Warning: The discussion in here may involve Jessica Alba, Misa Campo, Fantasty Football, Chael Sonnen and/or your crappy local sports team. Viewer discretion and adult supervision is recommended.
Musical Interlude:
As Seen everywhere.
Linkage:
SB Nation: This week’s edition of the Alphabetical is here. Yay!
EDSBS: The Best In Class awards for the third week of NCAA football.
Cherry Cheesecake:
Dionne Daniels, yes please.
Stilton Cheesecake:
John Slattery RAAWWWRRRRR!!!
Bonus Video:
Outro:
Since the consensus seems to be that you all love Taylor Swift, I thought I’d share her with y’all.
This upcoming article is based on information that came out August 9th, so if my mathematical skills are accurate it is officially Internet old skool. I also don’t recall seeing it anywhere, so either a) You didn’t hear about it. b) You don’t give a shit, or c) You didn’t hear about it and didn’t care about it until someone ranted about it in a manner resembling Andy Rooney drunkenly rambling on about how the Korean War continues to affect the prices of tapioca. Where was I, oh yeah, regurgitated old Internet news. So every year, well recently, the NFL launches the season with a sort of mini concert featuring up to ten of the days biggest musical stars. Sometimes they may not actually be big stars, but musical acts who are running low on their adderal and codein scrips and need some quick cash. In the past, acts have included: Aerosmith, Britney Spears, Toby Keith, the cast of Rent, Joey Fatone and your uncle Leo’s mariachi band.
Hey, it’s their party and they can do whatever they want. Well this year, they decided that they hate us fans. They would rather us become complacent and fall asleep before the games start rather than get pumped up. Instead of picking a band(s) that would pump us up, like oh Mastodon, Metallica, Avenged Sevenfold, or even an act like Jay-Z with Kid Cudi, Wale and Eminem(which would pump us up, but in a different way than the aforementioned rawk groups.) At least when they put us to sleep during the half-time of the Super Bowl, we’ve already been entertained gotten to blind face drunk to realize what’s going on.
This year they went with Taylor Swift and mother fucking Dave Matthews. OMG RAWK ON MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!! I’M SO FUCKING EXCITED I’M GOING TO EXPLODE SO HARD IN MY PANTS THAT MY DICK IS GOING TO FALL OFF. ARE YOU EXCITED FOR THIS:
OR HOW ABOUT THIS FUCKERS?!?!?
So umm, yeah. Fuck you Taylor Swift. Fuck you Dave Matthews. Fuck you Jim Irsay. Fuck you Roger Goodell. Fuck you NFL. You fucking god damn shit weasel, master blenders of fine semen, pieces of cunt lint. Why couldn’t it have been this:
I really am at a loss for words right now. Kanye is still being a gay fish. But even without him, the VMA’s had its way ups and waydowns. Notre Dame lost, the Giants won. The Yankees are good. I guess I’ll only slit one wrist. This is turning out to be an emo rap, huh? Well I figured I’d get a post in with my bets before the game is over. Remember, if you be one of “my cronies” on Cent Sports, you won’t have to be reminded of all the winners I picked. I went 8-6 in the BS Blog Pick ‘Em and 11-3 in the Phoenix Pub Pick’Em as well as moved on to the 2nd round with the Ravens in all 3 survivor pools I’m in.
The Comedic Stylings of Anthony Jeselnik, one of comedy’s up and comers.
As for the links? We got ‘em:
I don’t care if you care about tennis but Roger Federer is the extremely easy-to-like star. Especially with plays like this one.
Live Blog over a KSK. It’s over now but you can scroll the comments and see the Jackals. I was Logic. I had a bunch of comments in there.
Gambling Addiction?
PATRIOTS (-11.5) over the Bills and the OVER
Chargers (-10.5) over the RAIDERS and the OVER
I think the Chargers and the Pats might surpass the overs by themselves. If the Pats ever get rolling for Christ’s sake. At least you know I’m genuine and don’t change my bet half way through the game.
p.p.s. Patrick Swayze is dead. Oh God, alert the media. Someone suffering of cancer for the last X amount of months/years just died. Boofuckinghoo. Get over it. It’s like you people need someone to cry over just to get your tears out. Life sucks and if you are going to the rodeo, you better cowboy up. Slit your wrists if your sad. Ghost sucked anyway. Fucking pansies.
