And this is how we feel.
We’re at the beach
Right here.
In your face.
Let the Joey Harrington Era Begin
Yesterday, Michael Vick was indicted on dog-fighting charges. Way to go, Ron Mexico! You pissed away your ten-year contract! You decided that your natural athletic gifts weren’t worth it alone, you needed to maim, injure, and abuse dogs!
What this means for the Falcons is that the best worst quarterback in the league now has a legitimate shot at starting for an NFL team again.
Until they sign Dante Culpepper, that is. It will be Miami, take two. With fewer wins.
Poor Joe Horn.
Can I have your address?
So I can stalk you. Please email them to
johannebanana@yahoo.com
Big best wishes
Amber
Sports Question of the Half-Year
Everyone knows that football is the most popular game of this era. Does it have anything to do with the fact that they seem to have the CBA that most heavily benefits the owners? Does the fact that franchises can just cut someone loose with out having a Steve Francis situation make competititveness more feasible year in and year out?
I guess what i’m asking is this:
As far as being good for the game, is what’s good for the owners good for the sport?
Posted per Kent’s request.
Handicapped Jerk Handler
Yesterday the wife and I were on our way home from a firework display by our house. While we were on one of those little ramps that goes from the intersection to the sidewalk, I noticed that I had to tie my shoe. So I bent over for literally like 5 seconds to resecure the laces, so I didn’t trip and kill myself. Well, I’m not down there 3 seconds, when I hear “Excuse me.”
I look up and it’s a woman pushing another woman in a wheelchair. She needs the ramp. That’s fine. But why can’t she wait like 2 more seconds. She can see what I’m doing. It’s not like I’m setting up camp. I’m tying my freaking shoe. Let me finish up, and I will be out of your way. There was no poisonous gas seeping down on us. Just a person who feels like she doesn’t have to wait. I guess I’m just saying handicapped people think they are royalty in our country. And they should all be killed.
Happy Birthday, Amerika!
Headed home from a party off of Piedmont Park, we were witness to an impressive fire in an apartment building last night.
As we were leaving, and walking to our car, one of our friends came running up and told us that the building we had parked in front of was on fire. John and Leslie managed to make it past the building to the car before the flames really started, but Ileana and I were lagging behind. It was hard to tell which building was on fire, since we didn’t hear the original story.
As we headed up the street, pretty much unaware of how serious the fire was, the fire trucks pulled up, and the next thing we knew, flames were shooting out over our heads from the second story window above us. It was incredibly hot. We were driven back, but John and Leslie were able to get to the car and move it before anything happened.
Here’s some pictures I took with my cellphone. They are bad, but you get the idea.
The flames really felt like the came out of nowhere. One second there was a little smoke, the next second, a huge fireball spitting out the window. I believe everyone got out of the building ok.
Continue reading Happy Birthday, Amerika!
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Kent Wins Mix CD Competition!!!
Ladies and Gentlemen of the elbuzzard.com….in a spectacle worthy of a sports article by the Great David P…Mr. Kent, the Buzzard himself, pulls his nubile form into the pink glow of fame and golden destinies!
In a radical attempt to capture the magical, horrific, and often times perverse realm of Paul Soileau’s mind, our brave soldiers, Kent and Brent, took on the task of immortalizing a psychological brainwave for the year 2007! After being briefed one evening on the many influences in Mr. Soileau’s life….which, in a nutshell, could be described in the phrase…”Like a Broadway Sex Hammer”…(or something in that vein), our two boys took it upon themselves to delve into their uncanny world of music and hymns to create the ultimate mix CD’s.
After both contestants completed said CD’s, even choosing 3 of the same artists!, it was time to pick the winner. Kent’s CD was described as:
” An electro-molasses of perversion and ache as this mix
began with a digital tone of smut. Dangerously supplied with songs of
past and present, this mix warbled on the curvy mule path of the Grand
Canyon, with a french influence that made the trek quite imaginary. A
risk of never reaching a grand height or a sullen dump made this mix a
middle thumper to boot. “
While BK’s Album received this review:
“Upbeat start to a mix with beaucoup choral activity
throughout disc, tempered with melancholy mud pits boiling
with electro beats from gay archives. An colossal collection composed
of sounds that were often a bit to polished and clean, especially in
the vocal department. Energetic songs of happiness made for enormous
kudos.”
Alas…Mr. Buzzard pulled ahead and took the greasy cup. A big hand to our two jetsetters of the music world. We hope that next year will be a monumental event full of richness, color, bravery, and gay young lads!
Adieu
