Abbreviated up butt jumping: Manny Ramirez jumps half way up GMDB's butt

As the off season drags on and Mets fans start getting restless, the dumbos of the crowd all start clamoring for Omar to execute increasing dumber ideas, like overpaying for Man-Ram at the expense of other more pressing needs.

It's stuff like that that make Metsblog impossible to get into these days. This is the same place where you can still find Paul Lo Duca superfans, lurking in the comments, ready to pounce on anyone for making racist, anti-italian comments about baseball's greasiest piece of shit in baseball history.

Anyway, Metsblog is still a great compiler of Mets news and its run by good people and whatever but seriously, look at the results of those reader surveys. Fucking imbicility of magnitude proportions.

I get the appeal of Manny, and the Mets would definitely score more runs with him in the lineup, but the return on investment would not be as great as if they signed someone like Ben Sheets, or probably even Oliver Perez. First of all, Manny's horrendous defense needs to be factored in, wiping out a great deal of his value. Second of all, any pitcher signed not only adds the value they would contribute to the staff, but it also bumps an inferior pitcher, like Niese or someone equally crappy, out of the rotation. So there is a multiplying affect.

All right, I'm already getting bored with this discussion. Fuck it, I don't give a shit anymore. Here are 2 more Manny pic I made.


Hey how about a couple links to OTHER BLOGS? Sure why not.

This dude posted some pics of the end of Shea Stadium. Kind of sad but not really. I've got some great memories of Shea, but that stadium was also a real piece. One time I went to Shea for a my 8th birthday and a bird shat on my sneaker. GREAT STORY RIGHT?

The Cardinals can all get fucked with telephone poles, but this is pretty sweet. Well done St. Louisians. Now go back to being that fat stupid unimaginative redecks you are.

MOVIE TIME
Anyone remember the epic cinematic thunderstrike known as Fear, staring Marky Mark of the Funky Bunch? It's pretty terrible. I don't remember much of what it's even about but I definitely remember the scene where Markus Markovitch fingerblasts Reese Witherspooge while riding a rollercoaster. That actually made it into a hollywood movie. Can graphic depictions of OTPHJs be far behind? We can only hope.

Anyway that crappy movie was on HBO recently and I was lucky enough to tune in to the scene that featured this powerhouse alt-grunge-industrial-rock track:



Ah, the mid 90's. I can't wait until all my plaid flannel is fashionable again. Come on 2010's, let's get the 90's retro bus started!

And to even it out, here is a totally fruity song from the same era. What's this song about anyway, rape? Sounds like it's about a raping. That's fucked up, man. That song gets played at Bar Mitzvahs and shit. Don't play a rape song at Bar Mitzvahs. Come on!

OK I'm spent and it's Friday. Time to drink and watch the superbowl and drink. May all your SB parties involve this snack sensation or something equally fan-fucking-tastic.

touchdown

Non-baseball horsepucky: oh great, more fake katy perry lyrics. super.

Katy Perry very well may be a stupid pain in the ass, as some would contend, but check this out, she's cute and has great big knockers, so pretty much everyone is going to put up with her no matter what.

Anyway, I like staring at her huge juggs and writing totally stupid fucked up lyrics to her songs. Here are 5 new stanzas to Hot N' Cold, that you can substitute in after the bridge, or as you fit, from this original set of fucked up fake lyrics to the song.

Now tickle my taint;
Spray me with your paint.
You know my slogan,
Plug me with hogan.

So open your jeans.
I want that lean peen.
The cream will careen
On me: a wet dream.

I lust for deep dick.
Take it slow, not too quick.
For kicks I turn tricks;
One clit or six sticks.

I clap as you slap
My trap on your lap.
I am splayed in twain
By your sausage train.

You'll break from your fast
To dine on my ass.
I moan and I gasp;
My butt, your repast.

Alright, way to go me. Yet not fully satisfied, I also penned these inspiring lyrics to Perry's other smash single success, I Kissed a Girl.



I'm a chick with terrible luck
Getting guys to do me
They never want to just plain fuck
They're always screwy
These guys ask, for weird shit
Might as well just play along
So since you, asked for it
You got it, fruity

I pegged a dude, with a strap on
Least he don't wanna be crapped on.
I pegged a dude, what do I care?
It's not what I often wear

It's just I feel
It's no big deal
That his butthole won't be sealed

I pegged a dude, with a strap on
A strap on

I met him through an online ad
I have few options
He wanted this to happen bad
So I indulged him
I put on, the harness
With the big plastic dildo
Then he bent, right over
I filled his asshole

I pegged a dude, with a strap on
Least he don't wanna be crapped on
I pegged a dude, why the fuck not?
Put it right in his coin slot

It's just I feel
It's no big deal
That his butthole won't be sealed

I pegged a dude with a strap on
A strap on

I don't think it means he is gay
Plus it is not my place to judge
Just as long later on he goes
Down on me, sloppily
That's what I call a fair trade off

I pegged a dude, with a strap on
Least he don't wanna be crapped on
I pegged a dude, it was great fun
Hope there is more once we're done

It's just I feel
It's no big deal
That his butthole won't be sealed

I pegged a dude, with a strap on
A strap on

Yes, I know I just spent several hours of my life writing a song that attempts to justify straight guys getting buttfucked. Such is the tortured life of a genius. Deal with it.

