Archive for January, 2009

Former Wimbledon star and actor Vinnie Jones gets his ass handed to him in a bar fight and now this from Top of the Pops.

A couple questions. How can any debtor take Big Chris/Bullet Tooth (language NSFW) seriously after watching this? How far have you fallen as a backup singer when you’re backing up Vinnie Jones? It could be worse. He could be Ricky Hatton. Please don’t punch me, Vinnie. I heart the house slippers.

Enter The Fart Box

Dockett keeps the Fart Box in shape with regular workouts, protein shakes and fiber.

If you didn’t have enough reasons to pull for the Cardinals this Sunday, here’s one more. Defensive tackle Darnell Dockett’s nickname is Fart Box.

“He takes these protein shakes where he’s trying to keep himself healthy, but when it comes out we all suffer,” [nose tackle Bryan] Robinson said. “It’s nasty.”

There’s so much going on in that quote and it’s way too early. We’d hate to be around Fart Box when he’s not trying to keep himself healthy. He’s probably as deadly as Lake Nyos. Let’s hope Heath Miller gets some of that on Sunday.


Source: East Valley Tribune via PFT

Change I Can Poop On


I can’t believe it. Hope and change have gone out the window. Forget everything we said about enjoying the moment. I’m as speechless as John Boehner when he runs out of tobacco lobbyist money on the House floor. (Dickipedia) President Obama is supporting the Steelers in the Super Bowl.

Aw hell naw is right. In the words of the president himself, “It’s an outrage!” Supporting the Steelers doesn’t not inspire hope and change. Doesn’t Obama know that the Cardinals have Jesus on their side because Kurt Warner says so? If you say that I’m not pleased about this because I hate the Steelers, you would be correct. I am a non-purple camo pants wearing Ravens fan. However I despise them more because they played with our patron saint Najeh Trenadious Monté Davenport’s emotions by constantly cutting and resigning him. That’s some cold shit right there. Dookie should be tearing it up Ybor City with Chris Berman this week. I don’t know what it’s like to root for the Cardinals. No one does except Will Leitch and Neil Lomax’s mom. Maybe David Boston. However I’m going to see how it goes on Sunday.

Here’s hoping Hines Ward or Willie Parker get caught with a mercenary hooker from Reno a day before the game. If the Cardinals win, they should present a jersey to Vice-President Biden unless Obama makes him back the Steelers too. Wait he’s from Scranton. There’s always Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano. DHS probably has a broom closet or handicapped bathroom stall they could use for the ceremony.

Stupid Ravens. Only if they still had Stoney Case or Elvis Grbac.

How bad do you have to be if Al Davis doesn’t want your services? Maybe that means you’re good. Maybe it’s bad meaning good like Run DMC. That probably isn’t the case when it comes to Jim Fassel. Maybe he shouldn’t have used macaroni, construction paper and magic marker to write his letter to Davis.

Village Idiot Stephen Ireland Strikes Again

You might remember Manchester City and former Ireland international Stephen Ireland from such episodes as lying about both of his grandmothers dying to get out of international duty. You can now add douchebag to liar and quitter.

Ireland has a thing for the pink but it’s not what you think. He loves him some pink trim on his … cars. Check out his old ride which he just traded in for something a little better.


If you’re one of those people who has to know what your favorite or most hated footballer drives, you can find out here. It’s surprising that Cashley Cole doesn’t drive a Gremlin because it reminds him of the movie which was super cool.