It is a sad day today. Caught the UFC PPV last night. Randy Couture's match against Vitor Belfort had to be stopped 20 seconds into the first round due to a mean hook from Belfort that tore right through Randy's bottom eyelid. Outcome: Belfort is the new UFC Light-Heavyweight Champion. 
Aside from the fact that the main event only lasted about twenty seconds, it was an otherwise good PPV. Carlos Newton and Wes Sims, two fighters that I absolutely cannot stand, both got their asses kicked six ways from Sunday. Unfortunately Lee Murray advanced over Jorge Riviera in what was probably the biggest upset of the night. This mouthy British bastard makes me want to puke. He hasn't a humble bone in his body and actually had the audacity to call out Tito Ortiz after his win. I have some news for this silly limey prick: I had the advantage of seeing your fight from a distance and at all angles. You've got no game. It took Jorge putting himself in your wheelhouse three times before you finally figured it out and turned it into something. Don't get cocky, son.
Can't wait for UFC 47: Tito Ortiz vs. Chuck Liddell. That's going to be the grudge match of the year.
After the PPV the five of us played Halo on Xbox where I was ritually humiliated.
Ah, such is the inaneness of my life.
PS. I almost forgot when I added it, but the first person who can tell me what movie the quote in my VICES section came from will win a major award. Let's see, I've got here a shitload of Maxim and Stuff magazines, a Mindless Self Indulgence CD that I've been using as a coaster, a bunch of old and obscure horror films on VHS (inquire for list), a French t-shirt with some silly French cartoon on it speaking French which I can't read because I don't understand French, an autographed photo of Jennifer Connelly topless (authenticity dubious) or the right to use/abuse me sexually for one 24 hr. period (I come complete with my own Gimp outfit).
Who can tell I'm bored, eh?
Aside from the fact that the main event only lasted about twenty seconds, it was an otherwise good PPV. Carlos Newton and Wes Sims, two fighters that I absolutely cannot stand, both got their asses kicked six ways from Sunday. Unfortunately Lee Murray advanced over Jorge Riviera in what was probably the biggest upset of the night. This mouthy British bastard makes me want to puke. He hasn't a humble bone in his body and actually had the audacity to call out Tito Ortiz after his win. I have some news for this silly limey prick: I had the advantage of seeing your fight from a distance and at all angles. You've got no game. It took Jorge putting himself in your wheelhouse three times before you finally figured it out and turned it into something. Don't get cocky, son.
Can't wait for UFC 47: Tito Ortiz vs. Chuck Liddell. That's going to be the grudge match of the year.
After the PPV the five of us played Halo on Xbox where I was ritually humiliated.
Ah, such is the inaneness of my life.
PS. I almost forgot when I added it, but the first person who can tell me what movie the quote in my VICES section came from will win a major award. Let's see, I've got here a shitload of Maxim and Stuff magazines, a Mindless Self Indulgence CD that I've been using as a coaster, a bunch of old and obscure horror films on VHS (inquire for list), a French t-shirt with some silly French cartoon on it speaking French which I can't read because I don't understand French, an autographed photo of Jennifer Connelly topless (authenticity dubious) or the right to use/abuse me sexually for one 24 hr. period (I come complete with my own Gimp outfit).
Who can tell I'm bored, eh?
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moongreaser:
"hi super nintendo Chalmers"
irenzero:
thanks for the heads up, I've read quite a bit about the origin's of goth and punk. I used to have a book called teh goth book or somethign like that, it was basically about the start of the bat cave scene, and the big 5 goth bands.