I do like Vice magazine, although in my defense it's obligatory. I'm 20-something, listen to self-important "independent" music, wear pants that feel more like leggings (three days out of the week, at least) and affect (occasionally, after drinking and in most social situations) the smug armchair nihilism of one who has overindulged in Chuck Palahniuk novels. So yes, I'm their audience, doing my abject doggy paddle through an ocean of snark-infected Evian just to fit in.
Following this self-conscious apology, what I mean to say is that even for those of you who aren't familiar with the criticism of this particular publication (which is now a channel, or something) there's this little gem (IN WHICH A MAN FUCKS A DONKEY!!! WARN'D!).
If for some reason your mouth feels a little bit dry but still kind of bitter, (like you just swished some cheap coffee around an hour ago and then spit it out and then like, ate three or four tortilla chips) that's just the taste of corporate come (MTV owns Vice)- feel free to like, beg them to text you some time. I mean, they won't, they're too busy trying to stay relevant [SEE ABOVE] and you're probably just too not-lame-enough to be suitably ironic (adVICE: dress like you need help dressing yourself).
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"she bangs." i was preparing to write something about that exact video.
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