2015

Posted on April 6, 2015 by bitPimps 中

Breaker, breaker… anyone got their ears on? 10-4 good buddies, we’re live, over. So what’s your 20? We’ve got a bear in the bushes on 70 at yardstick fuck your mother. Nobody is that excited to see Craig Ferguson, everyone in TV land is being sold a pack of lies. Dingo is here, he probably knows Craig Fergo. Ellis saw Furious 7 and loved it (Hotdog style) and says it’s a great movie for everyone. He and some black lady had a similar sense of humor because they ended up laughing at all the same shit. Rhonda Rousey was in the movie along with Vin “deep voice” Diesel, but she looked like shit. Ellis thinks Michelle Rodriguez is hot. Gross. Continue reading →

Australian Cocoa Puffs

Posted on April 3, 2015 by bitPimps 中

When Ellis was but a wee tike, he loved himself some breakfast cereals. Particularly, Australian Cocoa Puffs. You might be asking yourself, what makes American Cocoa Puffs different from Australian Cocoa Puffs? And the answer is simple. One is sugary chocolate goodness and the other is just plain old rabbit shit pellets.

Show Re-Cap for Friday 4/3/2015

Posted on April 3, 2015 by Az_RedDragon

Hey it’s me again pulling a NYA double shift, not to be confused with yer mum pulling double shafts. Ellis said that some people can cure cancer with their brain and because he is a pseudo celebrity on a media platform broadcasting to literally hundreds of people at a time. You know what else is true? Continue reading →

Show Re-Cap for Thursday 4/2/2015

Posted on April 2, 2015 by Az_RedDragon

Welcome to the Thursday recap, I have a lot for you today so you better get ready for a flood of entertainment. Or skip it all and just look at the pretty pictures, whatever works best for you. Ellis cut his back open crazy cart racing Tiger. I guess Tiger got up behind him, got him a bit loose, and then slammed him into the wall. That or Ellis just fell off. Continue reading →

America’s Sons

Posted on April 2, 2015 by bitPimps 中

Talent is actually pretty hard to come by. Sure, you might be able to spit a few words that rhyme, but can you spit no words that rhyme? Can you “bringing that heat” or “slay the mic” in such a way that everyone feels uncomfortable? Yeah, that’s what I thought. It started with some country songs, but escalated into Andrew breaking it down freestyle for you fools by spittin’ some fresh game. Respecky.