Wooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Now that, ladies and germs, was a football game. Woo!

#7

R.I.P. Besty, you old souse.

Goooooooo.....

Eskimooooooooossssssssssssss!!!!!

Bovs.

Despite the fact it still seems to give a shit about SNL (something even Lorne Michaels can't claim), frat-boy-in-blog-form whatevs (dot org)can still pull out some good ones. Example? How about this from his plug for R. Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet" DVD?

I mean, not to reveal any spoiler buzz or anything, but when was the last time you saw a midget with a 10 inch wang and cherry pie crumbs all of his fizz shit his pants and then pass out on top of a kitchen table after almost getting capped by an R&B superstar who likes to piss on underage girls? Thought so.

"Californiaaaaaa!"

You catch the OC last night? What a bunch of suck. They just need to stick comical moustasches on all the villains to twirl at inappropriate times. And I have to wonder why their wacky "schemes" always work, when a two year old with Down's syndrome and a piece of rebar lodged in his cerebellum would be able to see through them. But what pisses me off most is the fact I keep watching the thing.

All Hallows

I won't bother going off on the predictable tangent about slutty Halloween costumes (jokes about which are as cliched as the costumes they mock), but I will say that if you're over 12 years old and you still dress up for Halloween, you're a cock. No exceptions.