Archive for February, 2008

BIWMB’s, Past and Present

“I am not in Rome, Doug. I am in a rush.” - Franky Four Fingers, Snatch

Another busy ass day, but as promised, I’ll hold to my two BIWMB’s for this week.

At this time, I’d like to address the history of the BIWMB (Blogger I Wouldn’t Mind Banging). The BIWMB was birthed from pure boredom (much like this blog, and just about everything else I do). Instead of, you know, actually working at work, I’d sit and browse Saint Louis’ bloggers, just to see what my city had to offer. After finding a guy who subtly tells you how to be a jerk and get a way with it (or thats what I read into the article I scoped a few months back) and a few morons, I stumbled upon BIWMB number 1.

Name: Dori

Location: Saint Louis, MO

Last Update: Never. Her cleverly named “Oh Dur” blog is jam packed with doodly fuck.

BIWMB Status: Still bangable, yet way out of her league compared to the European chicks. In fact, she’s way fucking out of her league everywhere… Fuck it, I’ll need a sixpack.

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BIWMB #2

Name: Meagan Marcotte

Location: Phoenix, AZ

Last Update: Never updated since original BIWMB post. Maybe died from her crazy yoga poses.

BIWMB Status: If not dead, or with the douchebag folding her in half in the pic below, still bangable.

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BIWMB #3

Name: Erin McKinnon

Location: Daytona Beach, FL

Last Update: Hmm, so far the BIWMB looks like a jinx. All the blogs have died on or around my original post date. Her last post is one day after she was listed as a BIWMB, Jan 9th.

BIWMB Status: Are you serious? Extremely fuckable.

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BIWMB #4

Name: Manuela Pastore

Location: Palermo, Italy

Last Update: Ah, some life. Last updated on the 27th of Feb.

BIWMB Status: ANGRY!!!! She left me a little hate-a-gram on this blog which provoked immediate laughter. Still bangable.

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BIWMB #5

Name: Alyssa Andrews

Location: Phoenix, AZ

Last Update: Since becoming my “Phoenix is far better than Boston” girl, she gave up her blog.

BIWMB Status: I wouldn’t toss her out of bed if she busted ass.

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BIWMB #6

Name: Josefina Lundberg

Location: Uppsala, Sweden

Last Update: EVERY DAY! This chick is determined, and sadly, still banging the Swede’s answer to House.

BIWMB Status: Who wouldn’t?

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BIWMB #7

Name: Andrea

Location: Linkoping, Sweden (and so begins Sweden’s domination of BIWMB)

Last Update: Yesterday.

BIWMB Status: More so than Josefina as I haven’t noticed an ugly BF on her shoulder yet. I’m sure if I gave it time I’d find some disgusting dude who is probably supporting her financially in her pics.

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BIWMB #8

Name: Natacha Peyre

Location: Sweeden (still dominating)

Last Update: Everyday, just like Josefina. Here is a tad bit of an update for you folks, apparently she’s some famous model over there, even has her own wikipedia page.

BIWMB Status: Easily undisputed #1 on here…

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TODAYS BIWMB!!!!

Sweden takes home the gold for the fourth straight BIWMB in a row, and they’re looking unbeatable at this moment in time. Today’s BIWMB is “Naddy” from Vastmanlan, Sweden and is not only my 4th Swede in a row, she’s also my 4th surgically enhanced one, once again showing the Horsetoothed.com does not frown on chicks that make themselves banging. Steroids? No thanks. Science? Hell yes.

On a side note, I’m moving to Sweden. I constantly see goofy looking toolbags with smoking hot women. So long shitass Saint Louis, hello Fjords.

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Chernobyl: 20 Years After the Disaster

In preparation for tomorrow’s heavy work day and forthcoming laziness tonight, the following post will count for Thursday’s blurb.

