greg, Jason) that act as purple drank parasites and enjoy chugs when they should be enjoying sips.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Start your Leaning!!!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Consumer RepWhore:Swisher + Menthol = WHAA!?




When I first told my friend that I had come across brand-new MENTHOL FUCKING SWISHER SWEETS at the corner store below my building on 6th and Spring, he automatically asked me, "Are they good?". Of course they're fucking good, you dousche bag. They are composed of 2 delicious ingredients: blunts and menthol. Asking if they're good is like asking if a double-fudge blow job would be good. Of course it would be, there is no room for error.


OH! and could there be any product in the history of consumerism that is more geared toward Black People? Menthol blunts fully white-ify all products previous believed to be Afro-American oriented. Menthol Swishers turn Church's Chicken into Grey Poupon and Jerry-Curl juice into Aqua Net...or possibly Tres Flores

Chris and I put the screws to one of these minty motherfuckers last night. We mixed up a little salad with some Deep purple I copped from my girl in Los Feliz and some ganja Chris got in my building which was completly inappropriately named "Grand Master" Kush. Isn't that some Knights of the Ku Klux Klan shit? Racist motherfuckers, you have to wonder where the ca$h from that crop is going.

Swisher has a website!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Consumer RepWhore:Busmills Single cask Whisky



On Friday, the painter David Amico held an opening at Stephanie’s gallery in Beverly Hills. As a token of his appreciation for Steffi’s always professional demeanor, he gifted her (and me, by osmosis) a bottle of Bushmills Single Cask Single-Malt Irish Whisky.

This fucking shit is good, like super-good. If you dipped your cock in it you could probably fuck for hours and never get AIDS. In Fact I’ll give you the Wee Ginger Cunt Guarantee that if you dip your dong in Bushmills Single Cask Single-Malt Irish Whisky, you can pull it out of the bottle and shove it any human hole without fear of disease or embarrassment.

This whisky was distilled in 1989, which means it was born before some of the girls I sleep with. My friend says that mixing these types of whiskies with Dr. Pepper is the bomb-dot-com. I would not recommend that with this particular pedigree, as one bottle of this shit costs more than a quarter-ounce of blow in LA. A couple of ice cubes should be good. Damn, now I want to do some blow.