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I found this in Will Ferrell's site FunnyorDie.com.
There is some bad language so if you are at work keep the volume down.
GET OUT YOUR F*CKING CHECKBOOK!!!!!!!
THE INTERNET'S SURVIVAL GUIDE FOR MEN
I found this in Will Ferrell's site FunnyorDie.com.
There is some bad language so if you are at work keep the volume down.
GET OUT YOUR F*CKING CHECKBOOK!!!!!!!
Posted by Nightmare at 1:47 PM 5 comments
This video is out of hand. I know its rather long but I highly recommend giving it a watch from start to finish. Suds, Lytedogg, RT what should the retort be from your party?
Posted by Norman P. Orlando at 12:48 PM 4 comments
You know what really pisses me off.....blind driveway signs. All the sign does is tell me that if a person isn't paying attention, they will probably be killed. I don't slow down when I see them. I carry on as if they didn't exist. I don't study rocket science but wouldn't it make more god damn sense to have a sign facing the people that live on the street..."watch the f#ck out or your going to be plastered on a windshield."
Posted by The Commodore at 9:12 AM 6 comments
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Roy Cummings of the Tampa Tribune is reporting that the Buccaneers have met with free agent Daunte Culpepper to discuss a potential incentive laden contract. Culpepper was in Tampa on Thursday to meet with Head Coach John Gruden and other Tampa officials. Daunte was granted his release from the Dolphins earlier this week, after failing to catch on in the city where the HEAT is on. On the surface, the Bucs don't appear to really need much help at the quarterback position (as they currently hold 5 QB's on their active roster including Jeff Garcia, Chris Simms, Jake Plummer, and Brad Gradkowski), but John Gruden has never met a talented veteran he wouldn't consider working with.
Ok, seriously, Johnny Boy....leave this one alone. Daunte Culpepper sucks. He's God awful. He'll have you smashing your play sheet to the ground, and I'll have to look at that miserable scowl on your face all game, as the cameras focus in on your ugly lid and call you "Chucky." Take it from someone that watched Culpepper attempt to rejuvenate his career in the AFC East.......he's a washed up B-U-M. He tries to do too much....often creating turnovers....which is exactly the opposite of what your team needs. That is why you signed Jeff Garcia. He's a field general that makes minimal mistakes, and tends not to force the issue with turnovers. So, you could say he's the opposite of that mongoloid you hosted in Tampa on Thursday.
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Posted by Chieftain at 1:51 AM 3 comments
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Here at the Win Column....rather than argue with Chieftain over his baseball rankings (that absolutely suck)....I say we move on to a more enjoyable debate, and discussion. Is it ok to write all over a buddy that passes out the earliest at a party? I can think of many occasions where I've had d*cks, Nazi propaganda, and many other weird things written on me when I passed out. I awake to find my eyelids colored in, and signatures on my legs, arms, and usually somewhere else that's weird. But don't get me wrong, it's not a one way street. I thoroughly enjoy writing on anyone that passes out early at a party. It's your own fault for being a p*ssy and not being able to hang with the big boys (and girls). I love to find the nearest PERMANENT Sharpie marker and absolutely pepper someone with unthinkable words, symbols, and other creepy things. Just ask the Commodore about how last month I colored in his ears, nose, eyes, and gave him a Hitler mustache after he was the first one to pass out at a party.
Is it ok to draw all over a buddy in permanent marker when he's passed out? And if you don't think I have a Sharpie in my hand....and the Commodore didn't have a little too many "Suds" tonight.....and he's not passed out on my couch....well...stay tuned to see if I create a Picasso on his moley face.
Posted by Simply Suds at 1:15 AM 4 comments
Labels: Drinking
I just so happen to think of this press conference at least once a week, referencing some Denny Green quotes whenever I need to know "who I thought they were."
This is strictly comedy. Who starts a press conference with "Nah, they are what we thought they were." Is that even English? What did you think they were? I'm confused. Denny Green should go down as one of the worst coaches in recent NFL history. He took a fairly decent Vikings team and a young, but talented Cardinals team, and completely tanked both franchises.
You suck Denny.
