I Suppose This Could Be The Sole Upside to Living Through Traumatic Domestic Munchkin Incidents

5 03 2011

I’m just wondering where all of this anger comes from. Clearly, form and technique can be taught. And when you’re eight years old, like young Steven here is, effort often indicates the victor. Try hard, and you can usually win.

But this is more than effort…this is VENGEANCE.

I’d like to think that young Steven used to go to all of his Dad’s wrestling matches, and watch him from the gallery with his mother, who hated seeing her husband in the ring, but loved seeing him succeed at doing what he loves. Then, tragically, a ringer is brought in by some felonious villain type, and he kills Steve’s father in front of him. When his mother runs out to stop the fight, she too is killed by the ringer, whose past experiences of WWF Battle Royales prohibits him from stopping until everyone is dead on the floor. This creates a Batman-like sense of revenge, and becomes the source of his power. Realizing he knows nothing else but the world of wrestling that both gave him his sense of life and his life-defining tragedy, Steven decides to stay in wrestling, dominate it from the ground up, and defeat the ringer (and his syndicated Crime Boss, let’s call him TURNBUCKLE), and avenge the memory of his dear, dear parents.

But then I’m like, nope, no way this kid is making his own Youtube videos, matching them up to Christian-rap songs (GRITS, anyone?) and creating their own email addresses. Stevowrestling@hotmail.com? Do you even know who the original Steve-O is/was? When I was eight, I had a hard enough time remembering things like SILENT LETTERS LIKE THE ‘W’ THAT GOES IN FRONT OF WRESTLING.

So it looks like the anger comes from whatever’s going on in the O household. I bet it’s a lot of throwing each other around to Christian rap and rock soundtracks. Amen to that.





Just In Case You Were Wondering What A Proper Marriage of Success, Fun, and Athletic Prowess Looks Like

25 02 2011

As well as I move, I move even better on eight wheels

OH LOOK AT ALL OF THIS AUGUST, QUICK-MOVING MAJESTY UP IN HERE.

This was me last week at a rollerskating “80′s Party.” I hear about 80′s parties all of the time. And everyone I go to, I never, ever see anyone else dressing like someone in their 80′s. I and my friends dress like octogenarians at everyone we go to and get these weird looks like “Whaaa?”

You know how I’m always talking about how that I’m fairly athletic, despite my rotund frame? I can move pretty well? Yeah? You’ve yet to see how graceful and smooth I move until you’ve seen me on skates. BEST BRING YA LUNCH.

But that’s in the past. And speaking of FRIGHTENINGLY GOOD ATHLETICISM, and the future itself, here’s my debut article for The Donnybrook Writing Academy: A Society for Cultural Advancement. It’s a fantastic humor site based out of Denver, The Sunshine State, that lampoons all of those stuffyheaded elites who lampoon we working types everyday at their leisure. I’m going to be expounding profusely on matters of sports and elitism, NATURALLY. I’ll be writing under my actual name (J. Erstmill Chabbleshanks, Esq.), rather than my pseduonym, Zack Stovall.

What? You thought I actually wrote this website UNDER MY OWN NAME? What kind of fool do you think I am?!

So check out Donnybrook, and keep checking me out, and tell your friends and stuff. As a reward, more pictures of me displaying this God-given prowess o’ mine on the skates.

This is a super high-def camera that caught me at 124 mph with MINIMAL blurring





Something Something ‘The Hangover: Part II’ Trailer Something Something

24 02 2011

Nothing to add here. This looks funny. I will probably see it. You probably will too.

That is all.

(via Splitsider)





Pay Attention People: THIS Is How You Demonstrate and Protest

21 02 2011

In today’s mad, mad, mad, mad, world, you’ll catch any number of people protesting and voicing their resistance to a given entity. We recently saw it in Egypt, and we’ve also seen it in Tehran (OH, BET YOU FORGOT ABOUT TEHRAN, DIDN’T YOU? REMEMBER HOW EVERYTHING WAS GREEN? HOW INSENSITIVE YOU ARE). Even in our own borders, we’ve seen all sorts of walk-outs, like the strikes in Wisconsin, and we’ve seen marches on to various steps in Washington D.C.

But this guy takes them all.

The subtlety! The tenacity! THE BREVITY! Random-Porch-Sitting-Budweiser-and-Booing-Enthusiast, you sir have demonstrated your verbal dexterity, and with the mere utterance of a three-letter word than doesn’t even mean anything, you have TOPPLED the authority which tried to bind you give some speech about some thing. Remember how Zorro used to swordfight people with a spoon, and everyone’s like ‘Oh man, he couldn’t beat these other guys with swords in a swordfight using a spoon!’ but then they were like ‘OH MAN, HE BEAT THOSE GUYS USING A SPOON!’ That’s sort of what this guy is doing. You’ve got a politician, someone who’s, you know, SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT DEBATING, getting se-se-se-se-SERVED by some local yokel.