Photography has always been something that interested me, along with history. Sometime during the fall last year, I stumbled across this gem and was enthralled with the photos and descriptions that went along with it. Anyway, enjoy.

http://nikongear.com/Chernobyl/Chernobyl_1.php

Letter to China

“Hello, Snotface! Yuck! What happened to you? Look at you. You’re all older. You’re even uglier. Uch. I’m sorry. I’m gonna have to be sick all over you immediately. Lie down.” - Fred, Drop Dead Fred

Dear China,

Please stop sending pussies to the National Basketball Association. While it’s monumentally sad to think that Yi Jianlian (a bust) and Yao Ming (busted up) is the best you have to offer, I’d much rather think of it as some kind of fucked up joke that you are all in on, chuckling as you send one tall pussy after another to kill democracy through destroying a teams salary cap space. Honestly, have you watched your exports? No? Well, in the words of Avi Denovitz from Snatch, “Shut up, sit down you big bald fuck,” and allow me to tell you about your massive pieces of shit you sent us.

Meet Yi Jianlian. Oh wait, you already fucking met. Yea, thats right, you assholes were with him at the pre-draft camps and denied some teams from meeting him. After unsuccessfully manipulating the draft, you then ordered Yi to pout like a bitch (which he performed magnificently) until he was traded from Milwaukee (part of me agrees with this tactic though, Milwaukee fucking sucks and I’m not just talking about the team, the city also sucks dick). You figured if David Stern can manipulate the draft so Patrick Ewing winds up in New York, then you guys were home free… Error on your part as you forgot that David Stern only gives a shit about the San Antonio Spurs or making sure that Dwayne Wade gets to shoot 20 free throws a game.

Stuck in Milwaukee, the 24 27 22 20 year old star from the Guangdong Tigers is averaging a stellar 9 pts, 5 rebounds and less than 1 assist per game. Aside from his on court domination, Yi also holds the record for the “creepiest looking motherfucker in the NBA”. I shit you not, fuckface here looks like you should put him on a tricycle, wheel him into a room and have him tell a bunch of fucks that Jigsaw wants to play a game.


Yi, informing someone to rip open a person’s stomach
to acquire the key to the bear trap helmet.

We covered Yi, so that leaves us with the original menstruating vagina you sent us, Yao.  Despite being the tallest player in the league (meaning he has seven inches Tim Duncan, 50 pounds too), Yao is just about the softest player in the league.  Yao plays like the rim is made of razor wire and everyone inside the key will spontaneously combust if touched.  Honestly, I’ve seen poodles more ferocious than he gets.  When Yao first came into the league, each year I would be afraid that one of these days he’ll figure out that he’s the big boy on the playground. After his pussified 05-06 campaign, I’ve since relinqueshed such thoughts for certain fact that he’ll always beat a battered housewife on the court.

In closing, China, we respect the fact that you all have stepped up and taken the place of the USSR to give us something to fear whenever our government deems it necessary.  Your next step should be to take a page out of the Soviets playbook and start producing atheletes that actually possess male genitalia and the ability to produce testosterone. If ever there is someone you might deem worthy of shipping off the to the NBA, try checking their iPOD for The Fray or ask them if their nipples lactate.

V/R,
Horsetoothed.com

Glenn Dorsey: Steve Emtman 2.0

Folie a plusieurs: A rare psychiatric a rare psychiatric syndrome in which a symptom of psychosis (particularly a paranoid or delusional belief) is transmitted from one individual to many.

Regardless of sport, every year there is at least one person that folks go berserk over for little fucking good reason. Three years ago it was a backup forward named Marvin Williams out of UNC. Two years ago it was Reggie Bust Bush. Last year, JaMarcus Russell held that title and now this year his former teammate, Glenn Dorsey gets to wear the crown.


Folks, folks, take it from me, Marvin Williams, Yi Jan… Jon… Jay-guh-lang
has a bright career ahead of him.

