DAGGERING This is a Dancehall.Mobi definition of a term or phrase that is popular in the dancehall and / or in the lyrics of Jamaican deejays and singers. What is daggering? Some call it “dry sex” on the dance floor of a dance or party, but daggering is where a man and woman are dancing in a sexually provocative manner, which usually includes them simulating various sexual positions, and often times, rough sex, to the beat of whatever music is playing at the time. In recent times, dancehall artistes RDX and Mr. Vegas have both released daggering songs in tribute to the newly accepted name for an action / activity that has been present in Jamaica’s dancehalls for many years. |
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Urban Dictionary Word of the Day | Daggering
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Urban Dictionary Word of the Day | Jordan
A Jordan usually makes good money, certainly more than you, yet your not exactly sure how. An enigma will spontaneously combust if ever to come into contact with a Jordan.
A jordan can be found in Public places such as cities, towns, or Canadian territories. A Jordan can also be found in the isolation of the deep wild where he may be pondering ponderous thoughts of the very existence of time and space which would cause lesser men's heads to implode in the manner of a rather disturbing sucking sound.
I digress explaining a Jordan any further would simply take away from the only pleasure you will know for the next 20 minutes. The basking in of the the thought of the very essence that is. A jordan.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
G.O.O.D. Music is Making Moves September 14th
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Drake | Track Breakdown
DRAKE | BREAKING DOWN 'THANK ME LATER' from DJ SEMTEX on Vimeo.
Drake's 'Better Than Good Enough' Documentary airs tonight on MTV at 10.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The Life & Times of Buddy W.
Leaving a Boston bar at 2 am is always a big production. At this time you have hundreds of patrons pouring out of the bars in search of a limited number of cabs. Boston, in its infinite wisdom shuts down T services at midnight; forcing all bar goers to take cabs. One night out Sean, Brittany, Buddy W and me found ourselves standing on the street corner near the commons begging for cabs. Each cab was either on their way to pick up someone who called or already had customers. With each passing cab, our desperation grew.
The four of us wandered westward towards Allston/Brighton in the hopes we could catch a passing cab. As we approached the western edge of the Boston Commons a Ford Explorer stopped and the driver began talking to Buddy. Unbeknownst to me, Jordan had arranged for the driver of the Explorer to drive us back home to Allston. Once this was arranged Buddy jumped into the backseat. Throughout elementary school, we are ingrained to never accept rides from strangers but in our alcohol addled minds this seemed like a genius idea. Little did we know that we would end up strongly regretting this decision.
The fact that we had wound up in a vehicle on its way to Allston was a great relief and the driver and his girlfriend seemed very personable. In a friendly manner, Buddy engaged the driver in conversation. “So, where are you guys from?” Jordan asked innocently enough. “We’re from Foxborough. I graduated high school there in 1997,” responded the driver. Jordan incredulously responded, “Holy shit, you’re fucking old.” The driver obviously offended returned, “Go fuck yourself!” This drive was not off to a good start.
Quickly changing the subject I asked the driver what he did for work. He responded nonchalantly, “I’m not really working now, just sort of dealing coke on the side.” Being on the verge of blackout drunk I decided I needed to learn more about his trade. “Do you have any guns as you engage in a dangerous business,” I asked. “Yeah I actually have a 9 mm in the trunk.” WHAT THE FUCK DID WE JUST GET INVOLVED IN? The four of us nervously look at each other. As we were questioning our the decision making processes the driver changed the subject.
The driver looked back at us and asked, “Doesn’t my girlfriend looking fucking gorgeous?” She was certainly no smokeshow but as not to offend we nodded in agreement. At this point, the driver grabbed her tits and pulled down on her shirt exposing them. “She has a fucking beautiful pussy, you should see it.” The girlfriend started to get agitated at this. The driver then rubbed her face and said, “she has a beautiful face too. I love you baby.” We were trying to hold back laughter at this whole situation. And before we knew it, we were in Allston. The last thing we wanted was for this 30 year old coke dealer to know where Sean lived so we had him stop about a half mile from his house.
The next morning I awoke and thought that the previous night’s car ride was simply a dream. It wasn’t until the four of us recounted the night that we realized that we all could have been killed. After that experience we all agreed never to take rides from strangers again.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Entourage Movie in the Works
In a new interview with MTV – Mark Wahlberg said that he is excited at the chance of an Entourage movie after the show ends next season.
“I am more focused on making that movie than my own films,” Wahlberg said. “I just think we can make a great movie. I think people always wanted [it] and have complained that the episodes are too short — they’ve always wanted more. I think we’re going to do it.”
The real question is: when? It’s not unheard for a movie adaptation to surface while a TV series is still ongoing, but after six seasons, with a seventh starting this month, it’s more likely that we’ll see the movie follow the show. Wahlberg confirms that, and even lays out a rough timetable.
“I think we’re going to do it. We just have to end strong, and this season is, by far, the best season so far,” he said. “We’re going to have six episodes next year and end with a bang and then in the trailer you see [Ari Gold (Jeremy Piven) and his associate, Lloyd] waking up together in Vegas not knowing what happened.”