The inner bully in me was happy to see this happen. The outer nerd in me made up all of the other stuff about how this was cool. Either way, a great way to get things done.

(via Demi Moore)





Oh, You’ve Got Big Weekend Plans? CANCEL THEM. YOUR WEEKEND WILL NEVER BE AS CRAZY AS BRAZIL

11 02 2011

Jesus Anfernee Christ. Brazil is a crazy place to exist, huh?

  • Next time someone’s like “Man, girls from Brazil are CRAZY HOT,” just be like “Not all of them,” and then start crying furiously, like I am right now.
  • Gotta love her spirit, endurance, and lack of shame. THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE TO LOVE.
  • I bet the man who is, um, also in the show probably didn’t have such an event listed as “Out of the Question” when he woke up that morning. That’s how crazy Brazil is. “Get straddled and grinded upon by a 450lbs. woman for the amusement of dozens of other” is not nor ever has been nor will be on my list.
  • Excuse me for just a moment.
  • Think about this next time you’re getting together with a couple of friends for a game night. “Oh, Apples to Apples or Cranium? OR GO SEE WOMEN THE SIZE OF TRUCKS BEND THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.”
  • Cool hat! HAHAHA BURN.
  • I’m not entirely certain that the man MCing the event is speaking Portuguese or if he’s just jabbering madly like an insane person. If he’s jabbering madly, he’ll never have a better excuse to do so than witnessing that.
  • IMPORTANT QUESTION: Is this her career? MORE IMPORTANT QUESTION: If not, what is her career?

Have a good weekend. Sorry I nearly ruined it.

(via f-yeahdementia)





Detroit Is In Ruins Because Its Mayor Wouldn’t Know A GREAT Idea If It Blasted Him In The Face With A Laser

8 02 2011

A slap in the face to the City of Detroit's greatest ambassador.

I mean, Philly’s got a statue of Rocky Balboa in it, and Robocop won, at the very least, twice as many Academy Awards as the Rocky franchise. Plus, I never saw a Rocky cartoon series like I did with Robocop, and THAT’S the true mark of a successful film.

GET ON THIS DETROIT. YOU HAVE TO START HELPING YOURSELF OUT OF THIS TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE SITUATION THAT IS YOUR CURRENT EXISTENCE.

(via @amac84)





What Mr. Lattimer and I Would Offer To Keep Albert Pujols in St. Louis

27 01 2011

LOVE ME, LOVE ME, SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME

So The Onion’s SportsDome has already explored a subject my friend, Mr. Steve Lattimer, and I have discussed at great length: what we, were we to own the Cardinals, would give Albert Pujols in return for him to stay in St. Louis and continue to play for our beloved and aforementioned Cardinals.

There’s been much ado on the subject as of late. The formidable task of finding enough dollars to pay the slugger’s expected price tag is leading many to believe such a task cannot be fulfilled by the Cardinals’ front office and should not even be attempted as “No player is bigger than Cardinal nation.”

“Quite true,” Lattimer and I would politely retort. “However, that’s retarded. JUST SIGN THE BEST BASEBALL PLAYER IN THE LEAGUE RIGHT NOW AND POSSIBLY FOR ALL TIME AND BE THANKFUL YOU GOT HIM.” The last part isn’t polite, but it would be about as polite as we could muster.

So we’ve compiled a list of things we would personally assure Mr. Pujols to have upon his signature. Let’s just say the list is infinite, but we’ve decided to highlight some of the splendors of this vast, imaginary wealth Mr. Lattimer and I have procured creating high-speed trains that have tracks like rollercoasters, and trees that grow candy bars. The list is as follows, yet is not limited to:

