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Rollin' in the 775 Since 702
With the continuing effort to get us all fired up about Wolf Pack football, here's what we get:
A bowl game in the exciting metropolis of friggin'
Nothing like celebrating the love of humanity than with a violent sport consisting of people knocking the beJZeus out of each other.
We should be playing teams like
We’ll never make the step to the next level playing in crappy bowls against nobody’s cousin…and getting beat.
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Several artists have hooked up in protest ‘cause their music is being used to torture prisoners at Gitmo. We can understand that playing tunes with the volume cranked to 11 amounts to physical torture. You could really get a couple of eardrums a ringin’ if you go loud enough. What worries us here at PTB is Gitmo’s pick in torture music. Ya think any of those poor brown-skinded brotherhubbards speak English? No. So it really doesn’t matter what the lyrics of the song are, just how loud you play it. The bands they favor…Nine Inch Nails, AC/DC, Rage Against the Machine and Pantera we can understand. They’re all oogity boogity metal bands. Ooo…scary. But Queen? Are they serious? You’d have to crank Fat Bottomed Girls pretty loud to make that scary. What’d really scare the beJZeus out of the bad guys would be to show ‘em a video of Queen with Freddie Mercury all dressed to the hilt. Aye caramba!
Death metal is getting a bad name here, so we thought long and hard about other music that could be used for torture…
Anything by Wagner or Beethoven. Before scary movies, that was the stuff that gave folks nightmares.
How ‘bout rap? You should see what an 808 bass drop can do to a guy in a 6x6 concrete closet. BANG!
Five of the scariest words ever uttered in song:
But our favorite? The Shaggs. One of their best is My Pal Foot Foot. CAUTION: “Listening to the Shaggs may result in space dementia, Stevie Wonder-vision, Captain Quint breath, Charlie Brown head or Blagojevichitis.
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Over the weekend NFL player Plaxico Burress was at a nightclub in the Big Apple where he pulled a Cheddar Bob and shot himself in the leg. Good shootin’ bro. Plax, like lots of other athletes, carries heat for “protection.” We don’t buy it.
First of all, just ‘cause Plax thinks people recognize him as a celebrity when he hits the town doesn’t make it true. There are very few athletes people could pick out of a crowd. Don’t believe it? Everyone knows who Brett Favre is and what he looks like but can you name one other person on his team? If you can’t even name another player, HTF are you gonna recognize one in a club? You probably won’t.
Second of all, why do you have to carry a gun? Aren’t you a big, bad professional football stud? Wouldn’t pepper spray work just as well? How ‘bout a Taser? Problem with a gun is, there’s no middle ground. Pop a cap in someone or not.
The thing is, jocks get special treatment at an early age. Show a propensity for math? Geek. Show an interest in science? L7. But show some athletic ability and they’ll be lickin’ yer nut sack for the duration. People make athletes into heroes and athletes believe it. Then they hit the clubs packin’ knowing full well that nothing good can come from bringin’ a piece to a party.
Rule #1… If the party needs a gun, stimulants or downers…its not a party. Remember, your pistola and ego are fickle friends…and they’ll both get you into trouble in the end.
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Black Friday. Great name for a day. Pretty depressing, though.
Guess its better than Boxing Day.
Ya know…you could do your own…
The day before Valentines Day could be: “WTF Are You Gonna Buy For Your Materialistic, Hard-To-Please, Bourgie Motherhubbard Euphemism? Day.”
The day after New Year’s Eve could be: “Walk of Shame Day” or maybe…”Technicolor Yawn Day.”
You could go even further…
The month before Black History Month could be: “Create Your Own W.E.B. Du Bois Combination Decoupage/Diorama Month.”
The three days after Labor Day could always be: “Lazy It Up at Work for Pay Just Like You Lazy It Up at Home for Free Days.”
The three days after Memorial Day? How ‘bout: “Patriotism Takes a Dirt Nap Days” or maybe “Who Were Those Guys? Days”
Nah…too depressing. How, ‘bout…
50% OFF ALL JUNIOR SWIMWEAR! Days.
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Thanksgiving, the day we all get together with people we don’t like, eating crap we don’t need while wasting away the equivalent of what a poor family eats in a friggin’ month…don’t believe us?
What else is there to be thankful for today?
We’re thankful that we’re not bellboys in Mumbai.
