I hope nobody is eating while reading this. If so, stop eating on the toilet. That’s gross.
If you were one of the many people who had faux outrage over the Crown Jewel pay-per-view the WWE held in Saudi Arabia over the weekend and still watched, you could tell Triple H was pretty messed up by the end of the match. Now we have the photo evidence that Triple H did, in fact destroy his pectoral muscle at some point during the showdown between DX and the Brothers of Destruction. Continue reading →
By now you’ve heard that Rae Carruth, quite possibly the most despicable human being on the planet, was released from prison after serving 19 years for conspiring to murder his 8-month pregnant girlfriend. I’m not sure how someone like that ever gets out of prison, but that’s not why I’m here. I’ll let Whitty break that down in his upcoming soccer blogs.
My biggest gripe is the idiots that are celebrating his release by trying to buy his jersey. I understood the Michael Vick Halloween costumes where they’d have their dog with them. I didn’t think it was funny, but I saw why a 19-year-old college sophomore might. I was busy wearing a very tight Spider-Man costume and a Woopie Cushion costume that I turned inside out and wrote “DOUCHE BAG” on it. Much much better than wearing a Michael Vick jersey with my dog by my side, right? I like to think a lot of people were walking around Halloween parties in the mid-90’s wearing poor-fitting leather gloves. It’s too bad we didn’t have cameras back then to document such parties, but hopefully researches will find a stone tablet with that image chiseled into it someday.
Can we take a second to appreciate how awesome the officer on the right is? When he’s not escorting former NFL running backs through the courtroom I bet he’s busy yelling at his kids for turning up the thermostat and asking his wife “how on God’s green earth someone can spend $13 at Smoothie King”. Continue reading →
Yeah yeah yeah, we all know. Wrestling is fake. I don’t watch it thinking I’m actually getting a combat sport that isn’t staged or has a predetermined outcome. It’s a television sitcom that combines sometimes decent story lines and some of the most athletically gifted human beings on the planet.
Every now and then we’re reminded that things can go wrong in the ring if someone is rusty or an opponent isn’t expecting certain moves. Tonight, Liv Morgan appeared to be knocked out cold by Brie Bella’s “Yes Kicks”. We might not know the real story anytime soon, but it looks like Brie Bella unintentionally caught Liv with a kick to the face, which stunned her, leaving her unprepared for the next kick to knock her out cold.
Every year we hear that it’s the last of the Deadman. Every year the WWE needs filler or a big name to try to drum up more WWE Network subscriptions right before WrestleMania. This year the “Undertaker is back” story line got started a little early because of their show in Australia where he’ll take on Triple H FOR. THE. LAST. TIME. EVER! *wink*wink* Continue reading →
USA TODAY – A high school girl from Georgia arrived to prom in a casket, and videos of the reveal have since gone viral.
“I was shocked,” Alexandrea Clark told 11Alive over Skype Monday. “I didn’t know that it was going to go that viral.”
Clark arrived to her senior prom in a hearse on Saturday at Americus Sumter High School. She took the short, five to 10-minute ride from the funeral home to school. She said her vision for her grand entrance was two years in the making.
What in the actual fuck? If you read the whole article, which I reluctantly did, Alexandrea said this was a way to encourage her classmates to not drink and drive. I get that, but I always found the snatching-keys-with-two-fingered-poke-to-the-sternum more effective. Showing up in a casket inside a hearse is bizarre despite the meanings behind the act. Ms. Clark plans on being a funeral director after school, which is great and all, but I planned on being a huge disappointment to my family after school and guess what, I went to prom like the rest of my classmates rather than showing up as my future self (40lbs overweight and losing hair faster than you can say Propecia). I don’t know what would be creepier: post-late-20’s Mac showing up to a high school prom or chicks rolling up in caskets. Continue reading →
I’m sure by now you’ve seen about a million blogs, articles and podcast hosts list their WrestleMania 34 predictions. For the most part, you can usually tell how the show is going to go based on the Vegas betting odds and looking ahead at which Superstars are scheduled for work outside of the wrestling ring, etc.
I try to avoid those unless I don’t have much invested in the pay-per-view, and WrestleMania would qualify as one of those special occasions where I’m doing everything within my power to avoid any potential spoilers. So here it goes. This is my wish list of what I hope and think should happen at WrestleMania 34 in New Orleans. Continue reading →
Fightful.com – “When I’m not flipping ambulances I’m in the gym stacking plates and banging weights. I eat 15,000 calories a day just to be able to feed the monster. It takes a lot to run almost a 400 pound frame. As far as training goes, sometimes I just go out into the woods and I beat trees down with my bare hands.”
“It’s my guilty pleasure, even though I’m trying to get Chipotle to sponsor me, because I spend $150 a week in there. It’s $25 dollars for every bowl. It’s three scoops of steak, two scoops of chicken, double guacamole, cheese, sour cream, and corn.”
That, my friends, is a lot of food. Many of you are probably well aware #MacsConeyChallenge. I’m currently at 132 coneys of the 400 I promised to eat before 2018 is over. I can pack away some food, and it turns out I’m in great company. According to Fightful.com, who did the noble work of transcribing interviews Braun did with the New York Stock Exchange and Between The Ropes, The Monster Among Us destroys Chipotle 6 days as week to help keep up his 6’8″ 385lbs bod. Each bowl is $25 and contains enough meat to feed a small family.
I’m no stranger to double-meat at Chipotle. The trick is to just say you want steak at first, then add on a scoop of chicken. That way they don’t dick you over and skimp on the scoops knowing you’re getting double-meat. They’ve shown their hand and they’d be total dicks if they shortchanged you on the chicken after they gave you heaping pile of steak. Keep that one in your back pocket for the next time you find yourself craving some Mexican fare.