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Phelps gets a head rush, Tony the Tiger shits his pants
It is my duty to touch base on the Michael Phelps saga, a saga that along with much of the other crap that is force fed to us lemmings by the media is not really a story, but a learning experience for the young man.
Now, we all know what this kid has done in the pool, he is a freak of nature. Long waisted, long armed, and a swimming machine. I have personally never been captivated by an athlete such as Phelps before I witnessed what he did in China. The world at his feet, all he has ever known is training and work.
He will fuck up many more times in his life, it is just a shame that it will be magnified until the day he "shits the bed". Kellogg's has dropped his endorsement, so you can eat your frosted flakes without his image on the box. How about they just throw a pair of big tits up on that box. I bet they would sell some product then, by gawd. And by the way, now he does not endorse sugar, calories or fat. I can see all those fat kids sighing in relief.
It is rumored that when he was born that he shot out of his mother's womb like a Nolan Ryan fastball, luckily the doctor had a catcher's mitt and had played Class A minor league ball. At 10, he was banned from swimming at the YMCA due to a large number of hit and run accidents at his local pool, at 16 he swam to work, school and home on GROUND AND PAVEMENT, ... in order to do his homework, watch film of his technique and eat 6.7 lbs. of food. This dude can grub, I bet the Charmin company will be his next sponsor, because that grub has GOT to go somewhere. Probably eats more than some third world countries, a virtual wood chipper in the kitchen.
Now he goes to a South Carolina party, and some asshole takes a pic of him taking a bong hit. (said asshole should have his ass kicked.js)
He is 23, and he has only known work, training and the pool, and competition.
1. Did he commit murder?
2. Will it change how I feel about Ann Coulter?
3. Will time stop and somehow we all will be hung on the image of his toke for eternity?
4. Will his babies be born naked and will they be cannonballs as well?
5. What would Obama do?
NO, FUCK NO, NO, YES, AND JOIN HIM. " ie:Bill Clinton"
If this is our news, along with the earth shattering "Jessica Simpson has a fat ass!" "Romo is silent!" debacle, then we are what a friend of mine coined so eloquently as being "FUCK OF THE MOUNTAIN!" He created this gem while swaying naked blind-drunk on a rock up about 9000 ft. in Colorado,... thus, fuck of the mountain.
Have fun, get laid, enjoy fame, retire, swim, just please do what YOU want to do, not what is EXPECTED, seal boy. Fuck em' and feed em' fish-heads, if it hair lips the governor.
Just don't do a "Snuggie" commercial.
I like Obama, I am sure that he is hung like a pack mule, which is impressive yet not rewarding to me in my current state of affairs. (that is Laura Bush and Condalizza Rice checking out Obama's package.js)I think he has our best interests at heart, but it will be difficult for him to undo what G-Dub and Cheney shat on our country. I am sad, because I do not now have any cool stuff to talk about as far as Cheney goes, now he can blow off heads with shotguns in complete privacy. He was the best provider of my material because he was and is so violent and insane. And powerful. Darth Cheney, and now he can water board the shit out of anything that moves wherever he sets up his "Bird Hunting Refuge".
Obama seems to be trying to do something, but I have a stimulus plan that could possibly work as well. why not take the 900 billion and do this:
1. Give the tax payers in our 50 states 25%. Money means stimulus.
2. Take 25% and invest in alternative fuel research, and force the big 3 automakers to lose unions.
3. Stop buying shit from other countries, give 25% to businesses in government contracts (state, local, federal level infrastructure) and hiring initiative.
4. Save 25% in case this shit don't work.
Fuck welfare recipients, fuck immigrants and their benefits, and fuck Wall Street and executives as a whole. Of course I am ignorant of red tape and lobbying and politics, but if we tax payers have THE OPPORTUNITY for cash or credit, then WE WILL SPEND MONEY, if it is not jacked up to 19% interest by banks or credit card companies or other lending institutions.
Perhaps Obama will turn it around, but our times are increasingly getting difficult. I am thinking more about this and I can see "3 Meter Platform Dumpster Diving" becoming an Olympic sport in the near future. Perhaps " Synchronised Penny Rolling" and "4x100 Aluminum Can Gathering Relay" will be contests as well. Unfortunately "homeless stomping" is a sport that could become more prevalent in our economy, I just hope it doesn't catch on in Ireland where they got those River dance people. Holy dog shit, now that would sell some Broadway tickets.
How about letting the thousands of tax payers that lost their life savings in the Wall Street scams getting a shot at the cocksuckers that stole their future in the octagon,... no rules, no time limit, just mixed martial arts fine tuned to merciless beat downs. With current world champions to get the highest executives on prime time television, with Cheney referee, (hell he would get a hard on)...now this would garnish some ratings.
SOME THINGS THAT DISTURB ME
1. Red Carpet events, for any reason are like little parades of designer bullshit that are dissected like they actually influence anything that the normal American cares about. Do you think Joe Bunghole of Possum Holler gives a flying fuck about how fat Oprah's ass looks in her Armani wrap? Let's just ask him:
"Joe, what do you think?"
"I think that bitch will field dress at around 300, gutted and de-hooved." sez Joe.
Well, there ya go.
2. The fascination with Snuggies. Go buy a bathrobe, turn the fucker around and you are "shittin' in tall cotton". Hell, sew four of them together and go to a football game with your family. But I swear, if I see you in the stands, I will make you wish that you had never left your house. Snuggies and CRYING are not allowed in football venues. (see future reference of crying in football/Terrell "GREAT SATAN" Owens).
3. The Old Wrinkled Six Flags Dude. How would you like to be chained to this fucker 24/7, with the Techno shit blaring from Marshall stack amplifiers? Dancing and bouncing like he is cranked out to the max. Hell, THAT'S WHY HE IS SO OLD LOOKING! He's a meth freak that is making a fortune, but he makes me want to either:
A. Drive a #9 pencil into my ear with a ball-peen hammer.
B. Empty both barrels of a 12 gauge shot gun on his knees.
Oddly enough I can see him chained to Jerry "Skeletor" Jones next season, just for shits and giggles.
Which brings me to something I absolutely dread, and yet look forward to at the same time. The next time I post on this blog it will address the Dallas Cowboys. I have a lawyer on retainer, so fuck it.
SOONER BORN AND SOONER BRED, AND WHEN I DIE I'M SOONER DEAD