11/24/15
Public service announcement: this Nikki Lane chick makes good-ass country music. I stumbled upon her latest album, “All or Nothin’” on Spotify last week and I was like “Wow, nice, this is good tunes!” And I rocked out. Perhaps you’ll enjoy this jam:
Something about a cute girl with a nice voice singing about promiscuity and partying really gets me hard. Does that ever happen to you guys? Like when you’re watching a pretty girl sing and you get real hard? Well, it sure happens to me, anyway.
Speaking of new music, a while back this band called Dead Soldiers came up and played two shows at the local bar in the little town that Food & Pussy International Headquarters calls home. They rocked the house! I’m reminded of Dead Soldiers at this moment because they employ a tall, sexy fiddle player that no doubt makes me hard as can be, just like Nikki Lane. I’m not being offensive; I’m just being honest. Not to mention that half the chub is for the good looks & the other half chub for the sweet, sweet music, so it’s only fifty-percent objectification and fifty-percent artistic appreciation. My dick likes art.
All I really think about is sex and music. Check this Dead Soldiers song:
Those folks know how to party!
If Donald Trump misplaced the ‘T’ in his name he’d be called Donald Rump.
Killer Mike endorsed Bernie Sanders yesterday in Atlanta. Here’s to hoping that the Sanders campaign uses “Burn” as the official campaign jam. If this happens, he’ll have my vote!
#FeelTheBernThisMotherFuckerDown
This F&P Daily has been chock full of Youtube videos and not so chock full of words. That’s just because I don’t want to talk about any of today’s news out of Russia and Turkey, & that story is pretty much all that’s in the news today.
Except this gem! A woman in New Jersey called 911 with a phony report of an assault on a woman at a bar across town so that she could drive home drunk while the cops were preoccupied. She almost got away with it, too, but she posted about the incident that night on Facebook. I applaud the audacity it took to concoct and go through with such a plan, even if, as always, her drunk Facebooking ended in regret. The lesson here is: when you do something awesome while you’re drunk, wait until morning comes before you brag about it on the internet.
Or don’t. Do you.
Frank X Maloney