  • Free Toasted Ravioli, a St. Louis culinary special, For Life
  • Secret Hombre Cave under the brewery so he and Yadi can hang out
  • 24/7 Pilot and Plane
  • Official language of the Cardinals, Busch Stadium, et al will be Spanish
  • Newly Acquired Nick Punto will have to carry his bags everywhere
  • Tony LaRussa promises not to talk to him
  • Big Mac land annexed, turned into Albertville
  • Giant, 632-foot statue placed in between legs of the Arch
  • Selects every other player’s (including away team player’s) at-bat songs
  • Free oil changes from any St. Louis City or County Midas
  • Fred Bird will drive him to home plate, first base, and around the bases on home runs in his sports car, also applying to the Greater St. Louis area
  • Unprohibited use of T-shirt air cannon
  • Can have specially designed uniform of his own choosing; team will pay any and all league fines.
  • Latin cuisine night at Busch…every night
  • Nobody can have the number five in their number at all;15, 25, 35, 45, all of the fifties, 65, 75, 85, and 95. All out.
  • Rams and Blues will change their names to the Alberts and Pujols, respectively
  • Heck, just give him both teams, because who cares?
  • Everyone has to shave their heads, except for Yadi
  • A $100 gift certificate to the Cheesecake Factory, awarded annually
  • No beardwidth thicker than 3mm
  • Throne in dugout
  • Free tote bag (BUT AN AWESOME TOTEBAG)
  • Open season to kill as many Fred Birds as he sees fit in or around the Greater St. Louis Area
  • Archbishop’s personal cell phone number on speed dial
  • Free reign of David Freese’s social life
  • Honorary Doctorate from Washington University in St. Louis
  • Honorary Doctorate from Washington University in St. Louis – School of Medicine
  • One hour before and after every game to preach on the Gospel
  • Chris Carpenter’s Cy Young Award
  • Can throw as many honorary first pitches as he wants, whenever he wants
  • Full dental coverage, on the house
  • Memphis Redbirds. All of it.
  • Free passes to Grant’s Farm (already free! DON’T TELL HIM!), Six Flags, and the Missouri Botanical Garden
  • Third World Countries Pujols would normally travel to on mission trips are instead shipped to him
  • His own personal ballboy, rather than use the team’s ballboy
  • A team of genetic theorists and scientists and their assurance to create whatever mythical creature he should ever demand
  • As many bats as he wants
  • $11 billion dollars
  • Conductor for all school-aged singers of the National Anthem or Take Me Out To The Ball Game

(As originally published on The Ghost of Roy Hobbs, your source for sports and culture analysis from the Natural himself.)





GLOOOORY GLORY SARAH PAAAAAAAALIN!

18 01 2011




That’s Not The Pre-Agreed Upon Abbreviation For ‘Refinance,’ Carrollton Bank, SILLY!

13 01 2011





Can’t Say My Entire Perception of Male Cat Owners Isn’t Shattered By The Godfather Owning A Cat

12 01 2011

Cat Fancier

When I moved into the apartment I’m in now, I had the understanding that a single man had occupied it previously. It had been uninhabited for some time, so while dusting behind the stove, under the dishwasher, etc., I was very disturbed to find what can only be described as a grown-man’s-dumpsworth of uneaten cat food bits.

It reinforced a long understood axiom of mine that grown men should not own cats. Not by themselves anyway.

I get it. Cats are tidy. They keep to themselves. A good litter box and they’re reasonably low maintenance, perfect for a guy who’s always on the go, traveling for business, or just bedding a lot of strange women at their place. It makes a lot of sense. Dogs you’ve gotta take out, walk them, feed them, give them at least 60 seconds of attention: all things you don’t need to do with a cat.

But the main reason you get a pet is for companionship, and cats, while pragmatic, are soulless creatures that would rather kill you than look at you.

My family has a cat back in Arkansas. We got him around third grade or so, so he’s led a full, nice life. He’s like a dog, this cat, Smokey. You’ll be sitting on the porch, and he’ll come up and nuzzle and cuddle with you, just like your best Golden Retriever or Labrador. But I don’t think for a minute that if Smokey were vested with the power to grow to the size of a lion, or the brain power to operate heavy machinery, that he wouldn’t rip me and a friend or family member of mine that he’d ever come across into as tiny of bits he could manage just to see us BLEED. You can see it in his eyes. YOU CAN SEE IT IN THEIR EYES. I’ve seen what they do to squirrels.

This perception has been a cornerstone of my upbringing, and, as I watch The Godfather on this afternoon, I am shocked to realize something I hadn’t ever before: Vito Corleone, the best Godfather of them all, owned a cat.

It wasn’t his wife’s or his grandchildren’s cat. It was in his office with all of the other important people in his inner sanctum, answering the requests asked of him on the day of his daughter’s wedding, REQUESTS HE COULD NOT REFUSE. This was an integral part of the ENTIRE COSTA NOSTRA. It wasn’t just roaming the house like an idiot. Barzini could’ve just nabbed him and made the little sucker SQUEAL. He got Abe Vigoda, after all.

So maybe there’s something to cats after all. I mean, if the Godfather can have one, why can’t anyone else? Why shouldn’t I be able to get a little feline critter if I see fit?

Quite simply, I’m just not that guy. The Godfather can pull off a lot of things I can’t, liked slicked back hair, cats, and cotton balls inexplicably being jammed in my mouth. Plus, I think my awesome, 95 lbs. dog would destroy a cat in whatever hilarious fashion he saw fit.

Because dogs are awesome, you see.








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