Posted by Simply Suds at 1:06 AM 0 comments
Honorable Mention (no particular order): Grady Sizemore, Mark Teixeira, Travis Hafner, Victor Martinez, Carlos Lee, Carl Crawford, Vernon Wells, Ken Griffey, Derrek Lee, Hanley Ramirez, Magglio Ordonez, Michael Young, Russell Martin, Jorge Posada, Jimmy Rollins, Chipper Jones, Carlos Guillen, Alex Rios, Adam Dunn, Ivan Rodriguez, Jason Bay, Ryan Braun (I'm in love with this guy)
Posted by Chieftain at 2:40 PM 4 comments
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Kevin Durant has inked a seven year deal with Nike worth an estimated $60 million dollars, including a $10 million dollar signing bonus. Adidas had an offer on the table for Durant....a $70 million dollar deal with a 12 year signing bonus. However, since Durant has ties to Nike dating back to 8th grade, he chose to stay loyal, and stay with Nike.
Huh? I wish I could make decisions that would basically throw away $12 million bucks. Wow. You know life is good when you're turning down $70 million dollar deals in order to sign $60 million dollar deals. All this on top of your millions that you will earn annually for your salary.....wow. Kevin Durant is now one rich mother f*cker. Maybe he can spot me a hundo, or maybe a G. The Nashville crew could sure use some free extra ca$h to do unthinkable acts on the ride down to the Music City.
Swoosh.
Posted by Simply Suds at 8:10 AM 0 comments
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Slowstuff would be proud...but I've stepped up my game, and I've been watching a serious amount of MTV Jams, Hotlist, and VH1 Soul....but nothing has really infuriated me like this stupid song, and this retarded dance that goes along with it. What the hell kind of dance is this? The Cupid Shuffle? How can people honestly get rich off of this garbage? I've seen kids dance better on 6 pills of Ecstasy and a ton of other narcotics. All while sweating out the disgusting amounts of booze they drank, and the 56 lung darts they ripped down for dessert. Cupid Shuffle....what a bunch of jerks. Shuffle your d*cks.
Posted by Simply Suds at 3:12 AM 10 comments
Posted by Chieftain at 5:03 PM 44 comments
Labels: College Football
Please watch this from start to finish. I haven't laughed this hard in a long time. I'm still laughing. Wow. This is the greatest video I've ever seen.
Innocent until proven guilty....unless you are Mike Vick. What a scum bag.
Posted by Simply Suds at 4:29 PM 1 comments
...an alcohol monitoring anklet like Lindsay Lohan has to wear on a daily basis. I can't even imagine how fun it would be to sit around with a bunch of buddies watching college football on a Saturday, all while seeing who can get the most f*cked up while we watch our anklets skyrocket into the lethal blood alcohol levels. Post-blackout, I always wonder what my numbers would have been....and now I have a way to achieve these goals. Lytedogg could possibly give me a run for my money....he's not afraid to suck down 22-28 cold Busch Lights in a dorm room. I've seen it first hand. Orlando would probably come in last, because he'd only manage to drink one of his wheat pale ale stout amber brews, all while we annihilate 30 racks. Nightmare would probably pass out in a cab before we could read his alcohol meter. Oh, and the creepy pr*ck that is known as the Commodore...he'd probably be the most upset, due to the fact that the anklet would weigh down his crucial slow dancing first-step leg.
As for Chieftain....he probably wouldn't drink. He'd still be pouting in his room and doing curls after a Yankees loss.
Either way, hopefully the price of these anklets will come way down so we can all enjoy a day of football, booze, buffy chicken pizzas.....all to see who can get the most f*cked up. Oh, and yes...I will put in a couple of whacker bets....all capped off with me praying to God that Hawaii covers 21 at midnight, or I'm in a world of trouble.
(Photos courtesy of http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com)
Posted by Simply Suds at 4:11 PM 4 comments
Labels: Drinking
PGA legendary golfer Gary Player announced to the media that he knows of at least one golfer that has used steroids...and he's urging the PGA to immediately impliment a random drug testing program, so that the sport isn't tarnished. Said Player....
"One guy told me -- and I took an oath prior to him telling me -- but he told me what he did and I could see this massive change in him," Player said. "And somebody else told me something I also promised I wouldn't tell, that verified others had done it."
