What a beauty!

Thats right, I refer to a goal as a beauty. You should see what I call my women...haha. On a serious note though. Im not a huge football fan. I don't even follow it. But watch this goal, and watch how Macedonian footballers roll. I promise you this is one of the technically most impressive things you will ever see in sports. Pure art.

Photography + Zero 7

If you are down for some nice calm ambiental music such as the song "Today" by the band Zero 7, and are into photography, or would at least like to see some seriously ill photographs, then chekc this out.

Amazing dancing

This is seriously too sick. Watch the whole things, its fairly short, and put your speakers up for the awesome music. Donated by be-mag's own -nb.

Only Latvian gangsters can think of this.

Apparently this Latvian gangster/ children's organ dealer on the black market decided to pimp his ride. After thinking "Fuck Xzibit, my fur coat got more swag then his music" he decided to proceed with the pimpage. Pimpage was conspired, and oh, did it ensue...


He said: "I wanna make it look like a toy, with a giant Batman like grill, and i want my inferiority complex to be so shiny, that it will blind you!".
Rollin on shiny 8-wheeler rims. Stern raised, bow lowered. Matchbox style.

After ghetto-rigging the shit out of the car, and using some of the most durable materials on it- like cardboard, its safe to say that this car will not only be fast, but at maximum speed it will fly.
Now that the shell-casing is completely made out of styrofoam, he needs to put in a compartment that will hold the bulletin pins. Very creative and effective. Wifey wants you to buy tampons, she can pin the shopping list to your door handle.

Cowboy style boots and a pair of scissors for arts'n'craftsing the car whenever you want a new shape. Always stay in style.

Why did i never do this to my cardboard box forts i built when i was younger?

Because I totaly should have if the product would be anywhere near this luxurious.

Final Product- Looks like a Mercedes designed by Salvador Dali. Gotta give it up to the guy though. All that illegal money payed off. Now when the government decides to crack down on organized crime, he can get his car imponded with style.

Don't do drugs. Or take hostages once you've done drugs.

This is why. Apparently, this guy had a drug addiction and was in need of money. He decided to hold several bank employes as captives until the police gave him a motorcycle. His demand was met, and then his body slammed against the ground in the clip that tells the raw story of what happens if you fuck with police in Spain.

Good Macedonian Rap Video

S.A.F.- Vishi Mental



Its by a group called S.A.F. Sakam Afro Frizura
(in translation: I want an afro haircut )

The second of my two favorite poems

If--

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!


By Rudyard Kipling