1:05 PM -- B-Jays v. Yanks
Pitching probables: Bush v. Wang.
That's anatomically awesome.
Pitching probables: Bush v. Wang.
Oh man, this is gold, Jerry, gold. I don't know what this is promoting or who is supporting it, but check out this page about child nutrition.
A guest post? Sure, why not? The first item is interesting for the pushbroom moustache factor, the second two are direct assaults on the beliefs espoused by the Ace Cowboy. Behold:
Contrary to what many of you expect, I'm not gonna bash the president following last night's press conference. In fact, I'm gonna do the opposite: Mr. President, you were great. So please, pleeeease Eddie, do some more primetime press conferences. For me. For all of us. I'm not sure I've ever laughed so hard at such a serious presser.
Never heard of podcasting? What are you stuck in the early 2000s or something? Ignorant bastards.
1. JRH's blog pointed me in the right direction on this one...here's a nice, clean blog about wholesome family issues: I Fucked Ann Coulter Up The Ass, Hard.
I don't even know what to say about this:
I'm trying to come up with a clever or funny way to start this review, but my brain is just fried today. Cerebro frito! I think I actually punched my alarm clock right in the proverbial tits when it went off way too early this morning. I said Goddamn.
So apparently Alex Rodriguez does know how to play baseball. Wow, three dongs and 10 ribbies is somewhat okay. Have you theen my baseball?
God bless the Drudge Report.
Sorry for the lack of postage today, Slackers...in yet another episode of my surreal life, a mad Irishman who lives in Tokyo took me out to breakfast this morning to talk about why China shouldn't be the United States' biggest economic threat in East Asia, how we should be concentrating on breaking into the Japanese market and levying protective tariffs on the rest of the world's imports.
What a strange and eerie coincidence...
Chipotle Bob this weekend sent over a pretty funny trailer for a documentary hitting the film festival scene. And it looks glooorious.
The NFL Draft is tomorrow. Normally this is my favorite day of the year next to Opening Day, but this year the Gods decided to make Passover on the same day as the draft.
I was as dead-set against letting Jon Lieber escape from New York as any Yankee fan out there. Seriously, what a terrible decision by The Boss, Cashman & Co. Terrible.
We're living in a theocracy. Well, we might not be quite there yet, but we're close. I'm thinkin' that by the end of the decade, three-quarters of our country will be as ridiculously devout as the Muslims we lovingly refer to as extremists. Part of me really believes that.
Me have just as large a wang as any of you other jackasses...
There are times when I look at my CD collection and my stacks of tapes and just shake my head. All that time, all that money...was it really well spent? Do I have obsessive compulsive disorder? I've always thought the answer to both of those questions is yes, although you can't always take stock of your own time management and mental defects objectively.
One of the main failures of the Central Intelligence Agency in assessing the real threat to the United States before 9/11 and in accurately assessing whether Iraq had weapons of mass destruction was on the lack of quality human intelligence.
I don't know why, but this is one of the funniest things I've seen lately. From the White House's Office of National Drug Control Policy, I give you, "Street Terms: Drugs and the Drug Trade."
Story of the day: "An aspiring Mississippi politician who shares the same name as the late 'Super Freak' singer has been fighting an uphill battle trying to keep his campaign signs from being stolen or defaced by fans of a popular sketch on Comedy Central's Chappelle's Show." [More, bitch...]
Happy 30th Birthday, Red Cowboy. My gift to you, brother, is a delicious Ben & Jerry's ice cream cone. You know what, I'm feeling saucy, let that be my gift to all of you. Free ice cream cones for everyone, on me, at participating stores of course.
Take a look at who has been pitching for Toronto today...no wonder they're gettin' beat around so badly.
The best comedy on television signed off for the season last night. Pure genius, pure hilarity. Sadly, it might just be the series finale as well. We'll most likely find out next month whether Arrested Development lives or dies, when Fox announces its new fall schedule.
The high school friends and I went out to dinner for a couple birthdays on Friday night, which included special guest poophopanonymous. Birthday Boy QLRM started explaining to poophop and me about his trip to Best Buy, where he bought some games for his brand new PSP.
Jacob Eli sent this my way last week, but I don't know how to post a file on here, so I made like Ralph Malph and Potsie and sat on it. Now I see it's hosted online somewhere, so here you go...
By now everyone has formulated their own opinion of last night's severely overblown non-event. As always, I'll throw in my two pennies. Here's my elementary six-point analysis:
"He may be leader of the free world and Time magazine's 'Person of the Year,' but a new international survey of women makes certain that US President George W Bush is far from being the sexiest man alive.
Check this shit out, people: a snake eating a Kangeroo.
CNN.com, giving new meaning to the phrase hard news...
Aside from that being an incredible band name -- Hey, brah, you seein' SS-Dub tonight? -- it also might get Donnie to come by and post a comment about how he's in law school and how he reads Scalia's decisions and how big the books are and dissents and stare decisis and oyez oyez oyez...
Here's the path. This is our year.
Northwestern University, home of the weird and wacky scandals. Yaaaay, we're in trouble again! I mean, aren't we supposed to be, um, wicked smaht or something?
"MILAN, Italy (Reuters) -- The Champions League quarterfinal between Inter Milan and city rivals AC Milan was abandoned after 73 minutes on Tuesday after Milan keeper Dida was struck by one of dozens of flares thrown down from the stands." [More...]
Good evening, we welcome you...on behalf of the group...we should introduce:
The Youth find religion and the Old find lap dances:
The Sawx just got their World Series rings. Good for them. Seriously.
We'll get to the Masters in just a second...but first, there's this under-reported story that Donnie and I were screaming about yesterday: