Uggggghhhhh

Good news: The Bulldogs played with heart, and had a legitimate chance against Florida late in the game (again.)

Bad news: Had they actually played a good, well-executed game from start to finish, they would have won outright.

That is all. I am off to get drunk and arrested.

Should I be surprised?

The Miami Herald has informed me that South Carolina wide reciever O.J. Murdock has been arrested for shoplifting a bunch of gear from his favorite hometown clothery in Tampa.
Should we expect anything less from someone named after two of history's greatest villains?


O.J.


Murdoc

The Sea is Pissed

The ocean is angry, my land-dwelling brothers. It is sending it's first wave of Attack Stingray to take out every man, woman, and nature host foolish enough to approach. We are not safe on boats, even. The stingrays will not sleep, they can't be bargained or reasoned with, and they absolutely will not stop until we are dead.

We need to get Professor Ogden Wernstrom on the case, if we expect to live through this.


Wernstrom!

Dead and Loving It??

I don't know how litigious these people are these days, but I am pretty sure this image came from the only FHM I ever bought about six years ago. Purchased specifically because a younger, broker version of myself noticed this particular image whilst leafing through every magazine my local Barnes & Noble felt fit to stock. Nevertheless, I figure that my people need any goodwill they can get after the previous weekend's debacle, so here is a cute little bit of fluff that I think appeared in a British "lad" magazine near the turn of the century. I am not positive, as it appears in my own possession these days only in the form of a clipping, removed from its superfluous wrapping. If the rightfull owner comes along, holler at me, and I will douse it.


When I die, and SEC season rolls around, my tombstone will play a looped recording of "Six fuckin' devils stepped up playin' brave god, had the fuckin' nerve to try and enter my graveyard."

What Have We Learned Today?!?!?!?!?

Offense can score if they have to.

Joe T. is not some retarded kid with a helmet.

Special Teams: We return kicks good, we do not punt so good.

Defense: Willie Martinez is a piece of a sick human's shit, full of corn and undigested fiber. He sucks the dick of the players the former, good, defensive coordinator recruited. If I were Brian Van Gorder, I would absolutely demand that Willie Martinez teabag me. The sonovabitch is an incompetent fuck and has no business collecting a paycheck from the job he has.

Thank you.

Damn

Just saw a commercial for 300. I have not been this excited for a flick in a long time. Everything about the little trailer was extremely dope, from the Nine Inch Nails song to the lighting and cinematography and whatnot. The fact that it comes from a boss Frank Miller book is icing on the cake. Plus, they totally jacked a line from another great movie, Conan the Barbarian. Crom will not take this shit sitting down.


Fucking Sweet.

Man FUCK Blogger

A man spends the better part of an hour writing a deft hate-speech about the afro-rocking Indian kid from Stanford on "The Real World" from a few years ago, and splices it perfectly with quotes from "Transmetropolitan" by Warren Ellis, and Blogger goes and eats the motherfucking post. Dammit.


Count yourself lucky asshole. You had it coming.