Jamaican Dollar Puns

Here it is. I also found an American "quarter dollar".

My wallet truly is a bastion of culture, a melting pot of sorts.

Artist: DJ Muggs x Rome Streetz

Album: Death & The Magician

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Through a prophetic sense for the future of the genre, mixed with his undeniable roots in the evolution of popularized hip hop sound, DJ Muggs has become the “Nick Fury” of east coast rap’s Avengers, assembling the most lyrically talented verbal superheroes the east coast has to offer, and has asserted himself as an undeniable force for all that is pure and essential to hip hop.

DJ Muggs, born Lawrence Muggerud, is a Queens borough native with a passion for New York hip hop culture. Muggs started his career DJing in the New York underground scene in 1988, shortly before linking with B-Real and Sen Dog to form one of hip hop’s most iconic supergroups, Cypress Hill. You may have heard of them. Muggs produced 7 albums with the group, four of which achieved platinum status, the remaining three going gold. In the late 80’s and 90’s, Muggs wasn’t just on fire, he was a nuclear fission plant for creating iconic music. Some of his most iconic collaborations were with rap hall-of-famers like GZA, House of Pain, Fundoobiest, and Planet Asia to name a few. He was shaping what the everyday listener thought hip hop could sound like, establishing the genre has an American staple, and creating a sound that would be revisited for decades to come.

It was Muggs who took The Alchemist under his wing in the early 90’s. The Alchemist, who needs no introduction to this sub, sparked Muggs’ growing passion for mentoring and collaborating with new artists, especially those whose musical abilities far surpass their exposure and fame. Muggs wanted to work on the razor’s edge of hip hop, carving a path forward with two things in mind: an undying loyalty to the nostalgic sound of 90’s boom bap production, and absolutely filthy elite lyricism.

In 1997, Muggs released an album titled Soul Assassins, defined by its grim and sinister melodies laid under slow-paced and menacing drums, interjected with haunting audio clips that gave the audience an all-too-close look at the rotten underbelly of American soc

I was in Florianpolis, Brazil, celebrating my 25th Birthday. I had been warned earlier that night by a local that it was bad luck to celebrate another year older before the clock struck midnight.

Oh, how I wish I had taken this advice.

After an evening playing drinking games like “ride the bus” and “king of hearts” with my best friend and some strangers in the hostel, we were off to go clubbing.

45 minutes in a taxi through winding roads and mountains (when we were told it was a 5 minute drive) was the first ominous sign of the night.

The second, however, was far more ominous. By 2AM I had met a lovely german girl and we decided we’d danced enough and we’d head back to our hostels together (which were on the same street).

As we exited the club and found an island in the middle of the road, we desperately tried to flag down a taxi. Car after car passed, but nobody stopped.

As time wore on, our focus on getting a taxi was interrupted by some galloping in the distance. Confused as to why a horse would be roaming the streets, I turned around.

To my horror, there was a bull (and not a horse) not less than 15 metres away. The bull seem fixated on Eva, and I desperately tried to think of a plan for us to escape. But before I could, the bull turned to me and looked me right in the eyes. And deep into my soul.

Little did I know at the time, maintaining eye contact with a bull is a sign of aggression. With no warning, the bull started charging towards me. In a panic, I sprinted to my left as fast I could.

That was the last thing I remembered.

Two minutes later, I woke up in a daze. Above me, a sobbing and hysterical German girl lay on her knees pleading me to wake up. She had blood (from my head) all over her forearms.

A crowd formed around me as I regained consciousness. I was told what had just occurred. Rather than being mortified, I broke out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

How unlucky could I possibly be?! I was in the middle of a major city and there just happened to be a bull running in the streets, who decided to choose me to attack, despite there being hundreds of thousands of others nearby.

And all of this, on my birthday, while I was on the best vacation of my life.

I felt no pain. I had too much adrenaline (and alcohol) coursing through my veins. In the distance my best friend Ross came running. He had been told in the club that “some idiot had tried to charge a bull and got what he deserved”.

The look on his face when he

Artists: Young Dolph and Key Glock

Album: Dum and Dummer 2

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Background

The self-proclaimed king of his city, Young Dolph has always known how to hustle. Born as Adolph Thornton Jr. in Chicago, Illinois, Dolph’s family moved to Memphis while he was a two-year-old, a decision that would change the Memphis music scene forever.

Influenced by major Memphis rap stars of the 2000s such as Project Pat and Three 6 Mafia, Young Dolph released his first mixtape Paper Route Campaign in 2008. Dolph soon formed his own independent music label, Paper Route Empire, in 2010 and followed with his first major release Welcome 2 Dolph World.

