Saturday, November 8, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
FROM THURSDAY'S PHILADELPHIA DAILY NEWS
Ram tough
If you've found yourself frustrated with the play-calling of Andy Reid and the lack of offense shown by the Eagles some times, go catch a Gloucester Catholic game.
In their 4-0 start, the Rams have piled up 183 points.
"We really have good wideouts [George Spingler and Jacob Yates], a good tight end [Steven Rotella] and [quarterback] Zach [Barlage] has been throwing the ball great. Plus our backfied of Pat Schuhl and Alex Christ has been terrific," coach Tony Garczynski said. "And our offensive line has done a great job, too.
"I am surprised that we've put up so many points, but it's worked out with some big plays and stuff like that. I don't think we're going to do that every week. We have some really tough games coming up."
Garczynski is looking for continued improvement from his defense, which gave up just seven points to Woodstown last week after allowing an average of 34 per game in their first three games.
"After the first drive against Woodstown, we played very well. We need to play good team defense, not look for individual things."
- Bob Cooney
If you've found yourself frustrated with the play-calling of Andy Reid and the lack of offense shown by the Eagles some times, go catch a Gloucester Catholic game.
In their 4-0 start, the Rams have piled up 183 points.
"We really have good wideouts [George Spingler and Jacob Yates], a good tight end [Steven Rotella] and [quarterback] Zach [Barlage] has been throwing the ball great. Plus our backfied of Pat Schuhl and Alex Christ has been terrific," coach Tony Garczynski said. "And our offensive line has done a great job, too.
"I am surprised that we've put up so many points, but it's worked out with some big plays and stuff like that. I don't think we're going to do that every week. We have some really tough games coming up."
Garczynski is looking for continued improvement from his defense, which gave up just seven points to Woodstown last week after allowing an average of 34 per game in their first three games.
"After the first drive against Woodstown, we played very well. We need to play good team defense, not look for individual things."
- Bob Cooney
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Kimbo Sliced?
A bout scheduled for Saturday Night between street fighting icon Kimbo Slice and Legend Ken Shamrock was jolted when Shamrock dropped out of the fight with an eye injury. So who stepped in to fight Kimbo?? A young lad with pink hair and what I could only describe as a 'touch of downs syndrome'. Enter Seth Petruzelli. As he stepped into the ring it seemed as if we were going to witness another Youtube Kimbo Slice fight- But 13 seconds into the first round, Petruzelli stunned Kimbo with a nasty right and thats how it would end. The only question remaining, was Seth Petruzelli invited to the after party?
Duane Zacamore
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN SPEECH IN PHILADELPHIA
"Hello Philly,
"I am glad to be here today for this voter registration drive and for Barack Obama, the next President of the United States.
"I've spent 35 years writing about America, its people, and the meaning of the American Promise. The Promise that was handed down to us, right here in this city from our founding fathers, with one instruction: Do your best to make these things real. Opportunity, equality, social and economic justice, a fair shake for all of our citizens, the American idea, as a positive influence, around the world for a more just and peaceful existence. These are the things that give our lives hope, shape, and meaning. They are the ties that bind us together and give us faith in our contract with one another.
"I've spent most of my creative life measuring the distance between that American promise and American reality. For many Americans, who are today losing their jobs, their homes, seeing their retirement funds disappear, who have no healthcare, or who have been abandoned in our inner cities. The distance between that promise and that reality has never been greater or more painful.
"I believe Senator Obama has taken the measure of that distance in his own life and in his work. I believe he understands, in his heart, the cost of that distance, in blood and suffering, in the lives of everyday Americans. I believe as president, he would work to restore that promise to so many of our fellow citizens who have justifiably lost faith in its meaning. After the disastrous administration of the past 8 years, we need someone to lead us in an American reclamation project. In my job, I travel the world, and occasionally play big stadiums, just like Senator Obama. I've continued to find, wherever I go, America remains a repository of people's hopes, possibilities, and desires, and that despite the terrible erosion to our standing around the world, accomplished by our recent administration, we remain, for many, a house of dreams. One thousand George Bushes and one thousand Dick Cheneys will never be able to tear that house down.
"They will, however, be leaving office, dropping the national tragedies of Katrina, Iraq, and our financial crisis in our laps. Our sacred house of dreams has been abused, looted, and left in a terrible state of disrepair. It needs care; it needs saving, it needs defending against those who would sell it down the river for power or a quick buck. It needs strong arms, hearts, and minds. It needs someone with Senator Obama's understanding, temperateness, deliberativeness, maturity, compassion, toughness, and faith, to help us rebuild our house once again. But most importantly, it needs us. You and me. To build that house with the generosity that is at the heart of the American spirit. A house that is truer and big enough to contain the hopes and dreams of all of our fellow citizens. That is where our future lies. We will rise or fall as a people by our ability to accomplish this task. Now I don't know about you, but I want that dream back, I want my America back, I want my country back.
