So it’s a Sunday afternoon and nothing is on. Well, that’s not true. Something is on…and that something is shameful and awful, but you know secretly deep down in places you won’t talk about at parties, you’ll watch at least ten minutes if not the whole thing, perhaps in the dark, perhaps in your basement, perhaps when everyone else in your household is shopping at Target. You and your remote alone will know what awful shenanigans you’ve been up to.
It’s confession time. Continue reading
Before Phil Jackson ranted about bogus calls, before Sir Alex Ferguson got another five match ban for his outbursts and before Didler Drogba screamed into television cameras about a “motherfucking disgrace,” a Roman gladiator named Diodorus complained how a referee’s bad call cost him the match – on his epitaph.
Most gladiatorial epitaphs include details of the deceased’s professional life. This particlular tombstone was unusual, according to Professor Michael Carter of Brock University, because it told a story. Continue reading
How to be A Real Man: setting the bar. Continue reading
One should never get behind the wheel of a motor vehicle while under the influence of alcohol. Not even if you’re know for doing generally reckless stuff. Now, let’s learn some other valuable lessons in today’s headlines.
Good morning my little rays of sunshine. Hope you are looking forward to a wonderful day. Here’s some wild stuff to get you going. Continue reading