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SUNDAY SCRAMBLE: What’d we miss … ? Oh.


Today’s ‘We’re still alive’ post is brought to you by the Taco Bell chihuahua, who, unlike us, is dead.

A lot of things happened while we were out saving souls, feeding poor kids, and making love to beautiful women who we saved from racist biker gangs plotting to kill the president and aforementioned poor kids and crazy, intolerant Ricin-dirty bomb plot.*

In the meantime, a lot of things happened. First of all, WordPress — our fine, presumptuously left-wing, elitist, hippie electronic enablers — decided to change our posting interface to something that, while less aesthetically pleasing, is so much more intuitive and helpful.

You may not understand this, fair blog reader looking for cuckholding p0rn, but we assure you that one of the holdups in ending our brief sabbatical was taking in all this new helpfulness and pretty.

Wonder what else is going on? Hope nothing else big happened while …


Whoops.

Chris Henry allegedly acted a fool again, got frickin’ cut.
Oh, oh my. Um, yeah. (more…)



FRIDAY SCRAMBLE: Football things, for once, and Mykal Riley saved everyone’s ass.


I totally saved your ass. You can thank by drafting me … to the NBDL.

Thank you staving off the inevitable, bro. Totally.
Remember when we said that we thought Gottfried was going to win the SEC tournament? Mykal Riley’s magical 3-pointer took the game to OT, then nature happened all over the Georgia Dome.

Here’s what Mykal said a few days back when asked about making that shot:

I couldn’t sleep last night because I kept thinking about it. A lot of people could be dead if that hadn’t happened. I believe it was God. I keep thinking about how the ball just rolled in. It was supposed to happen so that no one would be hurt.* I believe God had His hand in that to protect the people who were in the Dome.

And somehow magically saving a bunch of people’s lives with a J doesn’t even earn a spot in the NIT. Go figure. (more…)