I was snooping around Randy Shaw’s blog when I saw that he is following me on Tumblr.
Then, I looked at my previous posts that I posted about a year ago and realized that in no way was any of it funny. Actually, I was quite disappointed in me. I need a spanking ;)
I’m debating whether I should attempt to bring this thing back to life. Honestly, I don’t think anyone will read it. Maybe they will. Who knows?
That was kind of fun right there. I just kinda rambled to myself. That was pretty entertaining. Maybe I’ll continue with this thing and just not care about whether anyone reads this or not. But, if I continue rambling to myself like I am now, people definately won’t read this. Or will they?
I attempted starting blogs with an actual theme, but only one person read it. And even they got bored. Huh…
Is this my menopause of intresting? Am I losing my funny bone? Is it not even a bone at all now? Is it all floppy and little? That’s kinda scary. I should probably get some help for that. But then its not even menopause. I think you could compare this tragedy to a porn star have erectile dysfunction. Is that how you spell disfunction? Is it an i or a y? I thought I saw it spelled with a y somewhere. Like on a commercial.
I don’t know about you but I am very amused by doing this. I probably had something else to do, but that’s too late now. The bell’s finna ring in like 3 minutes.
I feel like some action hero trying to escape this building that’s gonna explode or some shit….
Bye. That was going nowhere.
It’s snowing today in Hammond, IN. I hate snow. While many people think that I lost my childhood, I beg to differ.
You see, when I was but a lad, I used to wish for snow. I couldn’t wait to make a snow man, snow balls, snow angels, and igloos. But, much to my dismay, my snow balls looked like deformed potatoes. After playing in the snow for hours upon hours, I found that parts of the snow ball stuck to my gloves and eventually melted. That resulted in wet hands, which resulted in cold, bitterness. My snow men really didn’t look like snow men at all. Instead they looked like something from The Hills Have Eyes. My mom never wanted to go out to the shed and pull out the charcoal, so that I could use it for eyes and other snow-man-making essentials. We put the charcoal away with things such as lawnmowers, weed wackers, and other lawn care products. My snow angles never looked like angels. But, then again, what are snow angels supposed to look like? What are angels supposed to look like? Have you ever seen an angel? Have you ever realized how goofy the word angel looks like? Makes ya think, huh? Anyway, I digress. My igloos never looked like igloos. I don’t feel I should go into detail about how my igloos looked like.
You know what, I really don’t feel like getting into detail in anything else. Matter of fact, I’m done blogging. I really don’t know what else to write about because I’m tired. I had a rough weekend. There was something I was going to write about,but as soon as I signed, in I forgot. Instead of rambling on and on I’m just going to stop. So, here I go. I’m going to stop writing now. That’s it. Done. No more writing. I will stop writing now. As of this time, I shall no longer blog today. This epic streak of blogging now comes to a sudden halt. That’s right. Done. I no longer feel the urge to blog. I am done. done now. Now I stop. Stop I do. Done. My tale comes to a conclusion. Alright. I’m done. No more for me. Finished. Over. OVA! Game over. Bye Bye. Sianara. Farwell. Good bye. “Dueces”. Adios. Okay that’s enough.
A study released on November 12, 2008 says there are not enough black and minority coaches in NCAA football. According to the study, almost a third of the candidates interviewed were minorities, but only four were hired. Black Coaches and Administrators (BCA) executive director Floyd Keith says “In the world of college football, the facts and statistics reflect an unmistakable bias and a systemic problem that has yet to be fixed. Why is the college football hiring practices out of synch?”
University of Washington Head Coach, Ty Willingham, an African-American, was informed that he would be fired at the end of the season. His team’s record currently stands at 0-9 in 2008, and his career record as a head coach in the NCAA is 76-86-1. He is 1-5 in bowl wins. Willingham’s best records in a single season are 10-3, in 2002, and 9-3, in 2001. Both seasons ended in bowl losses.
Another black head coach is Ron Prince of Kansas State University. In three years, he is 16-19 with a 4-5 record in the 2008 season. Although, he is 2-0 against, Big 12 powerhouse, Texas, he has yet to defeat Missouri, Kansas, and Nebraska. Of the eleven playable teams in the Big 12, his Kansas State Wildcats hold winning records against only three of them.
After the most recent firings, there are only three black head coaches, one Pacific Islander, and a Latino left in the Bowl Subdivision (BCS), the NCAA’s top division.
In a nation where a man is to be judged for the person he is on the inside rather than the color of his skin, we still have racial profiling. So, now is it only okay to racially profile in favor of the minority? It’s a double-standard that America just can’t seem to see.
When all else fails, ask Jeeves.
— Abraham Lincoln’s second cousin’s brother-in-law’s sister’s boyfriend
Is it just me or is there some pretty stupid “sporting events” on ESPN?
First of all, what the hell is the national spelling bee doing on ESPN? That requires no physical activity at all! Everyone of those kids fall in at least one of these catagories: Moderate to High Risk of an asthma attack, overweight, obese, has a “bowl” haircut, Indian, or has had his/her lunch money stole at least once in their life.
Next, is the Nationl Scrabble Tournament. Personally, I dont give a damn how many points the word “calculatorical” is. I dont think “claculatorical” is even a word, is it? Huh… It’s amazing how smart you sound adding “-ical” to a word. Anyway, don’t watch that. It’s stupid.
Finally, I hate the world series of Poker? And I hate anyone who watches it. Do you think watching poker on TV is going to make you a better player? Poker is 75% luck and 25% retarded sunglasses? YOu can’t put together a playbook based on how many flushes Billy Bob had or whatever. It’s all luck? My biological father is a fuck up. Do you think watching “Leave it to Beaver” is going to fix it? HELL NAH SHAWTY!
Those events are only on ESPN because Major League Baseball Players are taking a break to juice up. When they get done, they go on the do their everyday job of glorifying overpaid athletes. All I’m saying is “Where the hell is Barry Bonds when you need him”?