I can count on one hand the number of “good” sportscasters there are out there. They are the kind that actually know their stuff. They can spew historical references and gush insightful knowledge in strategic analysis. These folk allow me to turn up the volume on my television and not hate myself afterward. Sadly, they are few and far between… Yes, the majority of individuals that make up the sportscasting/journalism/talk radio are your run of the mill morons that are barely smarter than the kid who wears a helmet in the back of the shortbus and sometimes eats boogers. They have little in the way of genuine ideas or statements and usually just regurgitate what the popular “water cooler” talk is in the sports world. You can blame these fuckfaces for the fame and infamy of every worthless piece of shit you’re tired of hearing about.

Take a trip back to 1991 with me. Freddie Mercury kicked the bucket from boning dudes and nabbing AIDS. Speaking of music, everytime you turn on the radio, you hear the bellow of a douchebag that three years later will put a shotgun in his mouth and seal Nirvana’s place in history as the most overrated shithole band ever. Operation Desert Storm got put into full gear as the USA prepared to make a big deal out of a totally lopsided battle (years later, Floridians will do the same thing when celebrating their crushing victory over Ohio State for the BCS title). In April, 70 tornadoes touched down in the central part of America, sadly not wiping out all of the Big-10 and Big-12, thus giving way to years upon years of more overrated football and basketball programs. Speaking of football, the University of Washington is geared up to run the table and take home the National Championship.


Freddie Mercury set the groundwork for Ganstalicious’ hit, “Do The Homie”

The 1991 Washington Huskies were never really the most competent offensive team. They were lead on that side of the ball by a pair of future flame outs named Billy Joe Hobert and Mark Burnell. While they didn’t choke away any triple overtime games like the 2007 LSU Tigers, it was more than evident that their defense was what put the hash marks in the win column each week. Steve Emtman anchored their defensive line as they punished opponents week in and week out, then went on to embarrass Michigan in the Rose Bowl (a couple months before Michigan would go on to get embarrassed by a bunch of white guys and Grant Hill in the NCAA Tournament). Emtman was the talk of the town and the sports nation, much like Glenn Dorsey was last year.

In 1992, the Fab Five were still a year away from Chris Webber calling an ill advised time out and Kurt Cobain was two years away from making the best news of the 90’s and ending shitass “grunge” music. The Indianapolis Colts held the rights to the first AND second pick in the draft that year, assuring the fact that Emtman would be theirs, along with A&M standout and future flame out, Quentin Coryatt. Things were looking up for the shitbag Colts and my Pop (a longtime Colts fan) was all smiles. I’ll never forget helping him paint the house while watching the Dolphins play Indy and hearing my Father cheer as Emtman picked off Dan Marino and ran it back 90 yards for a touchdown, sealing the win for the Colts. All was well, until Emtman obliterated his knee, wound up making an ass out of Indy and sending his career into a downward spiral that would rival that of a kamikaze pilot.

All of this previous season in Div 1a college football, anytime anyone mentioned defense, Glenn’s name was brought up. Even though Glenn was enabled pretty much useless after a chop block kicked the shit out of him during a match against Auburn, he gimped away with the Outland and Lombardi trophies. If this were a world where common sense prevails, one would be inclined to deduce that Dorsey won those mainly due to the fact that he played in the SEC, at LSU and the atrocious hype that followed him combined with the ignorance of voters. Luckily, we live in a world jam packed with dumbfucks, so lets throw that logic out and call Dorsey what everyone else wants to call him, the best lineman prospect in the draft. To quote Iron Maiden, “Woe to you oh earth and sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short…” Translation: You’re fucked if you draft this fragile motherfucker, because he’ll fall apart quickly, taking your cash with him.

You can’t blame Indianapolis for taking Emtman first overall, it was the no brainier choice and they had no idea that an injury plagued career was soon to follow. You can, however, blame any fuckstick dumb enough to choose a battered lineman that looked less like a top 5 overall pick and more like Quazzimoto hobbling around the field at the seasons end. Said team will feel extra stupid if THIS becomes a bigger issue too. Buyer beware and prepare an incentive laden contract instead of forking a bunch of stupidass money over to someone who’s going to crap out quicker than Dejuan Wagner.

Fuck Tuesday, I’m out!