Coleslaw. I have to deal with massive amounts of this in work and I am certain that it is a great crime against humanity. It looks like puke. Ugh. Anyone who eats this is a dirty bastard.
NME magazine. Anyone who reads this is a lazy, uninformed twat who earnestly posesses a deep hatred for music and wishes to parade this hatred by carrying this magazine everywhere with them and reading out of it under the delusion that they know what they're on about (not that the magazine knows what it's on about). I mean, look at this shit. How many shit bands are mentioned on the cover? Christ.
JUELZ S.A.N.T.A.N.A. I don't think that stands for anything. This dickjockey raps like he's only heard about rap in passing- his rhymes are absolutely terrible, he has no flow, and the production on his music is bewildering at best. Still, he is plastered all over television and radio. Or at least, he was. He's made his money off it.