When I saw what the Moist Graffiti crew had chosen as the album of the year I literally cried because it was so epic
Howdy Interwebs! Welcome to the business casual end of the year when all of humankind slows down to celebrate the good things in life, takes stock of what is important to each and every one of us and gradually expunges the word twerking from our collective consciousness. Except in Syria, South Sudan and CAR, where…