October 5, 2008
Kimbo usually scares the shit out of people faster than laxatives, apparently Seth Petruzelli didn’t get the memo. It took only 14 seconds for the fight to be called last night when Kimbo got hit with an unexpected jab followed up by Petruzelli haymakers to seal the deal. I kept thinking is this the same Kimbo Slice I used to watch on YouTube? The same Kimbo that looked like he could run through a brick wall headfirst? The same Kimbo that tackled that kid 6 feet into the ground? It sure as hell didn’t look like it. He looked like an unprepared has-been that expected to win the fight by his name and not by hist fists. 14 seconds…are you shitting me??? I’m fairly certain I heard the crowd chant “refund, refund, refund” afterwards.
September 25, 2008
There has been plenty of times I wanted to stop and walk up to someone and punch them square in the damn face at a red light. Or maybe jerk them out and just tell them how stupid they really are. If im not singing the latest Country Hit, Im cussing someone out for all they are worth. I have what they call a Bad Case of Road Rage. Well up until this point I would agree but I now have evidence to prove that there are people out there worse off then I am. As you watch this video please sit back and think how much fun it would be for someone to cut you off going down the interstate and you tell them to pull over and proceed to drop kick them in the head.
September 17, 2008
What you’re looking at right now is defeat people…by the avenue of 9 high lifes in 15 minutes on Saturday morning!
So me and my buddies at work thought it would be interesting to get a little outdoors ping pong/beerfest tourney going one Saturday. My friend Chid here and I decide to make this a little more interesting by wagering a beer for whoever was in the lead after every serve change (thats every 5 points for those that aren’t up on their ping pong officiating). Chid here said “lets make this challenging, and make the beer of choice the champagne of beers….the high life!” Let me remind you that this began at 9am…on a Saturday. So I naturally accept the challenge purely based on the sheer hilarity that could come of this event if I get a lead and keep it that way.
What transpired that morning was one for the books. Chid surprised me by holding his own through the first set of 5 points, he lead 3-2, and I cracked my first high life…kaaashhhhhh…there is no better sound….but there is no worse taste! I battled back and took the next set, Chid drank…and I won the next set, and the next set, and the next set…Chid is about 7 high lifes deep in a matter of about 10 minutes when the score is 19-12. This is where it gets good! The crowd yells out “start sandbaggin him!!!” So I do just that, and he proceeds to give me the look of “f*ckin A,” cracks 2 more and struggles through them before I close him out 21-18. Chid has just started his usual Saturday he tells me.
Game, Set, and Match.