Unity

.I try to act like a badass, but this video brought a happy little tear to my eye. Damn you, Matt, damn you and your mad travel moneys.

Separated @ Berf?

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I'm just saying... there are definitely some strong phenotypical resemblances going on between these two cats. Or, do you think Dr. Suess could nostradamusize the future, and he is warning us in his classic story? Oh, no! Better hide the Who-pudding!

Pwned In Disgusta

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Language of Origin?

Pretty funny. But these spelling bee kids creep me the fuck out. First of all, like 103% of them are home-schooled chubby Indian boys with lisps. The other 112% are girls with strange facial tics and greasy sausage curls. Fweaks! The shame is that their wackjob parents are utterly to blame for this nerd travesty.

Jiu Jitsu Sucks

You will go see The Foot Fist Way, and like it, by Gob.

C'est Chic, Le Freak!

Greatest cubicle meltdown evAr. Yeah, I've felt like that a dozen thousand times, but I can't imagine ever completely going apeshit bananas like that. The best part was the girl getting slammed by the monitor. Pure comedy gold, baby! Shame that catharsis always ends in tears, though.

This just in!!!! A second angle with the actual sound. They're speaking some sort of weirdo euro bullshit language.

Red Wings Wind The Cup; Cryptozoologists Vindicated

The 2007-08 Stanley Cup Finals pitting Detroit against Armpittspurgh wound up being a much better series than I initially expected. I admit that I was rooting for the Pengwhens to win - or to at least force a Game 7. Instead, they lost to the old fogies in red and white. Malkin and Sykora were no-shows for Pittsburgh, but they were obviously playing through some injuries. It was good to see Hossa actually produce in the post-season, unlike his showing last year in Atlanta.

And now the dark months of NHL-less television are upon me. Luckily, I'll be able to re-purpose the time otherwise spent watching professional hockey on amateur pr0nography.

One final comment: It was absofookinglutely stupid of the NHL to ban octopus slinging from Joe Louis Arena. Let the Motor City fucktards cheer on their team in their own special and disgusting way.

The Ultimate Cock Block

Check and mate. The speaker in the video is Gary Kasparov, chess grand master turned outspoken critic of the Kremlin.

Let me tell you that one of the MiG engineers must have built that helococketer. Seriously, it looks very well-balanced, and the builder even utilized the scrot as a counter-balance to prevent excessive yawing. Better lock up your wives and daughters, fellows. The Ruskies are coming.

Get it?

Kovy FTW

Guess what? Kovalchuk made America's hat his bitch during Russia's gold medal win over Canada yesterday. Way to go, bro.

Actually, it was quite sad to see Ken Hitchcock hanging his head after the OT loss. Koach Ken, you're a great coach and we're lucky to have you in the C-bus.

Boy, those Europeans sure do hug and kiss each other a lot, don't they? It was getting a little Logo-esque there towards the ending.

Doggy Style

Hunter's Theory of Internets Exposure

I've been refining a little pet concept of mine that I like to call Hunter's Theory of Internets Exposure. I call it that because Hunter is my last name.

My theory runs along these lines:

pr0n=(w+f)*omg
100

Where (pr0n) internets exposure equals (w) the number of photographic apparatuses on hand plus (f) your age multiplied by (omg) the number of people with whom you've had carnal relations divided by 100. The result represents the percent odds that a nude or otherwise salacious image of you appears somewhere on the internets.

So I suppose it's only a matter of time before you see my fat, pimply ass. So sorry.

Greatest Tattoo Ever!!1!

Refueler Night!

Pow! Right In The Kisser.

Now that's going to leave a mark! Poor Braydon Coburn, drafted in the first round by Atlanta and traded to Philly for a broken down mule named Zhitnik, has become a very solid young defender for the Flyers' franchise. I hate to see him get injured so late into the playoffs.

Watching the playoff coverage this year, it's amazing to see so many ex-Thrashers playing late into the post-season. I guess the moral of the story is: If you wear a Trashers jersey and want a shot at The Cup, get traded.