Modern Warfare 2

I know that this game came out years ago but I feel I must now blog about me wasting time. I have been playing this game too much. What else do you need to know? If you ever meet RumpRangr4eal in the match, you are about to get romped on.
I do have a few problems with the game. The graphic are good and you can shoot through the walls just like in real life but, trees are invincible. Nothing penetrates the hardwood of the games trees. Some games I sit and try to fell a few trees on my enemies and to my dismay, I just run out of bullets and appear a bright red dot on the radar. All I can say is that as things get more real, I can be picky about how real they claim to be. I mean when I play super mario three I have no problem with the flying turtles or the walking mushroom baddies. I am not bothered by the quick change mario experiences when he grabs a giant feather, mushroom, star or flower. Poof of smoke and cool eight bit sounds mask it well enough for me.



This brings me to 3D TV. Worst idea. Many of you may be excited by this new technology. Don't be. I have been blessed with the chance to watch a 3D TV and it just looked blurry to me. I thought they were supposed to be high-def and stuff but not the one I watched. The picture blurred in and out of focus. I told the sales guy that his TV sucked and do you know what he tried to do to me? Told me I needed glasses! How rude. I couldn't help but tell him that I was wearing contacts and had an exam just months ago. So, 3D TV you win no awards in my book. If I wanted TV to look like video games I would just play video games and I think that is what I will do now.



This will never happen. Cars won't just come out of your TV into the living room. Car companies wouldn't like that.

Ranged Bedfellows: Home of the Busiest Non-Busy People in Everywhere

Okay so it's been two weeks (sans a silly short missive ) since we have delited you readers with our scintillating tales, I apologize, hopefully this will rectify myself and RG Crew (aka Better-Than-You Crew):
Okay, there, a picture of a clearly stoned Justin B. I should know cause before he took this picture he texted me with this: "Yo wUrr da treez @?" So yeah... He smokes weed... Everyday. Anyways, so I was gonna blog about this fine video that is taking our fair internets by storm:



Then I thought about it, why the hell should I do that? It's pretty self explanatory and hell it's not like I'm just "breaking" this vid, but it's worth being watched if you're too retarded to have happened upon it yourself... Yeah, so the video is clever but really should I blog about this? Nay. I'd be better off writing about all the funny parts in Step Brothers, it's the exact same thing, "Hey man, let's just talk about every funny part in that funny movie we leik!" "Yeah bro".

So I'll just relate to you the greatest tale ever told (by me). Two or three nights ago I was at work and it was boring and my two co-workers (Little A and Butter for the sake of this tale) start wrestling at first I was like "ew gay" but then I started to delite at how Little A was getting choked out (like a bitch if you ask me). Suddenly they break and A comes up to Butter and is like saying he was gonna punch the dude to which I of course encouraged with a few comments on his the way his personal affect corresponded with a certain genitially of... whatever I called him a pussy... Anyways, Little A is pissed and in Butter's face, Butter starts counting to 10 really slow and at 9 I say "fucking ten, do something you pussies!" Wait a bit and then they start grappling each and rolling on the ground and punching each other like sissies, I was laughing of course cause this is one the most pathetic fights ever borne witness to man (myself being the only eye witness), shirts were torn and hair was pulled, the two break apart from their tear fueled homo erotic struggle and stand up on the ground facing each other down and bap! Little A just gets hit in the face and you saw Mic's "O" face (not "Oh" face, but the more like "holy shit, jaw dropped face" don't get it twisted)... Finally I start yelling at them to cut it out before they get into trouble, Little A's face is bleeding and his eyes are red and I was like "whoa dog, clean that up"... Anyways, the end of the tale is that they didn't get fired (though Little A hasn't showed up cause he probably will get pwnd by a million snide comments) and everyone was like... yeah. I was the only winner but also a loser, for I will never again get to see such a pathetic fight unless someone filmed me getting into a fight and showed me later.... Not the most amazing story but it's something to sink yr teeth into until one of the blog's better writers decided to post...