"So now is the time to stand with Barack Obama and Joe Biden, roll up our sleeves, and come on up for the rising."
"I am glad to be here today for this voter registration drive and for Barack Obama, the next President of the United States.
"I've spent 35 years writing about America, its people, and the meaning of the American Promise. The Promise that was handed down to us, right here in this city from our founding fathers, with one instruction: Do your best to make these things real. Opportunity, equality, social and economic justice, a fair shake for all of our citizens, the American idea, as a positive influence, around the world for a more just and peaceful existence. These are the things that give our lives hope, shape, and meaning. They are the ties that bind us together and give us faith in our contract with one another.
"I've spent most of my creative life measuring the distance between that American promise and American reality. For many Americans, who are today losing their jobs, their homes, seeing their retirement funds disappear, who have no healthcare, or who have been abandoned in our inner cities. The distance between that promise and that reality has never been greater or more painful.
"I believe Senator Obama has taken the measure of that distance in his own life and in his work. I believe he understands, in his heart, the cost of that distance, in blood and suffering, in the lives of everyday Americans. I believe as president, he would work to restore that promise to so many of our fellow citizens who have justifiably lost faith in its meaning. After the disastrous administration of the past 8 years, we need someone to lead us in an American reclamation project. In my job, I travel the world, and occasionally play big stadiums, just like Senator Obama. I've continued to find, wherever I go, America remains a repository of people's hopes, possibilities, and desires, and that despite the terrible erosion to our standing around the world, accomplished by our recent administration, we remain, for many, a house of dreams. One thousand George Bushes and one thousand Dick Cheneys will never be able to tear that house down.
"They will, however, be leaving office, dropping the national tragedies of Katrina, Iraq, and our financial crisis in our laps. Our sacred house of dreams has been abused, looted, and left in a terrible state of disrepair. It needs care; it needs saving, it needs defending against those who would sell it down the river for power or a quick buck. It needs strong arms, hearts, and minds. It needs someone with Senator Obama's understanding, temperateness, deliberativeness, maturity, compassion, toughness, and faith, to help us rebuild our house once again. But most importantly, it needs us. You and me. To build that house with the generosity that is at the heart of the American spirit. A house that is truer and big enough to contain the hopes and dreams of all of our fellow citizens. That is where our future lies. We will rise or fall as a people by our ability to accomplish this task. Now I don't know about you, but I want that dream back, I want my America back, I want my country back.
"So now is the time to stand with Barack Obama and Joe Biden, roll up our sleeves, and come on up for the rising."
Saturday, October 4, 2008
3-0 Rams Top Kingsway 42 - 35
http://www.highschoolsports.net/Stats/gameStats-G.cfm?userSchoolID=NJ080302148&userGameID=22441240&showBoxscore=true&showGameSummary=true&showTeamStats=true&showPlayers=true&news_id=
Friday, October 3, 2008
JOHN HIGGINS THROWS THE FIRST PITCH AS THE TAMPA BAY RAYS WELCOME PLAYOFF BASEBALL FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FRANCHISE HISTORY...
Thursday, October 2, 2008
SO YOUR TELLING ME THERE'S A CHANCE...
THIS GUY MUST HAVE A GREAT SENSE OF HUMOR, OR SHE IS A CHUBBY CHASER...
CHECK OUT WHAT THIS MOORESTOWN POLICE OFFICER IS UP TO...
(READ THE WHOLE ARTICLE, THEY MENTION HOW HE SPENT SOME "ALONE" TIME WITH A COW!!!
(READ THE WHOLE ARTICLE, THEY MENTION HOW HE SPENT SOME "ALONE" TIME WITH A COW!!!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Henry Earl's Mug Shot Montage
Henry Earl has been arrested 1332 times. Here is a tribute to his mugshots....
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
FROM THE WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO FILE???
KERRI GREEN
* GOONIES
* LUCAS
* SUMMER RENTAL
3 GREAT 1980'S MOVIES, THEN...
VANISHED INTO THIN AIR???
