Thugz Mansion

A chronicle of the author's residence at one "Thugz Mansion," a.k.a. "Tuggees Mansé" and also referred to as "El Castile del Cabrones."

Monday, March 13, 2006

Oh Hell Yes



Need I say more?

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Send Help

I am trapped in a hell where my neighbors are engaged in an audio duel. Will an endless tide of generic Ranchero music overcome the soulful strains of 50 Cent's "Disco Inferno" set on perpetual repeat??

Yesterday I was at a party and some idiot thought it would be cute to put on Daddy Yankee's "Gasolina." Drunk girls immediately began to get down to Reggaeton hip-hop as if it were the freshest thing they had ever heard. I nearly destroyed whoever's laptop was serving up the music, because the beat common to Reggaeton hip-hop has a way of embedding itself in your skull and never leaving. This is awesome when every car and house in a five mile radius is blasting a track off of Barrio Fino.

Next time this happens, I swear I will karate-chop through your iBook, Reggaeton Bandito.