Holla!
Diamond_"Baby Hands"_Tough!

whoa! Damn!

Yo, it's diamond, here with some hot flavor... I've been rocking this jam:

I haven't heard a song this good in so long, so siked!! Love it love it love... Uh that's all I have to say!

Diamond_"wish he was my boyfrand"_Tough

Post Script: What a great Summer song! I must get a little gay for awhile but I get so crushed out on this song, just like it's that enjoyable....

See I like it! ---> http://www.last.fm/user/Diamond_Tough

Return of Da Mack

Hey guys! I got a new charger today for my old ass laptop, above is a picture of Keith Sweat singing "Lick U up and Down" to commemorate this momentous event! Anyways, this is just merely an update tis all. I finally moved out of Carmel and left behind my annoying African room mate (well I guess that sounds racist... But he sucked). Why was my room mate annoying? The reasons are many, here is one example: one night of drunken revelry me and my homies got attacked by a vicious hunger, the only solution was taquitos of course... So here we are, taquitos ready to be created and my dude being bitch made was like "fuck the microwave" all the while my room mate was on his laptop in the common area doing some gay ass Final or writing a paper, probably about the qualities of Singali cinema or wherever he is from... So we argued for awhile and since my room mate just cleaned the oven and he is annoying we had to pan fry the taquitos and it took forever, all the while much merriment and pleasant discourse was exchanged. Suddenly my room mate starts being fussy, "I think you guys are doooooing this on purpose." We stammer and apologize like pussies instead of insisting that I too have a right to the common area, but since my ex room mate is a rather large and imposing figure we instead spent the whole night speaking in hushed whispers, in fear of this large black man's belt and sweaty muscles (oh god)... Anyways, there you go. I now live in a one bedroom on the north side and get to enjoy my common areas (take that as you may) at my leisure.

Hey Ho!
diamond_tough (aka brusier)

The most American

What does it mean to be American? I thought hard about this as I celebrated the birth of our nation. I thought about the glorious red stripes on our flag as I blasted bottles with a .40 caliber pistol. The blue backdrop to 50 stars came into mind as I shot a golf ball one hundred yards away. Stars were defiantly in my eyes as I explored an underground lava tube. I proudly stood up next to all of the cars in the driveway as I washed them. I walked barefoot in the grass under the shadow of a flag as I thought about everything but the water-supply that sprayed the dry earth shortly there after. For dinner, I went to Little Ceasars, bought a hot and ready birthday cake, came home and watched an over the top action movie. I guess you could say I spent my country's birthday doing everything I could to be Alpha-American. Here are some reasons why I am the most patriotic person in the country.

Listen to this song as you read the rest of the post
I want one tattoo, a bald eagle across my back with red wings and a blue body. It will be holding a gun in one talon and a confederate flag in the other.

I have two stuffed eagles on my wall. I know it is illegal to big brother but I think I should be allowed to worship however I see fit.
I have never heard of french toast, I only know about Texas Toast.
My truck is lifted 20 inches, has a V8, gets 8 miles to the gallon and I added a Calvin figurine on the back that sprays gasoline on any Prius behind me.

I eat hamburgers everyday to ensure that Americans, all the way from farmers to butchers to McDonald's chefs, keep their jobs.
If I am not listening to Glenn Beck than I may be blasting Skynard, Steve Miller or the Goo Goo Dolls but never Zeppelin cause they are from an inferior country.
My kids are named Chevy, He-Man and G.I. Joe. They are all real American Heros.


If you think you are more American than I dare you to prove it in the comments. I predict zero challengers because I am so American that I never lose.
PS: I am an Eagle scout and have oft sat in the Nest.

Hip-Hop Hot

Head bobbin' and leanin' hard ain't easy. These songs will help even the whitest boys swag.

Big Sean: Highrise
The Cool Kids: Flying Kites
J.Cole: Higher

In case you want to learn how to dance the hip-hop style, listen to my girl below.

THIS IS HIP-HOP! from Airwave Ranger on Vimeo.

She is an inspiration to all of those who suffer with poor posture.