The Return Of Supa Hot Fire

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Hes not a magician, but he’ll mystify ya. He’s supa hot, but you can call him Mr. Fire. If you never seen him battle, then you missed da fire.

Deshawn Raw, or Supa Hot Fire, is by no means a rapper. But he’s done more for the rap industry than Funk Master Flex and Dr. Dre combined.

His unique style and clever wordplay make him the hottest non-rapper in the game. Recently he released a teaser to an ambiguous rap battle that is scheduled to take place on March 21st.

The internet sensation has gone up against Hopsin, Soulja Boy and Chris Rock.

Who will he school next?

6 Ridiculous Micro Nations You Can Move To After College


A Micro nation is a small area or political entity that claims national sovereignty but is not recognized by other sovereign states. 

People establish micro nations for a slew of reasons. Some micro nations embody civil disobedience or stand against overarching political and social issues. Others are petty, or weirdly sexual, as you will soon discover.

So if you’re getting bored of your current living situation, and are looking to move to a place where you can serve as a male slave, we have provided a list of micro nations that you can move to, TODAY.

1. The Gay and Lesbian Kingdom of the Coral Sea Islands


“On the 13th of September 2004, the Gay Kingdom declared war on Australia. This also means that the Kingdom sees itself as an independent country.” (

The Gay Kingdom of the Coral Sea Islands is located a north of Australia. Tired of persecution, humiliation, and downright ignorance, the gay community of Australia established their kingdom on the Coral Islands, home to a popular gay pride parade. They are ruled and governed by the sovereign Dale

“The sovereign of the Gay and Lesbian Kingdom is Dale Parker Anderson, who is directly descendant from the murdered gay King of England, Edward II (1284-1327) this makes the Sovereign distantly related to all the major royal houses of Europe.v”

The Gay Kingdom of the Coral Islands is a bold move by the Gay community. If you want to live in a Gay paradise, this is the place to go.

2. The Other World Kingdom


Ladies, this one is for you. The Other World Kingdom was a Matriarchal micro nation in the Czech Republic that used to enslave men. It has been closed for years, but maybe you can help restore it!

The women had their own currency, passports, police force, courts, state flag and male slaves.  Their mission statement was  “to get as many male creatures under the unlimited rule of Superior Women on as much territory as possible.”

3. The Principality Of Sealand 


An offshore platform off the coast of England. The benefits of living here are hard to determine. Lets see, you can pee off the side…And, you can probably get away with murder here. That’s about it.

Sealand is more about appreciating world history. It originally served as an illegally built WW2 fortress. The platform was named ‘Fort Roughs Tower’. When it was abandoned in the 1950’s is was  constituted extra-national territory. So ‘up for grabs’ basically.

If you are a WW2 nerd this may be the place to go.

4. Empire of Atlantium


Atlantium was established by three Sydney teenagers. “As of October 2015, the group has almost 3,000 “citizens” from (and still therein residing due to the small area of the Empire of Atlantium) over 100 countries. The website names just over 20 individuals holding such functions as minister, director, magister and imperial legate. Atlantium says its citizenship does not supersede existing citizenships. Atlantians contend that they are all dual-citizens, and that Atlantium actively encourages its members to participate in the political processes of their resident countries.”

Atlantium doesn’t have an interesting vision. It has been described as “an extremely sophisticated nation-state experiment, as well as an entirely serious claimant to legitimate statehood.”

5. KugelMugel


“KugelMugel”, or “Ball-bump”, is a nation founded and built by Edwin Lipburger in 1971. It consists of one large ball shaped house. The house serves as an artistic expression.

6. Glacier Republic

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The Glacier republic was created as an advertising awareness campaign by Greenpeace in 2014 off the coast of Chile. It was claimed in protest of mining corporations building on or near the glacier.

The activists say that once Chile has passed appropriate legislation recognizing and guaranteeing the integrity and protection of its glaciers, “The Glacier Republic and its citizens will return the glaciers to the Chilean State,” and the Glacier Republic will cease to exist. Therefore, the real purpose of the Republic is not to create a long-lasting country, but to force the Chilean government to protect its glaciers. Within its first ten days of “independence,” more than 40,000 people signed up to become “citizens” in support of the Republic, which has already opened embassies in 40 countries around the world (essentially just those countries where Greenpeace International already have offices)”

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White Privilege: Systemic Racism In the Semen Industry, And How I Got Rich Off It






Planning The Perfect Acid Trip In 10 Steps


We’ve taken it upon ourselves to seek the insight of many acid heads and plan out the perfect acid trip. Here is a list of things you can do before hand to make your acid trip extraordinary.