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Legend Paul Newman Dies at 83
Paul Newman died Friday in Westport, Connecticut Friday after a long battle with Cancer. Newman was the star of legendary films, such as Hud, Cool Hand Luke, and The Color of Money. Click Here for full bios and movie listings http://www.imdb.com/find?s=all&q=paul+newman&x=22&y=6
by Duane Zacamore
by Duane Zacamore
Tricks are a Treat In Gloucester Catholic's Win
Tricks are a treat in Gloucester Catholic's win
By BOB COONEYPhiladelphia Daily News
cooneyb@phillynews.com
One had to check the calendar to make sure it wasn't Halloween, because Gloucester Catholic coach Tony Garczynski was full of tricks last night.
And because of it, his team treated him to an old-fashioned butt-kicking of its opponent.
The pass-happy Rams, who threw the ball 25 times for 304 yards and four TDs in a season-opening win against Clearview, ran the ball down Delsea's throat all night long, using the pass as just a diversion.
And, Garczynski called not one but two onside kicks in the first quarter.
It all worked out perfectly as Gloucester Catholic used a huge fourth-quarter scoring burst to throttle host Delsea, 54-26, in a Tri-County Royal game.
"The talent's there," said Garczynski after his team improved to 2-0. "But it's a week-in and week-out thing. You never know with high-school players. I hope they come out like this all the time."
The Rams came out as explosively as the Phillies did last night. Alex Christ took the opening kickoff 80 yards to the Delsea 7, and two plays later, senior fullback Ryan Alcott burst in from the 2 en route to a 7-0 lead.
That's when Garczynski called for the first onside kick. "We saw No. 8 [Casmir Okoro] return kicks before, and we didn't want to kick it to him," Garczynski said.
Matt Zabel, who connected on seven extra points in the game, perfectly dribbled the kickoff 10 yards, and it was recovered by senior Brian Knell at the Delsea 47. After two runs by Pat Schuhl (26 carries, 199 yards, four touchdowns) totaled 19 yards, quarterback Zach Barlage hit wide receiver George Spingler with a 23-yard strike to give the Rams a 14-0 lead with 9 minutes, 18 seconds left in the first quarter.
Delsea fought back with a powerful running game of its own as Okoro scored twice in the first half - as did Schuhl - to trail by just 28-20 after an exciting opening half.
But bad news awaited the Crusaders (1-1) at the break as it was discovered that running back Austin Medley, who gained 72 yards on 12 carries in that first half, was lost for the rest of the game due to a concussion.
And when Okoro went down early in the third quarter for the Crusaders, their night seemed about as hopeless as the Mets' bullpen.
But coach Sal Marchese's squad did put together a 10-play, 62-yard drive that ate more than 6 minutes off the clock. It culminated with Derek Lewis' 9-yard TD run and that cut the Rams' lead to 28-26.
That's when momentum and Gloucester Catholic partnered. The Rams scored on the next possession, set up by Schuhl's bruising 24-yard run that led to Barlage's 1-yard plunge. After holding Delsea on its next possession, the Rams drove 79 yards for another score, this one a 4-yarder by Schuhl for a 41-26 lead with 3 minutes, 11 seconds left. A Delsea turnover led to a 20-yard scoring burst by Schuhl, and a defensive TD by Michael Rafferty on a fumble return finally ended the drubbing.
"We just felt like we needed to run the ball on Delsea, to control the clock," said the 6-1, 210-pound Schuhl. "I think we're a 50-50 team. We can pass the ball and we can run the ball. I think they were looking for the pass game, and that opened up the run game a little bit."
Actually, a lot bit. The Rams ran the ball 31 times for 251 yards, while Barlage went a pedestrian 6-for-15 for 103 yards.
"Pat does a great job of getting after-contact yards," Garczynski said. "After he gets hit by that first guy, he keeps going. He's one of the few backs you see like that. He's not going to run away from a lot of people. But he's not easy to get down."
"We did a good job of containing a very fast team," said nose guard Harry Amwake, who was in on a dozen tackles. "It's a shame Medley got hurt, but that helped us. We concentrated on keeping them from getting to the outside. And it worked."
And so did a little trickery. *
By BOB COONEYPhiladelphia Daily News
cooneyb@phillynews.com
One had to check the calendar to make sure it wasn't Halloween, because Gloucester Catholic coach Tony Garczynski was full of tricks last night.
And because of it, his team treated him to an old-fashioned butt-kicking of its opponent.
The pass-happy Rams, who threw the ball 25 times for 304 yards and four TDs in a season-opening win against Clearview, ran the ball down Delsea's throat all night long, using the pass as just a diversion.
And, Garczynski called not one but two onside kicks in the first quarter.
It all worked out perfectly as Gloucester Catholic used a huge fourth-quarter scoring burst to throttle host Delsea, 54-26, in a Tri-County Royal game.
"The talent's there," said Garczynski after his team improved to 2-0. "But it's a week-in and week-out thing. You never know with high-school players. I hope they come out like this all the time."
