Posts Tagged ‘Super Bowl’

Rams vs. Patriots Hot Links

Sunday, 3 February 2019

About JFK’s sister…

Orca baits birds [via].

THIS is how I use the Waze App.

Dogs hate these smells [via]. Now prove it.

On eating chili, playing foosball and “white privilege.”

No.1 is easy to guess; not No.50. State and local tax collection per capita for fiscal year 2016 [via].

According to one source, Ariana Grande’s new tatt ‘七輪’ means Japanese style bbq grill (or “tambourine” according to Google Translate).

Some moron in Phoenix Arizona actually complained to a restaurant manager about an historic photograph of Welsh miners in a pub. I’d like to hear his take on this one.

[Top .gif compiled from Rams & Patriots helmet design/logo history found in here.]

Superbowl XXXXXII Hot Links

Sunday, 4 February 2018

Yeah, I know it’s LII in Roman numerals, but the more Xes in a heading, along with the word “hot,” the more blog traffic. It’s kinda like deliberately posting an innocent descriptive just to see what happens. For example, “Lesbian Amputee Dwarf Porn” is holding steady as our 17th most popular post ever. Go figure. 😀

Things like this make me smile.

It’s all goats and mirrors.

How to make a hand axe to make a celtic axe to build a thatched hut.

Here’s what happens when you have a 70% off Nutella sale in France.

There’s a name for that nocturnal dance. It’s called the Hypnic Jerk.

Young orangutan cracks up at magic trick [via].

This idiot should be arrested for vandalism.

Emerson Quillin.

Get ready to puke. I just discovered that there is a puppy font.

What is the oldest surviving Hollywood film logo? Take a guess before you click. Here’s a big hint.

[Top image: Philadelphia Eagles (1948) & Boston Patriots (1960) logos found here.]

Superbowl Sunday Balls

Sunday, 7 February 2016

Balls

Wilson‘s playing the entire game, boys. Protect him.

(Wot’s that? You haven’t prepared anything for your self-invited guests? Bunk’s Chili is here. 1 hour prep, 1 hour cooking and you’re done.)

Retro Monitor Bimbo

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Retro Monitor

“what’s up?”
“nothing. just typing on my printer.”
“nice shirt.”
“thanks. i got it at delia’s.”

Someone’s about to land a nice SuperBowl advert gig and never be heard from again.

Or not.

[Found in here.]

Football

Sunday, 2 February 2014

Not sure how true this is, but it’s kinda true.
Roman Gladiators were the true ancestors of American Football. Brute force, team sport, with audience participation. Thumbs up or thumbs down from the fans could determine life or death of the defeated.

Roman Gladiators

Top: Flag On The Play – Personal foul, 10 yards.
Bottom: Offensive foul – Death By Maggots.

Football Skull

Once the Romans left Britain, the locals needed something to kick around. Some wags found a Roman skull, decided to kick it all the way to the next village. The folks at that village didn’t like it much, and kicked it back to the first. Association Football was born.

Pig bladder football 2

Kicking a skull up and down a dirt path is hard on the feet, so the Roman skull was supplanted by the obvious replacement – an inflated pig’s bladder.

soccer ball

Association Football was too hard to pronounce in normal conversation, so it was renamed Assoc. Football, and those who played it were Assoc.’ers – hence the name “soccer,” and it caught on, even though all of the world still called it Football. But it wasn’t good enough for some. The game had lost its Gladiator roots (except for the drunks fighting on the sidelines).

rugby-ball

Then one day in the early 1800s,  someone got fed up and wondered, “What’s the point of kicking a stinking inflated chunk of porcine offal back and forth?” and decided to pick up the ball and run it directly into the opposition, knocking out teeth, drawing blood and breaking bones in the process. The game of Rugby was born.

Football MudMan

Once Rugby was introduced into the States via Canada, America decided some changes had to be made. No more round scrum, the teams had to line up and hit head on in order to move the little leather covered ellipsoid mere yards at a time, and Woody Hayes was invented.

All of this requires physical protection, so the players wear helmets, shoulder pads and crotch protectors. They’re bred to be corn-fed behemoths of people capable of unprecedented brute force trained to bash each other’s heads into the ground. I love it.

Cheerleaders

Super Bowl Sunday – We’ve Already Seen These, And Now It’s Your Turn.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Madonna doesn’t have a chance. I’m still pulling for the Steelers.
[Found here, here and here.]


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