Young Dolph released several more albums in the coming years, including his High Class Street Music series and a personal favorite, 16 Zips in 2015. But, it wasn’t until his feature on O.T. Genasis’ multi-platinum single “Cut It” and the release of his first studio album King of Memphis in 2016 that Dolph truly burst into the national rap scene.

It was also around this time that Dolph’s independent label, Paper Route EMPIRE, began to expand operations in Memphis. The most important of all contributors to the label, Key Glock, is actually Young Dolph’s second cousin, and his debut mixtape Glock Season in 2017 kicked off a stellar five-year run of music from the Memphis duo.

While their individual releases are tremendous on their own, the combination of Key Glock and Young Dolph created a recipe that few other rap acts could follow. That much was immediately clear when their first collaboration, “Major” on Young Dolph’s 2018 release Role Model peaked at No. 47 on the Billboard hip-hop charts.

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

We are Brother C and Sister L on a mission to eat a dish from every cuisine in the world, that’s available in the Twin Cities of Minnesota. Currently we have eaten at 0 of 78 restaurants on our cuisine checklist! To learn more about our backstory see our first post here.

How we will use the cuisine checklist: There are question marks in Sister L’s entrée column because she will make her decision the day of. After we eat at a restaurant, we will post a restaurant review including each of our ratings, pictures of each dish, and a fact we found interesting about the cuisine or culture. Every time we write a review or make any change to the cuisine checklist we will update the date/version number at the bottom.

Hello All, I am grateful for doge being my intro to the world of defi/crypto and am grateful for this community. Something I have been thinking about are the reasons that first drew me to doge, one of which was a story I read about 25k in doge being donated to the Olympic Jamaican bobsleigh team (cool runnings anyone?) I was thinking it might be great for us to demonstrate what Doge and this community is all about: Do Only Good Everyday

Coronavirus and the pandemic have affected the world in so many ways, including the indirect effects on the crypto space. I think it would be great for us to come together and donate to a worthy coronavirus related cause to show what this community is all about, remind everyone that we are a viable crypto for transactions, and help beat the thing partially responsible for me not owning a Tesla yet (and us not reaching a dollar)

Let’s shift the conversation and discourse about doge from negativity to what doge is meant to be about.

TL;DR: instead of complaining let’s donate to a good cause and show what we and doge are all about

Do your worst!

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

Heard they've been doing some shady business.

I was in Florianpolis, Brazil, celebrating my 25th Birthday. I had been warned earlier that night by a local that it was bad luck to celebrate another year older before the clock struck midnight.

Oh, how I wish I had taken this advice.

After an evening playing drinking games like “ride the bus” and “king of hearts” with my best friend and some strangers in the hostel, we were off to go clubbing.

45 minutes in a taxi through winding roads and mountains (when we were told it was a 5 minute drive) was the first ominous sign of the night.

The second, however, was far more ominous. By 2AM I had met a lovely german girl and we decided we’d danced enough and we’d head back to our hostels together (which were on the same street).

As we exited the club and found an island in the middle of the road, we desperately tried to flag down a taxi. Car after car passed, but nobody stopped.

As time wore on, our focus on getting a taxi was interrupted by some galloping in the distance. Confused as to why a horse would be roaming the streets, I turned around.

To my horror, there was a bull (and not a horse) not less than 15 metres away. The bull seem fixated on Eva, and I desperately tried to think of a plan for us to escape. But before I could, the bull turned to me and looked me right in the eyes. And deep into my soul.

Little did I know at the time, maintaining eye contact with a bull is a sign of aggression. With no warning, the bull started charging towards me. In a panic, I sprinted to my left as fast I could.

That was the last thing I remembered.

Two minutes later, I woke up in a daze. Above me, a sobbing and hysterical German girl lay on her knees pleading me to wake up. She had blood (from my head) all over her forearms.

A crowd formed around me as I regained consciousness. I was told what had just occurred. Rather than being mortified, I broke out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

How unlucky could I possibly be?! I was in the middle of a major city and there just happened to be a bull running in the streets, who decided to choose me to attack, despite there being hundreds of thousands of others nearby.

And all of this, on my birthday, while I was on the best vacation of my life.

I felt no pain. I had too much adrenaline (and alcohol) coursing through my veins. In the distance my best friend Ross came running. He had been told in the club that “some idiot had tried to charge a bull and got what he deserved”.

The look on his face when he