Monday, January 26, 2009
A Tribute to the Return of Lyanne
Contortionist.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Crank dat
Since we're playing Energy tonight at 10:00, I am reminded of a movie that I recently stumbled upon a few weeks ago: Crank. It's about a guy who has been poisoned, and the only way he can stay alive is to keep his adrenaline flowing. Basically, he has to keep running around doing badass things or else he dies.
This movie pretty much has everything on my personal checklist for awesome movies:
- Boobies? Check. (Christian and Joel, I know this is important to you too)
- Dude from the Transporter, doing Transporter-like things? Check.
- Guy gets his hand cut clean off? Check.
- Lots of guns and car chases? Check.
- Couple having sex in the middle of Chinatown? Check.
All in all, an energy-filled 90 minutes...until he dies. Shit! Did I just ruin it?
This movie pretty much has everything on my personal checklist for awesome movies:
- Boobies? Check. (Christian and Joel, I know this is important to you too)
- Dude from the Transporter, doing Transporter-like things? Check.
- Guy gets his hand cut clean off? Check.
- Lots of guns and car chases? Check.
- Couple having sex in the middle of Chinatown? Check.
All in all, an energy-filled 90 minutes...until he dies. Shit! Did I just ruin it?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I have nothing more to add
Thanks to Christian for finding this at Fuck You, Penguin (this is so much easier than trying to be creative myself):
Monkey Overkill

Monkey, I've got something to say, and it's about you biting that bar, and it's not going to be pretty.
You know, Monkey, if you had just sat there, like a normal monkey, you would have been cute enough. Hell, you could have even fallen on your back and put all of your arms and legs up in the air, and I would have been fine with it. But biting that bar? Fuck you. Just. Fuck. You.
So yeah, fuck you Spider Monkey...you're going down tonight. At 11pm at BMO.
Monkey Overkill

Monkey, I've got something to say, and it's about you biting that bar, and it's not going to be pretty.
You know, Monkey, if you had just sat there, like a normal monkey, you would have been cute enough. Hell, you could have even fallen on your back and put all of your arms and legs up in the air, and I would have been fine with it. But biting that bar? Fuck you. Just. Fuck. You.
So yeah, fuck you Spider Monkey...you're going down tonight. At 11pm at BMO.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The choice is easy...play ultimate
Due to the lack of Hound availability, tonight's game will be sponsored by Subway...
...even though I have provided all of the subs. Heyo!
For those missing the game, you will also miss out on the return of Lyanne from sleeplessness motherhood. But have fun at your Christmas parties/parent's house/trip to the Philippines/snuff film viewing.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Ready, Set, Dodgeball!
This Tuesday we have a rematch against Tony & Carmel, who we lost to in the season opener 27-19. We'll definitely need to bring our A game.
Some people might think that the name is a reference from The Sopranos, but it's actually
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Tonight's game against RUMP should be a good one. Before we started the season, it appeared that they were one of the top 4 teams, so we'll have to be ready for them. And there's no way that I will accept losing to a cut of meat (unless it's a Flat Iron).
I guess we'll just have to abide by the spirit of their original intentions.
The Beastie Boys have also made a song about our game tonight. I was talking to Adam Yauch the other day, and he told me that when they wrote "Shake Your Rump" they actually wanted to say "Kick Rump's Ass." It just didn't fit the rhyming scheme of the song.
I guess we'll just have to abide by the spirit of their original intentions.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Winners can do what they want
This is how the Spider Monkey reacted when it learned that it is playing against the Hounds tonight:

We must be careful though, because Spider Monkeys do have a vicious side. Especially when they are embodied by a 7 year-old ginger kid:
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