So my mom didn't like the fact that if you googled my name the blog beer, tits, and poop is associated with it, and I some what agree. So I have changed the blog over to something a little more subtle but with a lot more interpretation. New blogging is now at The Common Stumble
www.commonstumble.blogspot.com
book mark it and go there daily.
2/11/09
2/5/09
UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So the computer is in the shop getting fixed,please don't leave forever, I am going to comeback and blow you guys away. Keep telling people about the blog. Be back after the weekend. Mucho Love, T. Chop
2/2/09
Sorry about no posts today
My computer has gone to a black screen so I can't use it and my house PC is just to slow and stupid. I was hoping to hit the apple store and get it fixed but instead I decided to take a small job delivering phonebooks. That was an awful mistake. I hope to get a post up pertaining to the Superbowl and ish very soon. Thanks for waiting my friends
1/30/09
NBA All-Star SNUBS
Eastern Conference All-Stars:* = Starter (voted on by fans)
* Allen Iverson
* Dwyane Wade
* LeBron James
* Kevin Garnett
* Dwight Howard
Danny Granger
Chris Bosh
Devin Harris
Rashard Lewis
Jameer Nelson
Joe Johnson
Paul Pierce
What really gets me going with this line up is that the fans voted Allen Iverson to start purely on his name, he has no right to even be an all-star. My real problem here is that Rajon Rondo was snubbed a point guard spot. Rondo averages 2 more rebounds a game, 3 more assists per game, and a a steal more a game than AI. Granted Iverson is averaging 17 ppg where Rondo is only 11 ppg, but come on he plays with three prolific scorers. Rondo does all this while playing 6 minutes less a game and most of the time when they play shitty teams he could pad his stats but instead he is forced to watch Eddie Mansion sling 3s. Rondo is on the better team and when he goes so do the Celtics, I would be ashamed if I were someone who voted for AI, Rajon Rondo should start and Jameer Nelson back him up.
My other argument is for Ray Allen, how come Orlando gets three players and Boston only two. Ray has been playing the best basketball the first half for the Celtics. I would substitute Allen for Rashard Lewis because let's face it, Ray is a better defender and shooter and more recognizable, people rather watch Jesus Shuttlesworth than Rashard Lewis.
Western Conference All-Stars:
* Chris Paul
* Kobe Bryant
* Amare Stoudemire
* Tim Duncan
* Yao Ming
Shaquille O'Neal
Tony Parker
Dirk Nowitzki
Pau Gasol
Brandon Roy
Chauncey Billups
David West
I also have two major problems with this line up and it can be solved easily. Remove Pau Gasol, first for looking like a homeless Spanish crack head. Really can he shave and get a haircut, he lives in LA you're suppose to look good there. Second he plays good every other game, anyone who is 7 feet tall SHOULD average a double double and Pau does not. My replacement would be Al Jefferson, who DOES average and scores almost 6 more ppg. The hottest team in January is the Minnesota T-Wolves and their leader Big Al should be rewarded.
I also would vote for Kevin Durant over Dirk Nowitzki. My first argument is that Dirk doesn't play ANY defense but yet Durant's D isn't that much better but at least he tries. Their numbers are almost identical my main problem is that I like Durant and don't like Dirk. Dirk has 8 All-Star appearances, Durant none and unlike the East All-Stars who have two first timers, the West has none. I like what KD has done in OKC and I hope he can pull out 24 wins for a chance to win a bet.
I also believe Amare should not be a starter.
Anyway, I'm rooting for Eddie Mansion to get into the 3 point contest and win against Ray Allen, I'm always rooting for my man CP3 to win the skills, The Rookies will win thanks to the Greg Oden issue, and I'm rooting against Dwight Howard again if he doesn't dunk the damn ball.
AplusFilmz
New music video from the old roommates out in California, Fredo and Scotty Fleish. Good job fellas keep it going.
1/29/09
Airline Toilets
Don't fly Continental. Why, you ask? Well, this is an actual story that happened to me this christmas.
I was flying back from Houston. I had spent the better part of 6 days traveling; two 18 hour car rides in a minivan with three 6'2'' men and one 6'7'' man, and my mom, then 4 flights that connect Rochester-Newark-and Houston. So, i was pretty worn out from traveling and just anxious to be getting home. I'm one leg away from my final destination, sitting in the Newark airport. I've got like 45 minutes to kill and UCONN is playing so i park my ass at the airport bar and enjoy watching Kemba Walker's learning curve.