We’re thankful we’re not in the suck.
We’re thankful we’re not Sarah Palin’s backdrop…
or the
But most of all, we’re thankful that, finally,
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We sure do love the PoPo down in the 702. Matter of fact, most of us here at PTB have enjoyed extended stays with the boys and girls in blue down in Sin City. But this stuff is just BSC.
Several of Vegas’ finest were in training back in ‘03. Part of their schoolin’ was gettin’ and electric enema on the other end of a Taser. Folks teachin’ Police Academy figured that you don’t really know how nasty one of those little suckers are unless you get zapped by one. ZAP! The cops got up close and personal with that dangerous little juice box.
Now two of the officers are suing the makers of Taser saying the company hadn’t warned them about the potential for getting messed the fuck up with one of those electric gizmos. Uh, Really?
Unless you’ve been livin’ in a cave with OBL for the last decade, you’ve probably seen dozens of people getting’ zapped with Tasers by the cops. Most of the time it’s for minor offenses but they get zapped anyway. Zap. Zap. Zap. Tasers may be non-lethal (in most cases) but they’re nasty little buggers nonetheless. If these two doofuses didn’t realize that before they got their shock treatment, they obviously don’t possess the brain pan volume to become police officers in the first place.
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Ninth ranked Boise State is rollin' into town Saturday afternoon for some football.
Saturday night...Oregon State and Mickey-O's little brother come on in for some hoops.
One of the best reasons in the world to live in the 775!
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Here at PTB, we never did buy into Chimp-Dick’s “War on Global Extremism.” There are extremists everywhere. Just ask the VPILF’s hubby. But GWB went on ahead anyway and in the process, he broke the friggin’ Army! Nice job Bush-Wipe. The problem we have is that the current administration wouldn’t know a terrorist if one bit ‘em on the ass. Here’s a perfect example:
Pirates off the Horn of Africa are seizing ships, sailors and cargo at an alarming rate. So much so that the waters off the coast of Somalia are more dangerous than the streets of Baghdad. If that’s not extremist terrorism…what is? And what is the USo’A doin’ about it? Nothing.
So, while the Army and the National Guard continue to play security guard down in the Suck, the Navy is doin’ bupkis. Who’s takin’ the lead in finding these terrorists? Russia and Great Britain. Aye Caramba!
Look, these guys are terrorists as much as anyone flying airplanes into buildings and we should do something about it. We should send a couple of ships into the waters off Somalia and rub a butt on these rat-bastards. After all, they’re terrorists and we’re in a war on terrorism. Isn’t that right Mr. Bush?
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Skeevy Mark Foley is back in the news. Seems the former Republican Congressman doesn’t think there was anything wrong in sending icky text messages to male pages – 17-year-old male pages. Foley says that he isn’t a pedophile because the pages were, “teens on the brink of adulthood” and that not one of the pages told him to stop. Yo Mark…you took advantage of your position of authority to get your rocks off with kids not even old enough to vote. You’re sick, you’re in denial and you should be in jail. But that’s just our thought.
Speaking of 18 year olds: One of the head honchos of the State Gaming Control Board wants to lower the legal age for gamblers to 18. Dennis Neilander says that’ll boost the Silver State’s gaming revenue. Really? While we’ve always believed here at PTB that if you’re old enough to die for your country in a war, you should be able to buy alcohol or gamble. But, is lowering the gambling age gonna help casinos’ bottom lines? No. Why? Because the 18-21 crowd has about as much disposable income as a Haitian goat farmer. We’ve beat this dead horse a million times so a million and one won’t hurt. Wanna increase revenues in Nevada? Make prostitution and marijuana legal throughout the state. It would free up cops to go after the really bad guys, it would free up jail and prison space for those same bad guys and it would put us back on the map as the preeminent place to have fun. Governor Gibbons…the ball is in your court.
Now that the ‘Bamer is prepping to move into the White House, speculation has been growing over the dog he’s gonna get. Peru even offered up one of its national pooches. Question: If the ‘Bamer is Muslim…wouldn’t he get a pet goat or a pet snake? Why get a dog? Why not a presidential cat or a White House goldfish? Yo Barry-O…we’ve got the perfect pet for you…how ‘bout you get a pet cracker? We sure would like to see some whitey runnin’ ‘round the grounds with a collar on. We’d give up our reparation money to see that!
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