What is the perfect acid trip? A perfect acid trip is not always defined by elation and euphoria, but rather by the affect it has on the user’s life. This list was built for the experienced user. 

1. Film a video of yourself doing something strange then watch it

The video can be of anything. Try setting up a video camera before you go to bed and film yourself sleeping. Or you can video tape dinner with the family and watch your behaviors.

2. Have your friends make you draw a circle and ask why you keep drawing a square

Hopefully you will be too messed up to remember you asked them to do this for you, but this will really trip you out

3. Hang up pictures of another family around the house 

Again, hopefully you’ll be too messed up to remember you did this and you can convince yourself that you are in someone else’s house

4. Draw messages to yourself on your body like they did in Memento

We call all learn a good mind fuck from Memento

5. Time a soundbite of a police siren to ring mid trip

This one will get you.

6. Replace your TV with a chair and have your friends watch it

Or replace your TV with anything about the same size. As long as your friends pretend to watch it is key.

7. Record yourself propositioning an elaborate game like in SAW

Construct an elaborate game like in the SAW movies, then record yourself outlining the rules and listen to the recording. “I have poisoned your last meal. You have ten minutes to live unless you find the serum which is hidden somewhere in the Yogibo”

8. Program your phone to call the cops every time it experiences a change in gravity

It doesn’t only have to be the cops, if could be your mom, or a close relative. You can do this through an app called Tasker.

9. Print a realistic news article of you being the most wanted person in America

We suggest getting this professionally done at a printing place. Should cost less than 25 bucks.

10. Have your friends dress in suits and refer to you as Mr. Bond

This will make you feel cool at least.



White Privilege: Systemic Racism In the Semen Industry, And How I Got Rich Off It

white-guyMove over wall street, semen is the new finance degree. Just like any other service, the semen industry faces ebbs and flows, and right now America is seeing the greatest influx in semen demand since 1971.

I’m staring at the surface of a mahogany coffee table that’s spangled with dried semen. A half ounce up of my own jizz rests on a pile of Playboy magazines. You may see the glass half full, or half empty. I see a mortgage payment.

Trish comes in to check on me. I’ve had her finger up my ass a few times to milk my prostate. I’ve gotten less from the VIP rooms at the Catwalk. It’s all legal, and it’s all big business.

“Are you all set Mr. Shwartz?”


She takes my specimen to the freezer as I wait in the main lobby.

Several minutes later, Trish hands me a check for $1,000.

“See you next week!”

I drive off in my E350.

I vaguely remember my high school guidance counselor telling me to ‘reap what you sow’. At the time, I thought I could build a promising career in finance, since my father owned a successful advising firm. I figured I would get a degree from any local university and then take over the family business one day. At least, that was the plan. But plans change.

I attended UMH in New Hamshire. A small liberal arts college whose most notable alum was that guy who made a million dollars off the ‘Crazy Bands’ fad in 2013. Remember those things?

I expected a similar financial fate. It was unfortunate to learn that the family business was going under the year I graduated. My father was embezzling money from clients for years. Like I said, plans change.

It was tough to swallow reality. I had a loose grasp on the future, but what I didn’t realize is that my ‘grasp’ would very well save me. When I was a frat head in college, we used to have contests. Weird brotherly, homophobic, but borderline homosexual contests. One of which was our weekly ‘jerk fest’, a competition that awarded the highest producer of semen a pool of money. $5 to enter, 100 guys in the frat, that’s $500 a week. I didn’t want to work at some scrub job like all my peers were doing, so the first time I hit the 50 ml mark on a beaker we stole from the bio lab, I was hooked on the money.

My career was decided.

I started practicing my form, eating foods that were said to produce high levels of semen, I started exercising to keep my testosterone levels high. My semen production sky rocketed. By the end of Sophomore year I was filling a 100 ml beaker every day. Some called me superhuman.

When I finally graduated, I had saved enough money to pay off my student loans. But I was still hopeless. I couldn’t find a job, and I couldn’t afford to get my own place. I felt like a scrub.

Then, a year after graduation, I saw an ad in the paper. “Looking for semen donors, tall, white, healthy men”

I was tall (6″2), I was healthy, and I was a semen machine. The ad said they were paying $10 a milliliter. I was game.

So I went up to the Semen donation center in New Hampshire and that was the first time I met Trish. She took me for a novice, a noob. When she saw my first sample she was in awe. I busted out 50 milliliters like it was my job. Boom $500 bucks.

I found out later there are over ten semen donation centers in the tri-state area. I hit about 4 a day. That’s 2k dollars I make, every single day. That’s a 6 figure salary. And it’s all because I’m white, tall, and have the thrust of an open fire hydrant.