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"One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like a infantile retard." - Mike Tyson

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

World Cup Shmerld Cup

So on Saturday the USA soccer team was eliminated from the World Cup by Ghana by a dramatic extra time goal. Strangely enough, seconds later millions of Americans immediately remembered that soccer is gay.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm a full-blown patriot through and through and I love the concept of international competition, but as an American I can just never bring myself to appreciate the World Cup. As Americans we have dominated the world of international sports for over 100 years, but I refuse to submit to the powers of soccer simply because of its worldwide appeal, for more than enough reasons. But before I get into why soccer sucks, let me just preface it by saying this...

This is America (pronounced 'Merica) and for 200 years we have served as the leaders of industry, business, scientific exploration, progressive thought, and yes even sports. The thing is, here in undeniably the greatest country in the world, soccer is a sport for 6 year-olds and overzealous, clueless mothers who have nothing better to do than pull their jeans up to their nipples. There is no arguing the fact that in the US, the athletic Mecca, soccer has been relegated to the basement of sport. I'm not saying that World Cup caliber soccer isn't a sport and that soccer players are all gay. No, not at all, because generalizations like that aren't true, like when I say that all Asians turn into Gremlins if you feed them after midnight when deep down I know that probably only half of them are actually Gremlins, but I digress. What I'm saying is, if America doesn't give a shit about soccer right here in our own backyards and local athletic fields, then why are people still getting strong-armed into believing that we're supposed to care about the World Cup?

Let's be honest, we're not any fucking good at soccer, and there's an obvious reason for that. Here in America we focus on sports that aren't lame like basketball, baseball, golf, and football. We'll never be in the upper echelon of soccer because our athletes are out smashing the world's fuckbox in every other sport known to man. But why is it that soccer gets left in the dust? This is the country where every opportunity imaginable is available to you as long as you work hard and have a little bit of skill, the kind of opportunities that aren't available anywhere else in the world. That being said, if you can't make it here, then you've got a problem. There's no easy way of saying this to you soccer, but we're gonna have to let you go.

Being that soccer was cut from the proverbial Freshman B Team here in the great US of A, any place that soccer can thrive is a little suspect for me. In the land of freedom and opportunity soccer has failed but yet it still reigns supreme for entire countries and continents. So the question is, what has been ignored that has allowed the sport of soccer to climb to the top. maybe we should take a look...

South and Central America, a place where beautiful women walk along the beaches in thongs 'aint half bad. It also happens to be a place where it is widely accepted that the drug cartels and criminal organizations have much stronger and more intact infrastructures than their national government's. Children are kidnapped at alarming rates while civilians and tourist are trapped in busses and burned alive for their wallets and purses, but heck, their soccer teams roll on mother fuckers.

Spain & Portugal are playing each other as I type this, a match-up of soccer titans. My first question, one that I assume a lot of other people are asking is, who the fuck is footing their bill? These two nations' flat out refusal to pay their fucking taxes has caused a debt crisis that has essentially tied an Acme anvil to the ankle of other European countries and capital markets. But that Christiano Ronaldo sure is dreamy.

Africa, I saw Blood Diamond and that place seems like it really sucks. Its a place where even I am struggling to find something tongue and cheek to say about it. At the forefront of the AIDS epidemic and where hundreds if not thousands of people starve to death every single day. Hosting arguably the largest spectator even in the world in Africa seems to me at first glance like having an impromptu dance party in the recreational yard of jail. Don't sound to fun to me, especially because the only hot dance beats are coming from one of those stupid fucking vuvuzelas. If soccer is all they've got, then maybe that's a testament to how dire things really are. Ghana, seriously? Jesus, let them have a win or two, it looks like they need it.

All I'm saying is we need to take a breather on this whole World Cup Shmerld Cup thing, because as of right now its a collection of countries that kinda suck playing a sport that an overwhelming amount of people here don't care about. Let's not forget, when we hosted the Cup games back in 1994 all the spectators, more appropriately named "dirty ass foreigners" literally urinated everywhere. The Blue Line tunnels still reek like piss. Thanks World Cup, smell ya later.

Now that the US has been eliminated, if I actually cared about soccer I'd be riding Team Germany, because Germans don't take shit from anyone and that's pretty American of them, plus they have a badass dude named Schweinsteiger who does some serious smashing. Smash on, Schweinsteiger.
"Sure I've been called a Xenophobe, but the truth is I'm not. I honestly feel that America is the best country and all other countries aren't as good. That used to be called patriotism."
Ridiculous 1980's music video of the day; Tarzan Boy by Baltimora

Monday, June 21, 2010

I have no words

Honestly I don't even know what to say. My girl KP and her mammary masterpieces have gone and done it again, finally proving to me that it really is OK for grown men to cry. I am not ashamed in any way to admit that "California Gurls" has already been my summer jam for weeks, and I have patiently been waiting for the moment that I can fist pump to it out of the passenger side (no scrubs) window of Pat McHugh's Jeep. I can't tell whether to be completely awed by the video or to be incredibly frightened by it. It obviously encapsulates everything in life that I hold dear, that being KP, her immaculate chest, a fully interactive version of Hasbro's Candyland board game, and my homie Snoop who SBB is both inspired by and dedicated to. But I am also a wee bit scared because the either the video director Matthew Cullen has been able to build some Hot Tub Space Shuttle Machine and fly to an amazing Utopian world where Katy Perry frolicks amongst cotton candy clouds and sprays whipped cream out of her jugs, OR he has figured out how to access my wet dreams while I sleep. I guess neither one really bothers me that much, and on second thought, this man may be a complete genius.