Alright....who's on the sauce? Fess up. Maybe it's the guy that looks like he's jacked out of his t*ts in the tee box, or the guy that punches his caddy in the neck for giving him the wrong read on the green. I'm calling bullsh*t here. Maybe some dude took a cycle to deal with injuries or stamina....but there definitely isn't a steroids problem in golf. Gary Player can go to hell. Now, he gets to be the focal point of conversation for a few months, whereas before nobody could give two sh*ts about whether or not he won the Masters in 1961 or took a Phil Mickelson 7-Iron to his forehead. He's like 97 years old, with wrinkly, old balls.
Hey Gary....go sit on your driver, you loser.
Posted by Simply Suds at 2:53 PM 0 comments
Labels: Golf
If you're not yet familiar with this program, get with it. The Surreal Life is reality television gold! Just ask the man himself, Flava Flav.
And, this upcoming season is sure to not disappoint. If the suspected cast is indeed true, nothing short of complete and utter mayhem will be expected.
Macho Man?? Miss Cleo?? Carrot Top???? Consider me hooked!
Think about it...Miss Cleo is a raging lunatic!! Everything about her has turned out to be a fraud. Youree Dell Harris (aka, "Miss Cleo") was actually born in Los Angeles to American parents, and never lived in Jamaica - nor was she a shaman priestess. Instead, the Miss Cleo character was based on a Jamaican character called Cleo that Harris had performed in her Seattle play by the name of For Women Only. The play - as well as several others - were funded by a non-profit organization, but Harris apparently kept the money for herself. Harris - then going by the name Ree Perris - then left town, telling cast mates she had bone cancer and would return to settle the debts later. Her psychic calls weren't free either, and investigations by CourtTV, news media, and several state Attorneys General led to the entire company being shut down. On top of all this, Miss Cleo proclaimed herself a lesbian in October 2006.
Miss Cleo isn't enough?? Yeah right, she's going to own the show! Well, just wait until Poker Hall of Famer Phil Hellmuth and Carrot Top go head-up. Phil Hellmuth may just be more cocky than me, as impossible as it may sound. Oil, meet water. After all, he's been credited with the following quotes...
When does this start???
Posted by Chieftain at 2:11 PM 1 comments
Labels: Television
Ok Sudsy, I know you don't like toddlers, but this is an amazing story. I just saw this kid on "Real Sports" on HBO, and was absolutely blown away. This clip pretty much says it all, except now, at the age of 5, he has already shot a 41 for 9 holes. This kid could beat most of this site's readers. Club pros have already been examining his swing and comparing it to Tiger Woods swing (at age 31). As long he continues to beat his cancer (we at The Win Column pray he does) I have a feeling we will be hearing about this kid in the future. If you have HBO watch the segment on this kid. It gave me chills.
Posted by Lytedogg at 11:59 PM 1 comments
...A video montage of the aforementioned Aishwarya Rai, a three-time Filmfare Award-winning Indian actress (whatever that's worth).
In addition to being crowned "Miss World" in 1994, my research indicates that Rai was chosen by 'Time' magazine in 2004 as one of the world's "100 Most Influential People".
Why have I never heard of her before now?
Posted by Chieftain at 8:56 PM 5 comments
"The Last Legion", which stars Aishwarya Rai, is due out later next month.
I'm no 'Nightmare' when it comes to movie analysis, but this trailer looks rather undesirable.
The fake weapons and the fake choreography all resemble that of a video game.
Essentially, the only reason I'm posting anything about this "film" is because it stars what some have coined as the "world's most beautiful woman".
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Labels: Boxing
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Posted by Chieftain at 2:37 PM 1 comments
Labels: General Sports, Movies
Ok folks, not sure what to make of this one. I found this video on www.forgetfoo.com, and I'm utterly confused and dumbfounded by it. I'll be the first to admit sometimes the line between sexy and weird is very fine. The first part is probably one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, then it just takes a turn for the worst and gets SUPER weird.
Posted by Norman P. Orlando at 9:18 AM 3 comments
Seriously. I think this could be the hottest chick I've ever laid my eyes on. And yes, I know I've had 56 Bud Lights tonight.....but I really don't give a sh*t. This girl is absolutely beautiful and flawless. She makes me wanna be 13 years old again, so I can ride my Huffy to the flea market and buy nudie magazines. Goddamn that b*tch is hot. I'm in love....again.
