Hulk Hogan slams best friend’s ex

Hulk Hogan joined TNA in late 2009.

Hogan wants you next, baby!

You can’t make this shit up.  A sex tape of The Hulkster, Hulk Hogan having sexual encounter with the ex of his best friend Bubba, has hit the internet.  Well it’s Bubba’s ex now but she was his wife then.  Now his family fears there may be another sex tape out there.  Forget family, I fear the same thing too. No! Please, no!  Not another sex tape of Hogan!

I am sorry, I used to be a big fan of the Hulk but that was years ago.  Seeing his steroid ass humping Bubba The Love Sponge’s ex is not my cup of tea.  Downright disgusting to say the least!  But to each his own.  To me the effect would be the same as watching midget sex.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that…

Now I can’t help wondering if Hulk Hogan put this woman in a sleeper hold or give her a leg drop off the bed.  What did she do when the Hulkster ran wild on her?




Boy wants girl and girl wants love

Consider this, you, as a guy, send a photo of your penis to a random girl online.  In most case, she will respond with,  ”WTF?  OMG! What is this shit? This is sick! What kinda pervert is this?” She then either deletes it or shows it to her friends so they could enjoy a good laugh at your expense.  Not once did she think of trying to get some pleasure out of it, in fact she finds it revolting and disgusting.

Now let’s reverse that..  You, still as a guy, receive a nude pic of a random chick online.  Unless she’s fat, gross and hideous, you respond with, “WTF?  Whoa!  This chick is hot! Holy Shit!”  Then you do one or all of these.  You disappear to the bathroom, you keep it to yourself or you show your friends.  In some cases, like in Amanda Todd’s, you find out who the sender is and try to blackmail her into performing sex acts or strip shows, which leads into the next scenario.

You, as a chick now,  are now being blackmailed by someone who saw a nude pic of you online.  You were drunk and regret your actions but it’s too late.  He now wants you to engage in sexual acts or give him a private show.  He threatens to publicize your photo is you resist.  You freak out immediately.  “OMG! This must be a nightmare!  My life is ruined!”  You either call the cops or notify relevant authorities.  You do not comply with their wishes.  In Amanda’s case, she couldn’t deal with the resulting bullying and end her life.  God bless her soul.

Ok, stay with me here.  I’ll be done soon.  As a guy, you received an email saying someone saw your dong online and unless you put on a private show, it’s going to end up on Facebook or splattered all over the web for all to see.  Well unless you have an embarrassingly small and sickly looking member, you react with a grin. “OMG! This is funny! This is a fricking dream come true.”  You then call up your best friend,  “Hey man, guess what? Some chick found a pic of me and wants me to give her a show.  Oh yeah, she said if I don’t, she’ll put it on Facebook.  What? Of course I will do it!  I hope she brings her friends too.  I might get laid man!”  Your buddy replies, “Sweet!  That’s some cool shit, dude!”

A woman wants what’s attached to the member.  She wants a man. Someone to hold and to love and be loved by.  A man wants what attached to the girl, even if he has to take the girl just to have it.

A few notes:  This is only a generalization.  There are exceptions in that some women might be delighted to receive a pic of an unknown guy and react the same as a guy would.  Some guys too may find it disgusting to get a nude pic from a woman they don’t know, no matter how hot she is.

Also, the unfortunate circumstances that led to the death of Amanda Todd are simply unacceptable!  Bullying in any form needs to end now before more young lives are lost.


Those black yoga pants!

I am going to come clean and confess something here.  I have a weakness for chicks in yoga pants. YES! I do! I think it’s the greatest invention for women, ever!

I have a preference for the black ones but any color would do.  If you have an average booty or think you are a couple of pounds on the heavy side, do not despair, get yourself a pair of yoga pants and voila! You are transformed into a tight-assed, sleek-looking babe! Walk past a group of men and look at them check out the new you.

Being happily married with kids does not make me immune to the powers of the yoga pants.  Sorry hon, there’s somethings I just can’t help.  If it’s any consolation, I love seeing you in those pants too. Mmm…

In case you are thinking ‘Dirty man!’, it is not a sexual thing.  It’s just like looking at a piece of art, you really can’t see yourself with it and really have no room for it but it’s worth admiring.  You feel me? I’ll even look at a mannequin in yoga pants.  Even Queen Elizabeth.



Internal and marital affairs in Detroit

You’re next, baby.!