(UCONN side-note: Why can't Hasheem Thabeet play like he is 7'3''? He plays like a biggity bitch. I mean, for christ's sake, there aren't even that many other 7 footers in the big east, let alone 7'3''. He's not Shawn Bradley tall either, he's got some body to him. I need for Hasheem Thabeet to suck some of Dwight Howard's life blood and start averaging 25 and 15. Either that, or start Jeff Adrien at center and run a 4 guard offense with Stanley Robinson as the 4. Stanley Robinson will at least battle for some boards...honestly.)
Now obviously I wait until the last second to board the plane, because what good does it do to get on early, all you end up doing is sitting on the plane not drinking beers, when you could be sitting at the bar drinking beers. So, I get on and this plane is a shuttle plane, for flights that are around and hour or less. I have the first seat, so I take it and sit down. I'm not really listening as they do the announcements, because I just got the Kings of Leon CD and I'm really into it. So, we take off and they start drink service. I get one more beer, why not, and sip and read Larry birds awful biography. After the attendant walks pass me, I feel the call of the wild and get up to take a leak. Unfortunately for me, the bathroom is locked, even though it is unoccupied. I ask the stewardess what the dilly is and she informs me that the bathroom is broken on this plane. (Dun-dun-duuuuuuunnnnnn) So, I ask if I can squeeze by her to get to the toilet in the back of the plane. She informs me that there is no toilet in the back...just the one in the front....that's broken. So now I'm a little frantic. What does she want me to do? There's still a half hour left, plus taxi time, plus the time it takes to set up the walkway, plus the time it takes me to run to a bathroom. My best guess is 50 minutes minimum that I need to hold it. I've never gone 50 minutes. I have options though. A near empty water bottle is in my bag, and it's big enough to hold the biggest piss. So now I make a moral decision.
Do I tell the stewardess I am gonna pee in the bottle, or just do it? The seats around me are empty and it's dark. No one needs to no. I just can't do it though, it's weird, and it's wrong. So I tell her that it is truly an emergency and that I am going to go ahead and rectify the situation using my tools. I just want her to know so she doesn't get all freaked out. Then, she tells me that I am not allowed to do this, which doesn't surprise me at all. Of course you're not allowed to piss on an airplane in a bottle. I ask her what she wants me to do, thinking she had my interest in mind. That was a poor decision, because she does not have my interest in mind, which seems funny to me since I am the paying customer and she is the woman paid to serve me on this flying prison with no working bathrooms. The minutes tick down, and I contemplate my fate. I could try and sneak a pee in, but she is watching carefully and even with my sweatshirt over my lap, she'd know something was up. Apparently there would be heavy fine and possibly jail time for this. I am nearly ready to take my chances, but then landing starts.
Landing only takes a couple minutes, but you need to factor on time for taxing and the time it takes the retards they call flight crews to attach the walkway thing, plus the time it takes me to run to the bathroom and get my brand new button down jeans low enough to squirt my johnson out of them. So, we land and I stand at the front door with small drops of urine percolating out of my man thing. Large, cold monkeys scream things that no one can understand across the walkway and eventually attach it, on the third time. I bolt to the nearest bathroom. I have been pinching myself, punching my legs, and biting my lip for the last 40 minutes, holding this bad boy in. My abs have been clenched for that whole time. I get to the airport bathroom. It's disgusting, as all airport bathrooms are. At this point, I don't care. I drop my bag into a puddle of, most likely, baby piss, throw off my sweatshirt, aiming for the bag of course, but missing....of course, and I get my jeans down just enough to allow my willy to snake out and start what was and probably stay the most rewarding piss of my life.
I am crafting a letter explaining my disappointment in their service, and stating that I will most assuredly never fly with them again. I am doing this mostly for the slim possibility of getting a free ticket somewhere. If i do get a ticket, I'll let you know that it is OK to fly Continental again.
I was flying back from Houston. I had spent the better part of 6 days traveling; two 18 hour car rides in a minivan with three 6'2'' men and one 6'7'' man, and my mom, then 4 flights that connect Rochester-Newark-and Houston. So, i was pretty worn out from traveling and just anxious to be getting home. I'm one leg away from my final destination, sitting in the Newark airport. I've got like 45 minutes to kill and UCONN is playing so i park my ass at the airport bar and enjoy watching Kemba Walker's learning curve.
(UCONN side-note: Why can't Hasheem Thabeet play like he is 7'3''? He plays like a biggity bitch. I mean, for christ's sake, there aren't even that many other 7 footers in the big east, let alone 7'3''. He's not Shawn Bradley tall either, he's got some body to him. I need for Hasheem Thabeet to suck some of Dwight Howard's life blood and start averaging 25 and 15. Either that, or start Jeff Adrien at center and run a 4 guard offense with Stanley Robinson as the 4. Stanley Robinson will at least battle for some boards...honestly.)