Photos courtesy of http://hollywoodtuna.com
Posted by Simply Suds at 5:55 AM 9 comments
Labels: Females
Remember when this happened? The guy made a f*cking bird explode in mid air with his fastball. That's ridiculous...and needs to be remembered. Oh, and F*ck the bird. That douche bag had it coming to him for flying that low during a home game.
Posted by Simply Suds at 5:43 AM 4 comments
I personally watched Griffey hit his 587th career home run on the baseball package....and let me tell you....it was glorious. He passed Frank Robinson on the all-time list....and all I could think of was this poor bastard being able to stay healthy for his whole career. He has the greatest swing I've ever been able to lay my eyes on. When he hits a bomb...it's a no doubter. There is no greater satisfaction than chugging an iced cold Bud Light while Griffey rounds the base paths. Long live the guy that should be regarded as the greatest player ever to play. If it weren't for all those injuries........Barry Bonds would be an after-thought....and Griffey would be approaching 800. We love you, Griff. 89 Upper Deck for life, kiiiiiiiiiiiid. 6th all-time in home runs...and counting....keep going guyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Posted by Simply Suds at 5:30 AM 0 comments
Labels: MLB
Dear Chieftain,
I've been reading what you have been writing about me. "The Truth" is that I could care less what you think about me. I'm disgustingly rich, and loved by 90% of this city, whereas nobody cares whether or not you're breathing....or getting turned down by a girl in Club Felt or Mansion. Oh wait, you reside in the Ocean State now....so why don't you go watch the PC Friars or the Providence Bruins, rather than watch me school most of the NBA on a nightly basis.
I've seen you play hoops before Chieftain....you can be our towel boy anytime. Do you have two left feet or something?
Regards,
Paul Pierce
#34
The Boston Celtics
Posted by Simply Suds at 3:48 PM 1 comments
Labels: Celtics
Although there have been conflicting reports today on whether or not the Patriots and CB Asante Samuel are close on reaching a long-term deal....I feel it's necessary to weigh in on the situation. Samuel said over the weekend that he doesn't plan on holding out through the entire training camp....mostly because of his franchise tag that will pay him a cool $7.79 million this season. I'd say that's a pretty decent reason to show up. Should they not sign him, the Pats would probably just franchise him again next season, and we'd have to listen to this saga all over again.
So I throw it out to you. Should they sign him to a long-term deal now? Let him play for the $7.79 million and THEN sign him/let him walk? Trade him? Personally, I trust that whatever the front office is planning to do is the right move. But I happen to think Asante Samuel is one hell of a defender, and has keen instincts on getting to where the ball WILL BE, even before the receiver. Those instincts aren't really taught, and are tough to come by in today's NFL cornerback. My vote is to lock him up at decent money now, or let him play out the season at $7.79 million and let him walk after. What's yours?
Posted by Simply Suds at 12:56 PM 14 comments
Labels: Patriots
I'm not sure what to say about this. First of all, these clams are chugging Coronas.....which in itself is friggin disgusting. Secondly, they are listening to some of the worst f*cking music I've ever heard. Maybe they ripped down tons of "E" and the glow sticks will be coming out next. In which case I hope they at least have the audacity to share a passionate kiss or two.
Take a little longer to chug beers you losers.
Posted by Simply Suds at 12:01 PM 1 comments
Corey Dillon has basically been begging for a job for the past 6 months....all with zero success. Most recently, he told the media that he "liked" the Dolphins. He's also "liked" the Titans, Chiefs, Raiders, Browns, and Eagles. I actually feel bad for Corey Dillon....but he's wayyyyyyy past his prime. Two years ago, he was running over people at an alarming rate and was just an absolute beast for my beloved Pats. He's out of gas though. He's now a backup or change-of-pace back for a couple series a game. Last year, he went down on the first hit easier than I go down after my 11th Bacardi and Diet. Just retire Dillon for f*cks sake....don't embarrass yourself and stick around longer than you have to. You've got your ring.....and you pretty much did the unthinkable when you showed up to New England....you kept your mouth shut and played hard. Don't let us down.
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