Good morning, Secret Agent Man. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, involves a hook up with forbidden prey. It is essential that you act alone on your quest, wingmen are strictly prohibited. She is a civilian, though considered highly dangerous to your professional and/or social status. You have forty-eight hours to attract your potential partner and many months to cover up your mission…

Ok, so not every guy gets to fulfill his childhood dreams of becoming a secret agent, carrying out elaborate heists to save the world.  Although maturity - or reality - may have taught you that you’ll never have the rush of chasing bad guys with guns blazing, there is still excitement to be had if only on a smaller scale.  At some point, almost everyone finds themselves in a situation when the prize they seek is seemingly unattainable, making it even more tempting.  Setting your sights on a coworker or your best friend’s little sister can be a difficult maneuver to pull off, but if Tom Cruise can lead the “Impossible Mission Force,” there’s no reason you can’t pull the “Impossible Hook Up.”

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By Brian Defiant

Who’s the greatest MC of all time, who’s the best rapper of all time, best performer, everybody has their own opinion of the best and worst. If it’s about Image, it’s LL Cool J. If it’s about street cred, it’s Rick Ross. If it’s sales it’s Will Smith (Or Hammer!). Lyrics only Mos-Def. Relevance Common. If it was the Rapper Prototype Award Jadakiss (He just looks like he should be the greatest rapper of all time to me). The problem is….none of these guys reach my Top Ten. But like I always say, “Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and most of them stink.” And since no one has a bigger stinkier ass than me, I’m going to give MY opinions on the Top 10 ARTISTS of all time. (Rappers, Lyricist, Songwriters, MCs) I will not put anyone in because “They have to be there.” (Sorry Cool G Rap and Rakim) I will not put someone in because they are my personal favorite rapper (sorry Obie Trice). And I will not leave anyone out because I don’t feel them personally. (yeah right) I base my list on 3 criteria:

1) (A) Classic Album

Platinum isn’t a must but If I can put it in whenever I’m on a road trip and let the whole damn thing play, its my definition of classic. I also want that HIT that was on the radio, and that HIT you would only know if you had it.

2) (H) Classic Hits…(note the “s” no one hit wonders)

Those songs that EVERYBODY knows. From the dude on the corner, to the woman at the register. Some may like them, some may not, but they were everywhere. On the radio, video, in the stadium, and they still may flare up on the radio from time to time.

3) (L) Lyrics: The flow the versatility of it. How well were they spittin, what the hell were they talking about…. How did that one line go that you had to hear 3 or 4 times before you could recite it, and will that one hot line be hot 5, 10, 20 years from now….I think so.

And nothing else!!!! Not street cred, not looks,not status, not because magazines say so, not even beats (though that helps). So without further ado…

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Gentlemen, picture your life 6 months ago: your idea of a good night on the town involved throwing on a t-shirt and jeans, heading down to your favorite dive bar, and chugging cheap beer while playing pool. Unkempt, unassuming, and uninhibited. Suddenly something happens…you add a girlfriend to the equation. Now when you head out it is to a crowded lounge with $6 beer and $10 martinis, all purchased by you of course, wearing a button down, 7-jeans, and some odd looking shoes that are completely uncomfortable and over-priced, but she insisted look “sooo hot.” She’s attractive, she’s fun, and she’s smart, but she is the harbinger of change and you are her helpless victim. It’s no longer your way or the high way, it’s her way or the trip down the one-lane dirt road, with potholes. These potholes involve crying, whining, and verbal abuse, enough to make any man cringe. Soon you will find yourself wearing matching outfits to the mall while you hold her Hermes bag with toy poodle in it. Your masculinity may be in jeopardy, but all is not lost my friend. Your emasculated balls may still be reattached without the use of superglue, rubber cement, or other adhesive, and without being forced out of a relationship with her and into a relationship with your left hand. Before you consider offing yourself, or are forced into buying a platinum, princess-cut, engagement ring, try turning the tide in your favor by getting your balls back!

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