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like baseball? got mad photoshop skillz? just plain mad? get your ass over to epiccarnival where they are holding a baseball photoshop contest, with the winner taking home their choice of $1,667.50 Thai Bhats, 58,175 Tanzanian Shillings, 5,410 Japanese Yen, 167 Israeli Shekels, 3,428 Bangladeshi Takas or 24,972 Chilean Pesos.
on205th is circulating the conspiracy theory that because naked women are beginning to pop in mainstream women’s magazines, that means most mainstream women are secretly lesbian. WE LIKE IT!
retief goosen now looks like an assclown. {worldofisaac}
we’ve batted around and we’re back to our lead-off hitter, on205th who, with the publishing of the above image of Kate Beckinsale’s lump ass, has provided dramatic and damaging evidence that either ballot box was as stuffed as Ms. Beckinsale’s ass or a technological error resulted in her being named the sexiest woman on the planet over bar rafaeli.
the daily gizmodo: good news is there’s a 108″ flat panel coming in september of this year. bad news is that you’ll have to become the gay sex slave of an arab sheik to be able to afford one.
they’re gonna rip off your heads, your aspirations to shreds….(no, seriously)
wtf is kristen davis doing to this poor dudes thumb? we went digging for glamour pix from last nights lakers game and all we could come up with was some pix of FERGIE dressed like a new orleans cab driver (see below) and these super-strange pix of davis molesting this dude’s thumb.
while these photos were amusing, we prefer our kristen davis like this. and…NSFW….like this.
call us suckers for plastic chin implants and straightened noses, but we got SPRUNG when we saw ashley simpson on worldofisaac’s 99 hottest women of may.
sticking with the breast theme…..how about john mayer getting a ticket today for driving with expired tags and no license plate chewing on jennifer aniston’s nipples. [image via WENN]
let’s digress into sports for a moment and let cuz examine the BOLA nba finals. {cuzoogle}
the daily gizmodo: comcast continues to implement its business plan focused on pissing off its best customers. after years of selling us on the joys of broadband (downloading music, movies, etc. etc.), it’s limiting bandwidth usage for people who download music, movies, etc. etc. (to improve quality for its VOIP phone rip-off service). as if anything would solve their quality problems.
(Thanks to the guys here for giving me room in the shelter tonight. It’s much obliged.)
Tonight in Boston, the Celtics took the air out of the Hawks’ party with a by-the-numbers 25-point win. Just like, the night before, the Pistons told the Sixers to turn off the lights and go to bed already with their own Game 5 spankdown. And the temptation is to take games like those and have them color your memory of the earlier games in the series, so much so that you don’t really give Joe Johnson his due for utterly dismantling the Celts in Game 4, or the Sixers for making the Pistons look old, tired and disinterested in 2 of the first 3 games in their series.
Here’s a Spoiler Alert for anyone who is watching sports: it’s going to end badly for you. Either your team will lose before a championship has been achieved, or (very rarely) they’ll win, but fail to defend their title in a heartbreaking fashion at some future date. Oh, and in other news, you’re getting older and will eventually die, probably with some strong loss of dignity and loss of bowel control.
So… the only thing to do is to take the gift that is the 2 in the inevitable 4-2 series, and just delude yourself until it’s more important than the 4 that aren’t. Sixer Fan has a lot of practice in this. I’ve trained myself to forget every moment of the 2000 Sixers-Lakers Finals that doesn’t involve Allen Iverson stepping over Tyronn Lue like he’s a pile of dog droppings.
Oh, and for any Sixers fans that think the team is really confident that they are going to take Game 6 and make the series go the full 7? I’m on their e-mail list, and they’ve been spamming me to sell the Game 6 tickets… with the added benefit that I could win a shopping spree at a local supermarket. Now that’s confidence!
