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Shaq Episode 1: The Foulout Menace

“Said Simple Simon to the pieman going to the fair, “Give me your pies… or I’ll cave in your head.” - Simon, Die Hard: With a Vengeance


Kiss your season good-bye fuckers! This team is about
to look as bad as my toilet after eating Filibertos all night.

Last week marked the beginning of The Big Geriatric’s era with the Phoenix Suns, and what better way to kick it off than with a loss. I honestly can’t think of a better way to say, “Hey, were here to dominate,” than with a pride obliterating, penis kick check mark in the “L” category to your former teammate who had your fatass thrown out of Los Angeles. Aside from the “winning tradition” The Big Colonblow brings to The Valley of the Sun, his leadership was on full display that night as he clocked the fuck out of Raja Bell, knocking him and his whole 0-3 shooting display out of the game.

Game two for The Big Fatfuck wasn’t all that much better. While watching this at a bar, from tipoff to about the 5 minute mark in the first quarter, one couldn’t help thinking that The Big Shitcake was gearing up to grab 30 rebounds that night. By halftime, it was evident that I was just drunk while gauging that previous thought and that I should shut the fuck up and watch Boston choke the game away. Yea, thats right, they choked. You could have matched Boston up with the 92-93 Dallas Mavericks and the Celtics still would have found a way to hand that game away.

Which finally brings us to the end of the week game against Detroit, where Phoenix decided that not winning regular season games works so dandy for San Antonio, that they and The Big Corpulent chalked up one hell of an impressively apathetic performance. After the game, teammates were crowded around the locker room asking The Big BayouBengal if getting their ass handed to them by the Pistons is supposed to hurt this much. While The Big Katrina was explaining how it was all Kobe’s fault they lost that finals series, Ben Wallace kicked in the locker room door (still holding the finals trophy) and was quoted saying “Jack Nicholson still thinks you’re a pussy Shaq!”

Stay tuned for next weeks assessment of the pathetic group of ass-faces once known as the Phoenix Suns, Shaq Episode 2: Shaq Attacks Your Home

AFTERNOON UPDATE: Make up BIWMB for missing last weeks

Since I took last week off, and Amaysing’s next post probably wont come before we have Iraq on our list of countries viewing the site, the BIWMB (Blogger I Wouldn’t Mind Banging) was missed.  To make up for such a travesty, I will be posting a double dose this week, today and Friday.

Just when I think I can leave the country of Sweeden alone, I always come across some little peach.  I swear to God that this country must stockpile hot motherfucking bitches, then use the miracle of science to make them even hotter, and since I’m not one of those guys that acts all stuck up when someone gets fake anything, this is a bonus for me.  Shit, a bitch could have a whole fake body, she could be constructed from whatever the fuck put Gumby together, and if she looks banging, I won’t complain…  And hey, if she dies, we can always mock her like Kanye West’s Mom.

Any-fucking-way, the weeks first BIWMB is Natacha Peyre from Sweeden.  So far, I can say this is easily my favorite BIWMB.  She’s so ridiculously fucking hot that she’d be one of those fucks where you stick it in, bust immediately in total shame, then brag and high five your friends about how you dished mean dick.

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No post today unless Amaysing1 throws one up. So yea, no posts today.

Yesterday I got an email saying “Yo Dawg, I’m not letting Valentines day off the hook so easily, ya mean?  I’ll be tossing up some dat good shit and be wildin when I find some time.

V/R,
Amaysing”

Well, yea, that didn’t arrive.  He was probably off doing something better anyway, like curing cancer or saving puppies.

So what am I doing?  Called in sick *cough cough* and rolling out to New Orleans (WE ARE KVILLE) with my roommate and her sister.  Just about out the door, so until monday Horsekateers, stay safe and make sure that if you drink, that you drive faster than a motherfucker.

It’s Valentines Day, don’t fuck it up.

No quote, no column, no time… Just a quick word of advice; If you have a mentally unstable woman (like a lot happen to be), it would be a very good idea if you did not start the day off by taking a massive, steaming dump right before she usually takes her morning shower. Ever fart in the shower? Yeah smells like the fucking Holocaust. Imagine trying to bathe while you have the humid, thick air of recent dingleberry stew.

All in all, it’s a bad idea. It’s even a worse idea when one of your friends (mainly, motherfucking ME), is going to get woken up by an angry phonecall from said woman so she can vent. Get her some fucking flowers, write some dumbfuck poetry, if you normally don’t go down on your woman then man up and chow the cunt, anything, just don’t take a shit today until you get to work.

Just another manic Wednesday

“But let’s just forget about all of that. Let’s have a cup of tea, Mr. Hurst.” - Morty, Layer Cake

Got quite a bit on my plate today as far as work goes, so instead of a regular post, Horsetoothed.com will present you with another edition of “Dumbfuck Blogger”.

 

This installment of Dumbfuck Blogger features someone by the handle of “Hi-Tech Chic” from my very own St. Louis, Missouri. http://myboobjobjourney.blogspot.com/

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Hi-Tech Chic, while looking like Morty from Layer Cake just poured a pot of hot tea on her face, is also monumentally stupid. The kind of stupid that when you witness it, you feel worlds better about yourself. Don’t believe me, read on…

Three months ago, Hi-Tech Chic thought she’d solve all her life’s problems by getting a breast augmentation. While this procedure has been known to make many an unattractive female at least “do-able”, she forgot that it’s not the work of miracles. The picture above is one taken AFTER said boob job, and one can clearly see that she could have saved herself several thousand dollars AND accomplished the same desired effect by simply placing a Walmart bag over her head each day when she walked outside her home (maybe even a better effect).

Have we learned nothing from the death of Kanye West’s mother? Ugly fucking people, you’re doomed, give up. Best case scenario, you wind up looking like this sun baked pile of shit. Worst case, YOU FUCKING DIE. God obviously fucked you over for a reason and really doesn’t appreciate you trying to shit on his joke by getting cosmetic surgery.