Oh yeah, and this guy is a total jagov

It's been a busy football season (fuck you eagles), so I had kinda forgotten that this total piece of shit spurned the Mets in free agency to sign with the Fart-lanta Barfos.


Derek Lowe is a real son of a bitch, though he is also a pretty good pitcher and would have helped the Mets, who are, as of right now, counting on former Washington National superstar Tim Redding Rainbow/Railroad to hold down the number 4 slot in the rotation. Omar gave decent pursuit but didn't put up enough of the Wilpon's cold hard cash to woo Lowe away from the bright lights of Slutlanta, Whoregia, and the heaps of Liberty Media Corporation money thrown at him.

Good, fuck you, Derek Lowe. Have fun in stupid Fulton County you adulterous jackoff. Lowe really is an adulterer too. He was previously married to some poor woman named Trinka (yes, Trinka), who fathered two of his children. Here is a picture of the happy couple.

Lowe was unfortunately unable to keep his affair with worthless sideline "reporter" Carolyn Hughes a secret so Trinka divorced him and Lowe and Hughes got married. It's all there in his god damn wikipedia page. What treacherous swine.

Here's to hoping Lowe gets rocked in the nuts during batting practice so he can't infect the world with anymore of his defective genes. Derek Lowe, trashdick extraordinaire.

We are all Cardinals fans now

I know it sounds weird to say, but it's true. How unbearable would things be of the Phillies AND the Eagles we simultaneous champions? It would fuckin suck bro, shit.

I always knew Kurt Warner was good for something. Now go home, McNARB, and eat your fuckin soup.

Not speaking of soup but pissing me off lately is Keith Fuckin Law. I enjoy reading what Klawman has to say about baseball very much, especially his ESPN chats, but his bullshit on his personal blog is really getting annoying.

Part of Keith's charm is that his seeming omniscience and utter contempt for those who don't know as much as him. Someone will have some dumb idea about the evaluation of a ballplayer and Klaw will shred him. It's fun. Even when he strays beyond his ken, like his post on the hypothetical mount Rapmore, and looks stupid, its still all in good fun.

Then Law goes ahead and trashes Watchmen and it gets personal.

The prejudice critique Law offers is so far beyond the pale it's embarrassing. The only thing I agree with is that no rankings of novels should include a comic book. It's like if Keith included a soccer player into his list of top 100 prospects. They're two different media (although Law would erroneously call comics a genre). Besides that correct assertion, nearly everything Law says about Watchmen is objectively wrong. I'm too lazy to go into to detail (just as it appears Keith was too lazy to actually read the book), so I'll just leave it with this: if that's what Law considers serious criticism then I think it's safe to say that every other critique he's made is also total bullshit as well (I wouldn't know, I never read any of those faggy books he has).

So anyway, very disappointing, Keith. I'll still read you on ESPN but your personal blog sucks a hairy bean bag. Get a fucking clue for once why don't you?

So that sucked.

i dont even want to talk about it. vengeance will be extracted vis a vis the painful murder of the Philadelphia Phillies.

in the mean time, here is a Robocop rap, new original Robocop fan fiction and a picture of some mets fan with big tits in a bar.





DONOVAN MCNABB, GET RAPED BY HORSES.

Now is when all the effing eagles must effing die

Some sports fans like it when their rivals get "good" playoff match ups, and say things like, "You know fellow Giants fans, this is going to be a tough game with the Eagles, but we beat a lot of good teams last year, and always on the road. And with this classic match up, you wouldn't want it any other way would you?"

Fuck yeah I would! Fuck the fucking Eagles. Fuck spelling out the name of your team in a cheer, fuck the color green and fuck McNabb, Brian Westbrook, DeSean Jackson and every other cockbiting asshole on that team that I can't stand.

I hope bad things happen to the Eagles. I hope their bus break down on the way up thier turnpike. I hope they get food poisoning, I hope they stub their toes, I hope their trainer accidentally knocks a bottle of liquid heat onto their jocks a la Revenge of the Nerds. And do you want to know why? BECAUSE I DON'T WANT THEM TO FUCKING WIN NEXT WEEK.

So most of all, I hope Arnold Schwarzenegger puts on a ridiculous yellow and gray jumpsuit and hunts down every Philadelphia Eagle, summarily executing them in increasingly elaborate and cartoonishly violent ways.

EAGLES DIE.