However, maybe he doesn't deserve all the credit, because deep down I'm pretty sure I somehow created this music video with my brain. After all, it is moi who closes his eyes and wishes for a world where this scenario can exist every time I feel scared or lonely.

2 more elements of proof that I may have wished this video into existence with my brain.
       1.) At the 2:12 mark in the vid she steals my favorite go-to Spring Break dance move
       2.) The 3:24 mark is an almost exact depiction of what happened in my pants while I watched this video

Thank you Matthew Cullen,
Thank you perverted childlike brain of mine that seemingly willed this video into existence,
...and most of all...
Thank you Jesus, for it was you who died on a cross so that I may have eternal life & have KP melt my popsicle with her sun kissed skin

Amen
SBB

Post Script: Some gayrod at YouTube won't let me post the embedded video straight to the blog, so I can only provide the link right now, mea culpa

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Furniture Fuckfest 2010

Recently I moved into an apartment of my own a couple of miles up town to the north. The one problem that I was facing now that I am an uptown girl living in my white bread world was that I really didn't own any of my own shit. For the last 3+ years I have always lived with a pretty large group of roommates, which essentially much allowed me to get by with a very minimalistic existence. However, those days are over and this uptown girl needs some furniture, so what do I do? I go to IKEA, a very unique experience to say the least. Whereas a trip to a place like Wall-Mart is very much like going to a carnival where all the fun an childlike wonderment is replaced by vomit, generations of selective intra-family breeding, and demon children, going to IKEA is kinda like a grade school field trip. Everything feels clean and sterile, while the wives/girlfriends walk around like teachers and chaperones while guys walk slowly ten to fifteen feet behind dragging their shoes and pretending to be somewhere else. One of the first things I noticed upon entering the store was that there was an inordinate amount of Eastern Europeans judging by the amount of black roots on top of dirty blonde hair, pointy faces, graphic tees, women that look like Dog the Bounty Hunter, and the overwhelming cologne shower aroma. Just an observation, that's all I'm saying.

A few years ago before the world realized that Dane Cook is a douche-wrap supreme I had a copy of his stand up album, and in one of his bits he goes on to explain how whenever he goes into a Walgreens he is overcome with the feeling that he needs to steal. Even though he's an emotive gayrod I think he hit the nail on the head with this one. No, I don't actually feel like stealing from Walgreens, mostly because I don't need free tampons and because the only things I really want to steal are behind the pharmacist's counter. PILLS!!! PILLS!!! I NEED MY PILLS OR I GET REALLLLYYYY NERVOUSSSS!!!! No, I don't feel like stealing when I walk in Walgreens, but I have my own personal version of the Dane Cook sentiment; when the doors open up at IKEA and I venture inside, all I can think of is how I need to have sex on every one of the thousands of pieces of furniture in the building. Every. Single. One.

I don't really know what it is, but something about the awkward shape of the individual furniture pieces and the names that nobody outside of Stockholm can pronounce make me feel a strange sense of exotic eroticism. "Wow the Flugtasten sofabed and ottoman combo would go great in our living room. I wonder what you would look like bent over it".  Am I wrong? Am I wrong? "Oooohh the Hastveda kitchen table is just so cute that its making me all tingly in my penis area, let's fuck on top of it until one of the legs breaks off"... and so it goes while looking at every single piece in the superstore.

There is another observation that I can't help but make while shopping at IKEA; there are a lot of pieces of furniture in here that could look good in a house or apartment, however I don't think it would look so great once a guy not unlike myself blasts the first of numerous yet inevitable cum stains on the new fabric. Honestly, all it takes is a single spur of the moment sexual encounter (talk to your doctor about whether Cialis is right for you) that gets reckless for 2 seconds and you completely ruin that neat little chaise lounge you bought. Oh who are we kidding, I was you were whackin' it on the sofa to Taxicab Confessions again...

The reason the Dane Cook bit was funny was because it was pretty true, you do actually feel like stealing when you walk into a Walgreens. That's why I am pretty confident in saying that you probably get the same feelings I do when you are perusing the aisles of IKEA; you just feel like you need to go to pound town when you're surrounded by so much furniture. If you don't, I guess I don't have much to say to you except suck it. I know there's at least a couple of people that feel the same way I do. This particular couple, let's call them Shmerin Shmreg and Shmo Shmoboda will pretty much have sex anywhere and on anything, including but not limited to certain people's beds when they are nice enough to let them sneak into their unoccupied apartment to use the potty. Don't ever bring these two "defilers of the domicile" to IKEA, because knowing what they have been known to do on regular furniture that doesn't belong to them, I can only imagine what would happen if they walked into the Swedish superstore. Furniture Fuckfest  2K10.

There you go Shmerin, you wanted a shout out and you got it.
As the wise fabler Aesop once said, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it, especially if you have sex on someone else's bed"

Over and out Ghostrider,
SBB