Posts Tagged ‘Guffaw’

…for this:

This is the Anti-Bun Bouncer.  This dude needs good ole’ fashioned powder slap.

Actually probably not.  This dude is troubled.

-Hotdogs Anderson


I’m back!!!  Now all y’all better thank me like Based God:

I’ve got some African ig’nance comin’ at you this AM:

Mega Guffs at that video.  Absurdly long intro BTW.  The outfits in that video were so great.  Dude definitely watched too many R. Kelly videos.

So who stole it?  Was it you???

I know it was you...

Also, how ridiculous is the CD cover for the single?

-Hotdogs Anderson

I really don’t have any words for this.

GUFFAW.  I don’t know if he’s 4 or 40 yrs old.  Those coke bottle glasses remind me of Harry Caray.

There is a huge amount of decadence presence in his “performance” as well.  Gus Johnson wants to let you know something.

I hope he doesn’t film any more of these.  Wait, actually I do, so I can bless you ATIliens with some more absurdities.

-Hotdogs Anderson

Most of you know that ya boy Hotdogs is a hugh MMA fan.  This weekend a huge fight was set to go down in Poland.   Former professional boxer Eric “Butterbean” Esch was set to take on former World’s Strongest Man Mariusz Pudzianowski in the battle to end all battles.

Before the fight got underway, the Polish crowd was in for a treat.  Polish soul crooner Mateusz Krauwurst was to pay tribute to Butterbean and America by murdering singing The Star Spangled Banner:

Wow, just wow.  Let’s get a phonetic transcription from

Ohhh say can you see
Mah’downse, duh-early lied
Were so proudly behaaaaaaved
Byyyyy the twilight’s that leaving
[pause, scattered laughter]
Hair the rockets were glare
And the rockets were glurrrrrr…
[singer nervously hums, then quits]

What does Charles Barkley think of that rendtion?

Oh, and there was a fight too:

Talk about pillow punches to end a fight….

-Hotdogs Anderson

ATIliens, I am deeply sorry for my extended absence from posting.  Work and GMAT Passion has been droppin’ it in my britches.

Good thing for an amazing summer with the goons and with K-Dizzy.  Well now I’m back like Jordan wearing the 45.  My boy from HS sent me something amazing on Wikipedia today on gChat that I had to share with the rest of the ATI world.  Let’s start off by listening to the classic song Regulate by Warren G and Nate Dogg:

Now I know about 98% of ATI readers clearly know what this song is about.  but for the other 2% here is the Synopsis of the song from Wikipedia.

On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighborhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.[5]

Nate Dogg, having just arrived in the east side of Long Beach, seeks Warren. On his way to find Warren, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. Regardless, he insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement.

Warren makes a left turn at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, in the East Hill/Salt Lake neighborhood[6], where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful robbers reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a less than favorable predicament.

Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants.

Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he is being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewelry and a Rolex Watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question.

Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm.

The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren’s head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation. He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighborhood. As he imagines himself making a fantastical escape, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate.

Nate has seventeen cartridges (sixteen residing in the pistol‘s magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) to expend on the group of robbers. Afterward, he generously shares the credit for neutralizing the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them.

Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges. Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate’s account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate’s singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy.

The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Warren displays his bravado by daring anyone to approach the style. There follows a brief discussion of the genre’s musicological features, with special care taken to point out that in said milieu the rhythm is not in fact the rhythm, as one might assume, but actually the bass. Similarly the bass serves a purpose closer to that which the treble would in more traditional musical forms. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. Nate goes on to note that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication almost daily (from Nate’s other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana[7]). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a threat to “busters,” suggesting that he and Warren will further “regulate” any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their antagonists with small arms fire).


That ish is hilarious.  You can literally read it as you listen as if the song was in a foreign language.

“After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile).”  HAHAHA!  I will definitely be calling certain types of women strumpets now.  Cleo will probably do it to their face.  Oh well, taste it.

-Hotdogs Anderson


Posted: August 20, 2010 by Hotdogs Anderson in Generic Banter
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-Hotdogs Anderson (thanks DARKNE$$)