I am a lion, hear my roar

Snoop Dogg is now officially Snoop Lion, making all references to d-o-double-g now irrelevant. Sorry we’re not sorry. An interesting article, if your fancy has been tickled.

Happy Friday!

Xoxo Lethal


Better than grillz (if that’s even possible)

The Olympics never cease to entertain me. Normally, I’d be satisfied with swimming, gymnastics, badminton, skeet shooting … whatever. But this year, I’ve found a new favorite: Boris Johnson, London’s wildly-maned mayor. Today, he managed the seemingly impossible and officially outdid all Olympians–and himself, for that matter.

Let’s leave his humble opinion of the opening ceremony and his rather lackluster assessment of London public transportation alone for the time being, and skip right on down to “jolly good reason to feel cheerful about the Olympics” number 19, which, somehow, rises above all others.

19. As I write these words there are semi-naked women playing beach volleyball in the middle of the Horse Guards Parade immortalised by Canaletto. They are glistening like wet otters and the water is plashing off the brims of the spectators’ sou’westers. The whole thing is magnificent and bonkers.

How touching … if you get my drift. Hardy har har.

I don’t even know what half those words mean, but I do know that this most certainly beats the shiznat out of Ryan Lochte and his casual red, white, and blue grillz.



Xoxo Lethal

Attack of the cute

I know literally no one who needs any help finding ways to procrastinate on the internet. But, in the off chance that someone out there does need help, well .. let’s just say no need to ask, I’m here to offer my assistance. Today, I guide you to this delight of a website, which I myself only recently discovered by way of a spontaneous early-morning e-mail.

Xoxo Lethal

On a scale of one to ten, I give you WILD

There was a time not long ago when Wild Ones, the epic Flo-Rida/Sia collaboration, was played daily, loudly, and on repeat by yours truly. A trifecta of ahmazing. Then I got swept up in the boy band craze, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing at all … But now I’m back to loving wild ones, whether we’re talking wild in a truly rowdy sense or wild in the sense of I am absolutely WILD for your voice, Cal Shapiro. Smooth like butta, you keep doing your thing.

Xoxo Lethal