Now obviously I wait until the last second to board the plane, because what good does it do to get on early, all you end up doing is sitting on the plane not drinking beers, when you could be sitting at the bar drinking beers. So, I get on and this plane is a shuttle plane, for flights that are around and hour or less. I have the first seat, so I take it and sit down. I'm not really listening as they do the announcements, because I just got the Kings of Leon CD and I'm really into it. So, we take off and they start drink service. I get one more beer, why not, and sip and read Larry birds awful biography. After the attendant walks pass me, I feel the call of the wild and get up to take a leak. Unfortunately for me, the bathroom is locked, even though it is unoccupied. I ask the stewardess what the dilly is and she informs me that the bathroom is broken on this plane. (Dun-dun-duuuuuuunnnnnn) So, I ask if I can squeeze by her to get to the toilet in the back of the plane. She informs me that there is no toilet in the back...just the one in the front....that's broken. So now I'm a little frantic. What does she want me to do? There's still a half hour left, plus taxi time, plus the time it takes to set up the walkway, plus the time it takes me to run to a bathroom. My best guess is 50 minutes minimum that I need to hold it. I've never gone 50 minutes. I have options though. A near empty water bottle is in my bag, and it's big enough to hold the biggest piss. So now I make a moral decision.
Do I tell the stewardess I am gonna pee in the bottle, or just do it? The seats around me are empty and it's dark. No one needs to no. I just can't do it though, it's weird, and it's wrong. So I tell her that it is truly an emergency and that I am going to go ahead and rectify the situation using my tools. I just want her to know so she doesn't get all freaked out. Then, she tells me that I am not allowed to do this, which doesn't surprise me at all. Of course you're not allowed to piss on an airplane in a bottle. I ask her what she wants me to do, thinking she had my interest in mind. That was a poor decision, because she does not have my interest in mind, which seems funny to me since I am the paying customer and she is the woman paid to serve me on this flying prison with no working bathrooms. The minutes tick down, and I contemplate my fate. I could try and sneak a pee in, but she is watching carefully and even with my sweatshirt over my lap, she'd know something was up. Apparently there would be heavy fine and possibly jail time for this. I am nearly ready to take my chances, but then landing starts.
Landing only takes a couple minutes, but you need to factor on time for taxing and the time it takes the retards they call flight crews to attach the walkway thing, plus the time it takes me to run to the bathroom and get my brand new button down jeans low enough to squirt my johnson out of them. So, we land and I stand at the front door with small drops of urine percolating out of my man thing. Large, cold monkeys scream things that no one can understand across the walkway and eventually attach it, on the third time. I bolt to the nearest bathroom. I have been pinching myself, punching my legs, and biting my lip for the last 40 minutes, holding this bad boy in. My abs have been clenched for that whole time. I get to the airport bathroom. It's disgusting, as all airport bathrooms are. At this point, I don't care. I drop my bag into a puddle of, most likely, baby piss, throw off my sweatshirt, aiming for the bag of course, but missing....of course, and I get my jeans down just enough to allow my willy to snake out and start what was and probably stay the most rewarding piss of my life.
I am crafting a letter explaining my disappointment in their service, and stating that I will most assuredly never fly with them again. I am doing this mostly for the slim possibility of getting a free ticket somewhere. If i do get a ticket, I'll let you know that it is OK to fly Continental again.
Probowl Info, as if anyone cares
So I announced a while ago that next year's Pro Bowl will be one week before the Superbowl, but I didn't know that it will not be in Hawaii and it will be in Miami, the same place as next years Superbowl. WTF? The NFL continues to confuse me, whatever I don't really care as long as Brett Favre isn't playing in the game.
MIAMI (AP)—The Pro Bowl will be played one week before the Super Bowl in 2010 and both games will be staged in Dolphin Stadium, a person directly involved in the decision told The Associated Press on Monday.
The official spoke on condition of anonymity because the NFL has not announced the move, but Hawaii’s governor and Honolulu’s mayor both confirmed the situation later Monday.
Thirsty Thursdays Drink of the Day
ABSINTHE
For some reason I am really energetic today, I really can not tell you why, but if I had some absinthe right now I would try to drink it until I hallucinated. Rumor has it that the wormwood ingredient in absinthe has psychoactive principles and therefore if enough wormwood is ingested you can hallucinate. I do not suggest this unless with someone else and in a mood where you feel like swallowing shit that taste like gasoline. But hey who am I to stop you, get wild kids, just don't drink and operate machinery like a car or a chainsaw.
1/28/09
Banned Superbowl Ad
So this is all over the internet today, this PETA ad has been banned from the Superbowl commercial programming. These people at PETA know how to make a damn good commercial though. All I gotta say is, fellas go find a vegetarian.
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