Ghosthunter's Club Co-op

oK. So here’s the motherfucking deal:

This pasT August, our Glorious President, CEO, and Spiritual Leader, ALYNKA, had gotten his ass kidnapped by some real grimey, nefarious, double dealing, cloak and dagger-type business scumbags… and wound up getting his ass locked up on Riker’s for a while, because apparently, he was too much of a liability. 

(File photo. AR from a safe haven in Lahore.)

But we were able to get our team of civil rights lawyers, diplomats, and mercenaries, to free his ass.

In the one week since we’ve successfully liberated our “Divine Successor of Righteous Fury,” we’ve been able to get three releases out of hock from SONY and are now able to release them ourselves. 

WE HAVE ALSO CHANGED SOME OF OUR POLICIES AS A LABEL (THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART RIGHT HERE…):

-FREE SAME DAY DELIVERY TO ANY OF THE 3 BOROUGHS THAT DON’T REQUIRE PAYING TOLLS TO GET TO. FUCK IT, NASSAU COUNTY TOO, YOU DON’T NEED TO PAY A TOLL TO GET TO THAT SHIT.

-ALL OF OUR RELEASES ARE WARRANTIED FOR LIFE

This means, if you buy a record and a shirt and something bad happens to it, you can send it back to us, and we’ll replace it so long as it’s still something in print. We really don’t give a shit what goes wrong with it. Let’s slay you left your Sayno record on top of a radiator and it melted, send us that shit. Let’s say you tried walking home with your Human Resources record in the rain, and all the artwork washed off… send it to us. Let’s say you and your special lady are going at it at the wrong time of the month and she got her blood ALL over your GHCC Logo T… You got it. We really don’t give a shit. We just want your ass to be happy. And that’s WAY more than most people are willing to give nowadays.

MOTHERFUCKING SATISFACTION IS MOTHERFUCKING GUARANTEED. 

NOW BUY SOME FUCKING SHIRTS.

Just gotta slay, this kind of shit is hard enough to pull off in The US, let alone Russia.

slutgrrrlinternational:

Success! The All Out For Russia petition won and the anti-gay bill did not pass! 

Thank you to every single person who signed. 

(via culturerevo)

In the not-so-cool part of NY.

STATION BALNÉAIRE / VARIATION I from Sabrina Ratté on Vimeo.

Any day of the week, please.

(via culturerevo)

Today, we reached that point of my life where I have nothing better to do than to talk about the cats that hang out at my job.

Yeah. While it’s nice to dream that running a record company might make you some actual money (it wont), some people have to go places like my job in order to trade their labor, doing menial shit like taking papers from one room and placing them in another, and so on, in exchange for an electronic transaction that happens once every two weeks… I lost my train of thought there.

Point is. I have a cold. I thought I did it to myself by getting suicidally drunk on Friday and smoking two packs of lucky strikes in a night, turns out…

This fucking cat gave it to me:

Yeah yeah, make your weird high-pitched noises indicative of cuteness… this motherfucker spreads aids.

She even came up to me and went “hewwooo” or whatever she does in cat language to say hi, and coughed and puked in front of me, couldn’t even purr right without making gross little sick sounds. 

I DIDN’T KNOW THE HOUSEHOLD COLD EATS CATS TOO! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO! THEY GET THEIR OWN AIDS AND LEUKEMIA OR WHATEVER, HOW COME THEY CAN’T HAVE THEIR OWN BRAND OF CAT COLDS!?!?!

Somebody needs to invent a better cat.

NOW MAKE IT RIGHT!

c/o Superchief

c/o Cinema Sewer