The other day at poker night my buddies and I were feeling pretty pimp, so we turned on the “old school rap” channel on his digital TV thingy. The played that ancient Afrika Bambatta/ Soulsonic Force tune. You know the one. It was pretty cool. Until everyone else was all “what is this crap.” Cretins. I let them off after they proved they had other redeeming qualities. Mainly, they kicked my ass at poker. So I didn’t even have to use my AK. It was pretty cool.
-IggDawg
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You know what’s disturbing? This degree of variety is disturbing.
http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=dogs+playing+poker&sa=N&tab=wi
Woah man… tht’s just messed up… if you look, one of the thumbnails is humans playing poker. That’s just terrible.
you do have to wonder what would motivate people to make so many renditions. I guess this is what thinkers do nowadays since thought is out of style.
I have always found the “dogs playing poker” tradition to be perplexing, and a little bit disturbing. Of course, I could end that by googling its history, but do I want to? I’m not sure.
So many people have a silent, unspoken affection for this type of bizarre, anthropomorphic artwork that it leads me to wonder whether its just some form of leftover pop domestic art-garbage like yard flamingoes, or maybe some form of secret cult.