Thursday, September 30, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Also, a track suit and a clock
There are other ways to protest injustice besides wearing a gold lame outfit featuring a giant phallic symbol -- but they're not as much fun.So true.
And...suck it
Hardly surprising:
"You'd be amazed at the number of ordinary men who are married to famous porn stars and don't even know it," states A. J. Podaski, a California based writer who covers the adult-film industry.
Father, I'll cut you!
Yay religion:
Greek Orthodox and Franciscan priests got into a fist fight yesterday at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, Christianity's holiest shrine, in an argument over whether a door in the basilica should be closed during a procession.The Israeli riot police know how to handle they BUSINESS.Club-wielding Israeli riot police broke up the fight, witnesses said.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Hasselbeck sperm seems to be particularly powerful.
Milo's dreams are completely crushed. I haven't talked to him recently, but I'm pretty sure he's semi-suicidal.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Change of shorts, bitte
Simmons makes his picks for week 2:
By the way, if you play QB for San Fran, does that automatically increase your chances of getting a concussion by 700 percent? What would happen if Eric Lindros took a few snaps for them? Would his head explode like the guy from "Scanners?"
Friday, September 10, 2004
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Fuck him in the ear!
Bill Simmons, making me change my shorts yet again:
At gunpoint, I think my favorite [Goodfellas gangster name] was Frankie the Wop, since "Wop" is an old-school nickname for Italians -- not quite derogatory at the time, but not complimentary, either. And yet, everyone in Paulie's extended gang was Italian or at least half-Italian. So for someone to be nicknamed "The Wop," I mean, you had to be REALLY Eye-talian. That's like if Bird and McHale had nicknamed Greg Kite "Honky" on the '86 Celtics. It's almost a tribute.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Uh...okay
Yes, Delawareans are fucked up/a>.
Summer, you just weren't yourself this year.This isn't some weird allegory that some drunk reporter wrote. They actually had a coffin. Representing summer. This terrifies me more than I can put into words.When you dawned over Delaware on May 29, there was so much hope. For warmth. For kindness. For happiness. Where was that sunny personality we had so longed for?
Dozens of saddened summer-lovers shuffled along the boardwalk behind your coffin, creeping ever so slowly toward the bandstand and your final resting place.