GAZE UPON THESE INSULTS

Listening to Katy Perry reminds me of any argument witnessed on a city bus. You know, where thugs get into it and eventually one barks the other down merely by virtue of a louder more persistent roar. Or is that Animal Planet? Anyhow, if you don't recognize this face or these jugs you certainly haven't escaped her awful contribution to America's wealth of bad pop music. She's that bitch who hollers at the top of her lungs for what seems like eternity about kissing another girl. Groundbreaking stuff here.

Graffiti icon Banksy must know Drunk Pete.

This might not exactly be news per say but I still think it's fucking strange that the elusive British urban artist known as Banksy (google this guy, he's worthy your time) released this print which clearly shows everybody's favorite ex-binger, the Artist formerly known as Drunk Pete. I'm guessing that one in the middle pissed on his couch.

Rumbling Reddinger Rocks Ronchi

Sure, his critics say its about time the Hurricane steps up competition, the problem is anyone with half a brain has no intention of stepping up to him. No offense there Mr. Ronchi, we appreciate your valiant sacrifice. The always flamboyant Travis brings home another fat "W" by way of crucial ground and pound. Now at featherweight (145lbs.) and still the reigning Brutul Fighting Championships (formerly EFC) lightweight (155lbs.) champion, Reddinger moves forward feared and respected.

-Note: We'll post a better pic later. That one is SHIIIIT.

Hey Ladies! (A Public Service Announcement)

There are a lot of people on the planet that you don’t wanna fuck with and Matt Jensen a.k.a Matt with the Hat a.k.a Matt Framed, monotone vocalist for persistently mediocre local punk rock band The Framed is certainly one of them. But not in the Mike Tyson or Charles Bronson sense, interpret the word “fuck” literally. Like how you don’t wanna fuck with Magic Johnson or Freddy Mercury (R.I.P.). The major difference being that those two actually had talent, sex appeal, artistic respect and, oh yeah, they owned up to their affliction and used it to spread awareness.

And the Douche of the Year Award Goes to...

When the good folks at People magazine finally find it in their infinite wisdom to heed my advice and compose a Douchebag of the Year edition I demand a vote on that committee so that my finger can be firmly pointed in the direction of the Madden brothers. Benji and Joel, the core of lamewad pop outfit Good Charlotte, are the hypocritical little brats responsible for permeating the airwaves with that horrible "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous" song where they chide the wealthy and then, in real life, went on to date Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie, respectively.

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