What's his secret? How do you be fat AND black and

That hair is really fucking me up. It just looks so wrong, like in an uncanny valley way.

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black don't crack

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black people live fuckin forever man

the blackness counteracts the fatness

>>72380897
Lots of thrills and blueberries.

dude i love corey in the house

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Idk don't get shot by police I think

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Minecraft block

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maybe it's because neither of those things actually matter that much

Living habbits play a part but they are way overrated. The biggest factor to how long you live is purely genetical.

The longer I stare at him the more it looks like his face is detached from his head.

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is that sean kingston?

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My Blue Heaven -- The Best of Fats Domino (Volume One) [EMI, 1990]

Domino was the most widely liked rock and roller of the '50s--nobody hated him, which you couldn't say of Elvis, or Pat Boone, who despite the color of his skin charted just two more top 10 records. Warm and unthreatening even by the intensely congenial standards of New Orleans, he's remembered with fond condescension as significantly less innovative than his uncommercial compatriots Professor Longhair and James Booker. But though his bouncy boogie-woogie piano and easy Creole gait were generically Ninth Ward, they defined a pop-friendly second-line beat that nobody knew was there before he and Dave Bartholomew created "The Fat Man" in 1949. In short, this shy, deferential, uncharismatic man invented New Orleans rock and roll. These 20 two-minute hits, import-only for years, are where he perfected it. I'm overjoyed that the laggards at EMI promise another nicely annotated volume "in the coming months," and will believe it when I see it. Grab this one, kids. A+

Fats Domino Jukebox: 20 Greatest Hits the Way You Originally Heard Them [Capitol, 2002]

If rock is a music of voices and guitars, its New Orleans variant is a music of pianos and drums. It rocks, sure, but people love it for the way it rolls. Its friendliest exponent is charter Rock and Roll Hall of Famer Antoine Domino, who scored more pop hits in the '50s than anyone except Elvis, Pat Boone, and Perry Como. Every one shows up on the solidly enjoyable "They Call Me the Fat Man . . . ." box. But the best are concentrated on this cheap little party record--a surprisingly intense one, given the sweet lassitude of Fats's drawl. Break your own heart--put on "Walking to New Orleans." A

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After his house got wrecked in Hurricane Katrina, he was still insistent that he didn't want to live anywhere but New Orleans because "There's nowhere else I can get the food I like."