While surfing the web looking at supercar videos I stumbled onto this video of the an Underground Racing Twin Turbo Lamborghini Gallardo just destroying all takers in a race last year. Here is a race by race run down: … Continue reading →
SOCHI, Russia—In the hours after gold-medal favorite Shani Davis finished nowhere near the podium, the U.S. speedskating team pored over data through the early morning Thursday, questioning everything from race strategy to skate blades. After an equally disastrous outcome in … Continue reading →
Money can’t buy happiness, but it’s a damn good down payment. This picture proves it.
Move over Scarface and George Jung because Dana Gold is now my favorite drug kingpin! What has this guy not accomplished in life? Overcoming a childhood deformity to become a talented basketball player? Check! Marrying an R&B songstress and bankrolling her to the top? Check! Making a million dollars a week moving work? Also check! My man Dana is just straight up victorious. 10 years in prison can’t hold him back. Just made him stronger and gave him time to get the script ready for his epic life story.
I cannot overstate how much I love this guy’s swag. Heck, I don’t even like the word “swag”, but there’s really no other word that encompasses what this dude has going on. “Don’t lie on me, so I won’t tell the truth on you?” Burn! Bro is so white chocolate that he makes Riff Raff seem suburban. The part about him dating Brooke Burke sealed it for me. I mean, we can all remember watching her on E! channel and wondering, “Who is lucky enough to date her?” Well, now we know. Dana Freaking Gold was. That’s who.
Slangin kilos, moving betting odds at the racetrack, and running through dimes all despite looking like a bug eyed cross between Kenny Powers and Johan Hill. I ain’t even mad at you Dana. I’m just in awe.
PS: Notice what he’s having for dinner in that video? Shrimp! 100% boss power move right there.
I was sitting watching some Olympic coverage and trying to make sense of just what a hot Anna Sidorova is when it hit me: Curling stones look exactly like the heads of the characters in that old cartoon the … Continue reading →
FORT BEND COUNTY, Texas — At Imperial Tattoo on Highway 6, owner Tony Wayne is inking something old that’s new again — My Little Pony. “I think altogether we’ve probably done 30 of them so far,” Wayne told us. The … Continue reading →
You can run, but you can officially no longer hide because the TrackingPoint rifle is here to make sure pretty much anyone in the world can smoke your ass from up to 1,000 yards out. This thing looks like something … Continue reading →
I don’t know about you, but I’m freaking stoked! The drought is over thanks to Erin Hamlin! America has finally taken home some Olympic hardware in the singles luge! YEAHAHAHA!!!!!! Haven’t been this happy about anything bronze since my baby … Continue reading →
So many thoughts right now. First off, how great is it that this video just gets directly to the point and answers the question we were all asking, “WTF is Anna Sidorova (a total hot) doing spending her free … Continue reading →
Highland Park is know for a lot of things: Being one of the Dallas area’s most correct addresses, the place where Dodge’s flamethrower Clayton Kershaw played his high school baseball, and recent local infamy as the site of a series of bomb threats that took months to resolve. But more than anything HP is known for snobbery, pure, unadulterated levels of it that would make Carlton Banks blush. (Yeah, think on that for a bit. Just what would a black one percenter have to be feeling to visibly blush? Quite a bit I’m guessing.) Anyway, keeping the douche train rolling is this stellar vanity plate. An HP plate with “HPRULZ” on it? That translates to “PLZ KEY” as soon as this whip leaves its home turf.
I’m watching Olympic couples figure skating going on in Sochi right now. Since each pair does a different routine there’s really no point in comparing them. Unless one pair falls or has a member get sliced by a skate the routines are pretty much the same. I decided the best way to address this is to award medals based on a combination of the hotness of the chicks and the archaic nature of the uniforms. That way we can all just admit what this event is: A global beauty pageant on ice.