The ink isn't dry. Hell, it's not even 10 minutes old. Wait. How long does it take ink to dry? Either way, The Inverted Vagina Symbol...
...already has some choice words for his former team. Turns out Chad Ochocinco is pumped about it, too.
Question is, if Larry and Chad marry, does Chad take Larry's last name? Does he hyphenate? Wait, Larry assumes the last name Dos Siete. Ah, who cares. December 27, Chiefs fans. Mark it down. You know, if you care.
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Bunch o' lame shit going on 'round the MilkyWays today. Not a bunch, rather, but some. John McCain announced his running mate last night. It's a woman: kind of surprising. She's been the governor of Alaska: pretty rad. She's a hockey mom: pretty kick ass. This might mire some 'tweeners that can't think for themselves and decide which is worse, a minority in office, or a woman in office. That's them, those mentally twisted f**ks that make a up a large portion of our population. It's didn't alter my voting plans at all. But it is a curious move. Either way, I'm stoked to move forward into the haze of lame-duck Bushdom, which really won't be much different than the last seven and-a-half years, but whatever. A small handful of non-political yabyum, after the jump.
There's been a lame sports story or two making the cycles as of late, but this one takes the cake.
Oh, wait. My bad. This one does.
Continuing with the theme, Major League Jerk rails Fire Joe Morgan, then gives them a taste of their own medicine. Yowsers.
Strange happenings all around. Like Cristian Guzman hitting for the cycle yesterday, and helping his Washington Nationals crush Humberto's Dodgers 11-2. As the beauts at BLB say, "what the hell just happened?" One can't help but wonder how they'll fare this weekend against division rivals/leaders, the D'Bags.
To wrap it on a funny note, yesterday's "Balls Deep" at Deadspin, by the BDDster himself.
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Happy Saturday/Weekend/Final Four partying, etc. Saw this image thrown up by the Dead Spinsters yesterday, and I followed all the links to its origin, and read all of the text associated with it, but couldn't for the life of me determine which one was meant to be ol' Bill Self. I mean, I have a hunch of course, but I'm interested in what the readers think. Obviously it's one of the two in the middle, but which? Give us your vote in the comments.
And if that sounds really lame, then there's a few YourStubs and MyTubes for you after the jump. So check 'em out and ignore my first paragraph. Seven and I have a bet going to see how many times we can invite readers to participate in the comments, only to have you all totally ignore said invitation(s).
This is extremely gay, and I fucking despise this song, but it's relevant to today.
If you haven't afforded yourself the time to read Kissing Suzy Kolber's Mock Draft: Pet Peeves, you should. It's H-I-larious.
I like this one because it's dudes taking Zambo fastballs in the knees, shoulders, back, etc. Skip forward to the 1:25 mark for the good times. (Courtesy of With Leather)
Um, Ocho Cinco would be doing us all a favor if he caught a touchdown pass just outside of the end zone. And by "just outside the end zone," I mean in front of a Cincinnati bus doing 45 mph.
(Courtesy of Awful Announcing)
Our boy Rany weighs in on the Royals' 4-3 loss to Ron Gardenhire's club last night. Always fantastic reading.
Not sure how old this one is, but it's pretty effin' classy. Thanks, YouSpace tweaker person.
Finally, our homeslices over at Bronco Talk have volumes to read about regarding Brandon Marshall. If you're tired of that nonsense, however, they do have a story about Roland Bailey wanting him some (sigh...didn't we just kill him?) Ocho Cinco in the Valley of Doves.
Update: Oops. Forgot Stewie. My bad.
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