The Rams came out as explosively as the Phillies did last night. Alex Christ took the opening kickoff 80 yards to the Delsea 7, and two plays later, senior fullback Ryan Alcott burst in from the 2 en route to a 7-0 lead.
That's when Garczynski called for the first onside kick. "We saw No. 8 [Casmir Okoro] return kicks before, and we didn't want to kick it to him," Garczynski said.
Matt Zabel, who connected on seven extra points in the game, perfectly dribbled the kickoff 10 yards, and it was recovered by senior Brian Knell at the Delsea 47. After two runs by Pat Schuhl (26 carries, 199 yards, four touchdowns) totaled 19 yards, quarterback Zach Barlage hit wide receiver George Spingler with a 23-yard strike to give the Rams a 14-0 lead with 9 minutes, 18 seconds left in the first quarter.
Delsea fought back with a powerful running game of its own as Okoro scored twice in the first half - as did Schuhl - to trail by just 28-20 after an exciting opening half.
But bad news awaited the Crusaders (1-1) at the break as it was discovered that running back Austin Medley, who gained 72 yards on 12 carries in that first half, was lost for the rest of the game due to a concussion.
And when Okoro went down early in the third quarter for the Crusaders, their night seemed about as hopeless as the Mets' bullpen.
But coach Sal Marchese's squad did put together a 10-play, 62-yard drive that ate more than 6 minutes off the clock. It culminated with Derek Lewis' 9-yard TD run and that cut the Rams' lead to 28-26.
That's when momentum and Gloucester Catholic partnered. The Rams scored on the next possession, set up by Schuhl's bruising 24-yard run that led to Barlage's 1-yard plunge. After holding Delsea on its next possession, the Rams drove 79 yards for another score, this one a 4-yarder by Schuhl for a 41-26 lead with 3 minutes, 11 seconds left. A Delsea turnover led to a 20-yard scoring burst by Schuhl, and a defensive TD by Michael Rafferty on a fumble return finally ended the drubbing.
"We just felt like we needed to run the ball on Delsea, to control the clock," said the 6-1, 210-pound Schuhl. "I think we're a 50-50 team. We can pass the ball and we can run the ball. I think they were looking for the pass game, and that opened up the run game a little bit."
Actually, a lot bit. The Rams ran the ball 31 times for 251 yards, while Barlage went a pedestrian 6-for-15 for 103 yards.
"Pat does a great job of getting after-contact yards," Garczynski said. "After he gets hit by that first guy, he keeps going. He's one of the few backs you see like that. He's not going to run away from a lot of people. But he's not easy to get down."
"We did a good job of containing a very fast team," said nose guard Harry Amwake, who was in on a dozen tackles. "It's a shame Medley got hurt, but that helped us. We concentrated on keeping them from getting to the outside. And it worked."
And so did a little trickery. *
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
ME & MY BROTHERS FAVORITE MOVIE QUOTE (AFTER A 1/2 BOTTLE OF JAMESON'S IRISH WHISKEY)
[Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with a "FUCK YOU" written on it]
Monty Brogan: Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
Monty Brogan: Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
WHAT A DAD!!! ARE YOU SURE THIS HAPPENED IN WISCONSIN & NOT AT THE IRISH FALL FESTIVAL IN GLOUCESTER CITY...
A PREVIEW OF WHAT THE SPECTRUM WILL BECOME...
THE SPECTRUM WHICH WAS ONCE KNOWN AS "AMERICA'S SHOWPLACE" WILL BECOME SOMETHING LIKE THIS... PHILLY LIVE!!!
The SATs are being ignored more and more. Where was this in 1999???
Spielberg donates money to support gay marriage...
I LOVE THIS PIG...
WHAT TOOK THE DETROIT LIONS SO LONG TO PULL THE TRIGGER ON THIS????
Spielberg donates money to support gay marriage...
I LOVE THIS PIG...
WHAT TOOK THE DETROIT LIONS SO LONG TO PULL THE TRIGGER ON THIS????
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU SAW THIS COMING, BUT I WAS BLINDSIDED...
CLAY AIKEN HAS FINALLY ADMITTED TO BEING A HOMOSEXUAL. DON'T TELL ALL THE MIDDLE AGED FAT "CLAYMATES"!!!!
MIKE GOLIC'S SON BUSTED FOR UNDERAGE DRINKING IN SOUTH BEND...
Former Eagles D-lineman son Mike Golic, Jr. was arrested Sunday morning for underage drinking after Notre Dames pathetic loss to Michigan State. Mike Golic, Jr. is a freshman D-lineman for the Fightin' Irish...
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