La secta del gato

Nuevo poster y banners de World War Z.

Cada vez falta menos para que el estreno de World War Z, película dirigida Marc Forster y protagonizada por Brad Pitt, y durante estos días han salido una serie de banners en los cuales la pandemia mostrada en los avances se propaga a nivel mundial, infectando ciudades como Nueva York, París o México D.F. Al mismo tiempo fue lanzado un nuevo poster en donde podemos ver a Gerry Lane (Pitt) huyendo con su familia de los infectados.

World War Z se estrenará el próximo 21 de junio.

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Will Smith hace ruidos.

Nadie puede negar que Will Smith es un gran actor, en su historial tiene grandes cintas como Ali, The Persuit of Happyness, Independence Day, la duología de Bad Boys o la trilogía de Men in Black, entre muchas otras, pero... ¿se han fijado en que hace sonidos extraños cuando actúa? ¡¿No?! Chequenlo en este video:

Las noticias de QueFishTV: Bebé en tubería.

Las noticias de esta semana en QueFishTV: Colorado aprueba la marihuana, La niña que confrontó a McDonalds, Aparece mamá del bebé que apareció en las tuberías, El show de Viva Aerobus, Facebook contra la banda misógina, América v. Cruz Azul con mayor audiencia, Los políticos maltratados, Le escupen a Bachelet en la cara.

Las Ilustraciones de Ben Andrews.

Aquí les dejo estas geniales ilustraciones del deviantartist Ben-Andrews, las cuales tienen un buen toque de sci-fi/fantasía, debido a que están basadas en escenarios de videojuegos o son conceptos visuales para futuros lanzamientos. En todo caso, las imágenes son geniales, disfrútenlas:

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Coastal.

Crane.

Curfew.

Dealership.

Fading Light.

Falls City.

Forest Pool.

Freighter Docking.

Guardians.

Habitation 1.

Habitation 2.

Hangar.

Heavy Docking.

Keyhole Canyon.

Lost Mech.

Maintenance.

Margrave 4 Teaser 1.

Minus 50.

Night Doodles, Part 1.

Night Doodles, Part 2.

Production.

Quarantine.

Scrapyard.

Ship Leaving.

Speedpaint 11.

Motion Concept 1.

Motion Concept 2.

I'm armed 'til I'm on a island

My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot

Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness

I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse

You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform

Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform

Leave him with' his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on

And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn

Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags know

Claimin' you bangin', you flamin'

Bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole

Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow

I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke

Though I ain't wrapped tight

My blood type's the '80s!

My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys

You still fly kites daily!

Catch me in my Mercedes

Bumpin' "Ice, Ice Baby, " screamin' Shady 'til I die

Like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy

So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze

And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady

Wait, no, stop me now before I get on a roll (Danish)

Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is, 'cause she's kinda famous

And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this

Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus!

You morons think that I'm a genius

Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum, came to drive them trailer parks

Crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby

And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark, maybe

You should listen when I flip the linguistics

'Cause I'm gonna rip this mystical slick shit

You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit

'Cause after I spit the bullets, I'm a treat these shell casings like a soccer ball

I'm a kick the ballistics! So get this dick, I'm a live this.

Livin' life in the fast lane

Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down

Only got a gallon in the gas tank

But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now.

I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride

Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal).

My whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit

At war with' a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs

My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins

I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me

You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian"

Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in

I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down

My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers

Spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity.

Now, was called M&M, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper

Chewed him up (Pt!) and spitted him out

Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down

He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now

Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town

Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck the mall, he shuts

The whole motherfuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round

And he came to the club tonight with' 5'9â€³ to hold this bitch down

Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown

Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated

Just by the way that you keep lickin' them dick suckin' lips, I'm agitated, aggravated

To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated

Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it.

And then after takin' that, I'm a catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'

It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affadavit

Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator

To Michael Jackson' activator (Woo!)

Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data

Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer

Homie, they sick, you can normally ask a hater

Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper

Drop in the lap of a tax evader (Homie, they spent).

Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes

What, girl, I'm the crack-a-lator

Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later

Tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt

You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you say your livin'.