Thursday, December 9, 2010

Paging Dr. Kevorkian...

Ok, that's a bit harsh, but look at that woman's leg and foot. She's about to burst 'Seven' style. Get her weight down so what? So she can fit in an MRI and find out why she has headaches(Oh, I don't know, maybe because she's 78% body fat?), so what? She can learn she popped a blood vessel and it's going to kill her if her gigantic ass doesn't beat it to the punch? Look at the freaking medicine cabinet she's accumulated! Come on out back, Yeller. JTFC.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Go To Sleep: Wal-Mart

Oh, I hope they take these fuckers down. I hope they win big and the 'Wal-Mart Collapse' signals an end to wasteful America funneling their cash into Chinese and other foreign-made goods. I know that won't happen, but a jackal can dream. It goes to show, if you make it big enough in America, someone will fucking sue your ass.

Monday, December 6, 2010

WTF?: Ravens "Statement" Games

A few weeks back, Ravens head coach and one jackal motherfucker, John Harbaugh, wondered aloud "why the Ravens don't get a non-Sunday, home game in primetime", as if he and his team were slighted in some regard to going on the road for marquee matchups. When you consistently fail to make a statement in those games, however, you can see why someone might not put you first in line. Denver(MNF 2 seasons ago), Green Bay(MNF last year), Atlanta(NFL Network), Tom Brady/Ben Roethlisberger/Payton Manning, get up for these games, yo! Next Monday, my boys get another chance, MNF, primetime, nationally-televised, but it's against Houston. That's not a statement. Well, it is if they don't win.

Friday, December 3, 2010

JOTD: K-OS

How fucking bumping is this shit?

Friday Hottie: Leah Dizon






Wow.

I was looking for a Friday Hottie(a real one, Tico, you lazy bastard) and somehow found this. I think this fat ignant bitches actions call for capital punishment. I'm sure some people might find that harsh, but prison time at the least. "Now my Mom lay me down too sleep, because she didn't know that cramming a dead beat's tiny johnson into her massive stench envelope might cause an unfortunate soul to be born to the two shitheads." Way to devote grieving time for your dead daughter to obtain free Juggalo/ICP merchandise. No chicken, no beak, just wow.