Anyways, the video was directed by Anthony Mandler and shot in sunny Jamaica in April 2011. The storyline is INTENSE! The clip captures you from the very first scene. This video may get banned soon from this site so feel free to share around.
Tanner Foust knows what it's like to play out that childhood dream of driving your very own Hot Wheels car.
This weekend at the Indianapolis 500, Foust, 37, shattered the world record by jumping a Pro 2 truck 332 feet. Johnny Greaves set the previous record of 301 feet in 2009.Prior to the start of the Indy 500, the mysterious (note the pixelated helmet visor) 'Yellow Racer' dropped down 90 feet of ramp suspended by a 10 story tower. The jump stretched over three football fields at an astonishing 332ft and was Guinness certified as a record.
Foust already boasted an impressive resume including X-Games gold, Gymkhana Grid gold, and stunt driving in motion pictures such as 'Iron Man' and 'Fast And The Furious'. Over the weekend he added Guinness world record holder and solidified himself as one of the coolest dudes on the planet.
People have too many d@mn issues and I don't want to be bothered with that. They either jealous of you for no reason, always in some drama and drag you in it. I have always gotten along with people and I'm quite friendly person but some people mistake kindness and friendliness with weakness or stupidity but little do they know. So I gravitate towards people who are sincere, not loud, not boastful, have goals, aren't calculating and manipulative. When I tell a friend a secret, I know not a single soul will know my secret unless it's over their dead body.
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But I'm here thinking if this is such a bad thing. I am well aware of the propaganda which says we will all be put on some big toasting forks by devils, or something to that extent. However, in all wars, one side paints the other as despicable, and I'm sure the War In Heaven would be on different. So maybe Hell isn't that bad. After all, in Heaven you get to meet big-haired Television evangelists. In Hell you get to meet interesting people who achieved things. Not always good things - big shout-out to Attila the Hun, Jack the Ripper (unless he was 'saved') and many others. But I reckon the good companions might outnumber the psychopathic bastards. That said, if you want to see some of the less salubrious types, there's a handy website called People You'll See in Hell.
But let's me put this in proper perspective. In Heaven you would get to meet St Augustine, who I'm told is one of the Fathers of the Church and is considered to be one of the great theologians. He was that sophisticated. He also - of course - wrote that heretics should be killed.. And the saints who were canonised for 'good works' are a right old bunch of deadbeats. For 37 years. That proved how good he was. It does me good to think of the Billy Graham brigade having to listen, for all eternity, to St Simeon chat about his sanitary arrangements, the sores he developed, his poor rheumatic knees...
Onward and downward to Hell. Depending on the seating arrangements you might find yourself between Leonardo da Vinci* and Nietzsche, which could be a trifle tricky for the non-linguist, but by the same token you could be seated opposite Darwin or Einstein. Shakespeare is presumably down there, along with almost all the great writers, artists, movie-makers etc. And of course there are stars - Marilyn Monroe and Clara Bow, Charles Laughton and Stan Laurel.
So it's a swings and roundabouts scenario. If the Rapture comes I suspect my own immediate social and professional circle will not be much reduced. And if I go to Hell it will be, on balance, more interesting that going to work. Or typing stuff on the intertrons, for that matter.
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This is in no complete list but that my favorite end times songs, and feel free to add other ideas in the comments
“Thriller” Michael Jackson
“Night creatures calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade / there’s no escaping the jaws of the alien this time / They're open wide / This is the end of your life”
“See the sunlight, we ain’t stopping / keep on dancing till the world ends / If you feel it, let it happen /
Keep on dancing till the world ends”
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I really love Nicki Minaj. I admit I kind of love WHO she is more than her music, although I like her music enough for what it is- she is a genuinely fantastic rapper, and I love her disassociative disorder menagerie of alter-egos. I think she is one of the most gorgeous, stylish women to appear on the scene in years. She makes Christina Hendrickson look flat. She makes me feel proud of my enormous ass. Her personal style may have some things in common with Lady Gaga and Lil' Kim yet is it still all her own. She is like a cross between a Christmas tree, Cutey Honey, and Cleopatra.
My shaman Blanche (she's phenomenal, go visit her if you're ever in Chicago) once did a past life regression with me to work on some of my relationship issues. (We discovered I was a sexually frustrated gay zen monk in Kyoto in the 1940's, which is why I'm still kind of a sexually frustrated gay man in this lifetime.) ANYWAY Blanche told me that all your past lives happen at the same time- that time is a illusion, and we're all really living dozens of lifetimes simultaneously. If this is true, I was Nicki Minaj in a past life, or vice versa. Margaret Cho, too. Possibly Cherie Currie as well. These women are so me, it's just eerie.
The thing that really made me think that Nicki Minaj exist in the same oversoul group is that WE BOTH HAVE A GAY MALE ALTER-EGO NAMED ROMAN. See, my pen name Bianca James is an amalgam of my girl side, Bianca, and my boy side James Roman, aka Roman Scandal. Nicki Minaj's gay man is Roman Zolanski, which is wrong and wonderful for so many reasons. (My only regret is that she let Eminem spit a lot of boringly misogynist garbage on the otherwise excellent "Roman's Revenge.")
One night I was standing at a bus stop after an excellent kettlebell workout with a hot trainer at my gym (great for building that booty, yo), listening to "Moment for Life" on my ipod in the cold, starry winter night and I was like "YEAH LIFE IS GOOD, I AM SINGLE AND FIERCE." Then I saw my horrible ex on the train on the way home and was like, "DEAD TO ME."
I told my therapist about this and she said "I imagine you in a video game with a Nicki Minaj soundtrack, running around and shooting the people in your life who keep you from being happy."
(Incidentally, a friend once made a video game character in my likeness named "Delicious James Flow" after my pimp name generator name. It looks nothing like Nicki Minaj but it's a decent likeness to me, and pretty fucking badass:)