Have you heard about the head cop in Detroit having internal affairs with a woman?  Oh wait, I think I said that wrong.  Detroit’s Chief of Police had an affair with the woman from Internal Affairs.  Something like that.  My goodness, is that ironic or what?  This woman sure lives her job.

The 44-year old top dog has been holding down his position, not that position, you sick person you! the position of Police Chief.  He has been chief for just two years and this is already his second such charge of infidelity.  His affair average isn’t bad.  Oh yes, he’s also married with kids and the Affairs chick is also married.

To add a spin to all this, this chief dude actually got the job because the old chief was caught in a sex scandal with a subordinate.  It was later found out that our guy had sexual ties to this same subordinate that his ex-boss fooled around with.  My goodness! My head is spinning trying to explain this twisted, sordid tale of affairs.

Anyways, this all started when the IA chick found out that Pastor Godbee, yes he’s a pastor and that’s his real name,  had taken another chick to a police convention.  Apparently she went ballistic and sent out crazy tweets and a pic of her with a gun in her mouth. How romantic.  (They dragged her to the loony bin).

The moral of the story here is uhm…hmmm…don’t cheat and tweet? Don’t have affairs with Internal Affairs?

Godbee with you, woman.

The things you see and hear at a football game.

Remember that blog I did about people having that ‘gym look’?  If not, read it here.  Well at a recent football game, I was reminded of that as I looked and listened to the people around me.  I know, I should have been concentrating on the football game but with my home team getting blown out like they have been all season, there was not much to cheer about on concentrate on.

I saw a guy wearing a pink tutu.  I found out later that it was a bachelor party thing.  Thankfully, he was wearing his pants underneath.  There were young ladies who apparently had bugs in their seat as they just couldn’t sit down for a length of time.  It was either bugs or they just wanted to show off their shirt skirts and low tops.  Those skirts sure weren’t made for walking up those stadium stairs.  I am just saying…

Check out his pipes! and skirt.

Still talking about the young women, they looked as though they stumbled into the wrong party and I was tempted to ask them some game-related questions like what was the score?  and what team we were playing…”Game? You mean I am at a game? I just thought this was some big party.”

How about the two season ticket holders who sat directly in front of me?  They amused themselves by singing along to the songs that blared through the loud speaker.  When the song stopped, they didn’t.  They leaned and sang in each other’s ears, how cute. They seemed happy that they knew all the words to Vanilla Ice’s ‘Ice Ice Baby’ and other oldies.

Why me??

To my annoyance, an obviously intoxicated chick stood up and flashed her boobs.  I was annoyed because I was seated behindher.  Security made her sit her ass back down and behave, disappointing some leering men…and a few women.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Nice balls!

A woman who I thought should have been considered as a replacement for the fired coach, did a running game commentary.  (Maybe she did apply and wasn’t considered based on her sex). She kept her section updated on the status of the players and what play they should make.  She spoke with such authority that for a second or two, I actually listened to her.  The guy directly behind her was a different story.  He was one of those sport fans who disagreed with every call that went against their team. “What the heck kinda call is that?”  “Asshole! The coach sucks!”  “You’re not gonna call that one now are you? Yeah, you put your whistle away when it’s our guys eh?.  That was a f@@king dirty hit on our quarterback!”    As the home team continued their dismal play, his rhetoric changed to, “I am getting the hell out of here.  This team really blows ass!”  “First down? They got a first down? Big deal! Score some effing points!”  It was funny and annoying all at the same time.  As the evening went on, it became just annoying.

Mr. Negative had a female counterpart sitting behind me.  She yelled at the top of her lungs at every call, every bad play and everything else. It was like listening to  bullshit in stereo!

The bar apparently was operating on a limited inventory.  At least on beer.  Everyone seemed to know this and made sure they had two or more drinks going at once.  No one likes a beer shortage. Even the ‘lost girls’ were two-fisting, which wasn’t such a good thing as the last thing anyone wants are drunken lost girls parading around in short skirts and low tops.  Scratch that, the last thing security wants.

Do you know that the people I mentioned in That Gym Look blog also show up at games?  Well of course.  With 30,000 people in attendance, there is no better or bigger stage to show off those pipes and six packs.

Know what I liked though? The smooch cam! Yeah! The camera picks random couples sitting together and urges them to kiss! Now how can they tell if they even know each other?  Next game, I’m going to try and score a seat right next to one of them loose lost girls with the short skirts.  I’ll wait patiently for the smooch cam…Kiss? Me and her? But..but…Ok what the heck, she’s drunk as a skunk anyways.

I can sit next to that next game and the next and the next…