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on205th:Â nothing says you’re an international soccer star like having a WAG with naked titties.

tailgatingideas:Â nothing says i want to strip you out of that sundress and munch on your pecan sandies like giving a chick vodka spiked watermelon.

gratuitous link to monster site of the day, drunkenstepfather:Â nothing says that, without airbrushing, celebrities are no different than us like j-lo’s jiggly-wiggly abs.
macgsworld:Â nothing says that america is fat and lazy better than espn televising hot dog eating contests.

bustedcoverage:Â nothing says to your fellow inmates that you’re gay like getting busted for cockfighting.

gratuitous link to monster site of the day, part 2, ns4w:Â nothing says who cares if a chick is blonde AND polish when (Eve Wyrwal) from poland.

cuzoogle:Â nothing says it sucks to be a canadian basketball fan like elton brand moving into your conference.

thebeergoggler:Â nothing says you’re steven tyler’s daughter like being topless in public.

bannedinhollywood:Â nothing says you should have stayed with vincent chase like david spade’s girlfriend talking smack about you at a UFC event.

hottestgirlsofmyspace: nothing says the invention of myspace was a gift from the gods like angel monroe.

huggingharoldreynolds:Â nothing says sports bloggers are bitter like the Iron Ref’s secret ingredient, cheap shot.

gratuitous link to monster site of the day, part 3, deadspin:Â nothing says SEC football is the new NASCAR like full body clemson ink.

derober:Â nothing says you’ve made it all the way back from mental illness like an electric shock collar.

sportscolumnblog:Â nothing says media types have more class than bloggers like yankees announcer john sterling’s hairy knuckles touching your dessert.

donchavez: nothing says that, absent WAG’s, soccer is the gayest of sports like five men dressed in short-shorts rubbing up against each other and making the “o” face.

the daily gizmodo: nothing says you’re banging beyonce like spending 4k on this ipod stand.

nothing says you’ve got grapefruit-sized testes like bringing the flutes:


















