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My “Finally! T Returns to Social Media!!!” Post

Needed a T sabbatical

My social media Lent sabbatical was March 9-April 24 2011. I was sick of Facebook and Twitter. People were annoying me. So I took a break. For 46 days! I’m a man of my word. And I don’t lie. For 46 days I stayed off the Big 2! But a lot has happened in the world in those 46 days. Important things. Big things. Stupid things. Regardless, all things that T would usually have a Facebook update and/or tweet ready to go to entertain the world like only T can! Here’s what went on and what I would’ve said on Facebook or Twitter at the time. In chronological order.

Tom Brady Dancing at Carnival Awkwardly in a Ponytail-”You’re killing me Smalls!”

Pope John Paul Got a Facebook Page-”I’m not liking this page until he puts up pics of a pimped out Pope Mobile. Put some Ds on that bitch!”

Charlie Sheen Announced His Tour-”If I buy tickets and he’s dead come show time I better get a damn refund. And you know this is going to suck right? RIGHT?! #justsaying”

People Playing Out Charlie Sheen-“All you assholes who are over using winning and tiger blood really fucked up a funny thing. Good job you unfunny, unoriginal dopes.”

The Earthquake and Tsunami-”This is insane. It’s getting tougher and tougher to debunk all those end of the world predictions made years ago by idiots. Scary.”

Gilbert Gottfried Fired By Aflac for His Tasteless Earthquake and Tsunami Comments-”Tasteless? Yes. But should he have been fired? No way. He’s a raunchy comedian. They knew that before they hired him. It’s not like it was Obama doing the duck voice and then tweeted those jokes. They knew what they were in bed with. Now there’s hope Ben Affleck can finally do the duck voice.”

14th Anniversary of the Death of The Notorious BIG-”Thumping “Ready to Die” and “Life After Death” non-stop! Baby Babaay! #nowplaying”

NFL Lockout-”Sundays suck now without football. Imagine come September through February? This is some bullshit. I blame the Jets. Go #Pats!”

Battle Los Angeles-”A poor man’s Independence Day meets Cloverfield. No story. Every stereotypical military movie character. And you never see a clear shot of the aliens. Stupid. But the shooting was done Saving Private Ryan style. Only highlight.”

The Bachelor Finale-”Ever notice how every women who claims she doesn’t need or want a man is so invested into this show? Hmmm. #denial #stoplying”

Snooki at Wrestlemania-”Is she fighting that dude that punched her off the stool?! If so I’m totally watching wrestling like it was 1988 again! Holla!”

Chicks Who Quote Snooki-“Speaking of Snooki. I don’t care how hot you are. If you’re quoting Snooki on #facebook and/or #twitter, you have nothing to offer the world. Or me. #justsaying”

Nate Dogg Died-”Somebody had to regulate. His name was Jesus. I’ll pour some out for you homie. At least Warren G can now restart the G Funk era.”

American Pie 4-”The entire original cast is returning. That’s crazy! How?! They’ve all become such busy superstars though since the last one! Oh wait.”

Rebecca Black-“I hope she and #JustinBieber get Japanese radiation poisoning. My fucking ears! #notnowplayingever”

St. Paddy’s Day-”Getting shit faced! Partying so hard right now!!! Um no. I’m a grown ass Italian man who’s lived in Boston his entire life. I don’t partake in amateur hour.”

Limitless-“A writer and a cocky asshole? I’m suing somebody. Decent flick though. Except the last 2 minutes. The movie’s screenwriter called the ending in.”

Twitter Turns 5 Years-Old-“5 years of making celebrities think they are more important than they really are while making everybody else dumber 140 characters at a time. #happybday #twitter”

Elizabeth Taylor Died-“I thought she died in 1990 so I didn’t have her in the celebrity death pool. Fucking Lindsay Lohan and Charlie Sheen better pull through ASAP!”

Boondock Saints 2-”Finally watched this sequel. Anybody from Boston who liked this piece of shit has never seen a good movie in their entire life. With the exception of a few exterior shots, this movie was not filmed in Boston just like the first piece of shit. It’s an insult to the accent, the city and it’s people. I might collect some dopes’ Boston cards on this. Disgrace.”

March Madness-“Rather spend my time on women. And making money. And not being a degenerate alcoholic gambler screaming about brackets. But that’s just me though. #marchmadness”

Libya-“Keep up the great work Obama. You’ll get a second term for sure. #sarcasmsomuch”

Lights Out Cancelled-“A boxing show with a shitty cast and a lame storyline gets cancelled?! No way!!!”

LOL and OMG Added to Oxford Dictionary-“I’m a grown ass man. I don’t use this shit. I use ;) . #stupid”

Lindsay Lohan Now Just Lindsay-“Lindsay Lohan wants to be known by one name. Just Lindsay. I’m sure GingerWhore or NonActor are available still Lindsay.”

Sucker Punch-“Little Orphan Annie meets Watchmen=A Big Pile of Shit with Hot Chicks Who Can’t Act. #movies.”

Talking Twin Babies-“Best thing I’ve seen with them http://www.buzzfeed.com/gavon/twin-babies-talk-about-the-bronx-zoo-cobra

New Wonder Woman-“See Megan Fox? If only you could act. And had normal thumbs. You would’ve been set for life baby. #callme”

Baseball Season!!!-“The #RedSox will win 100 games this season. Mark my words.”

Fuck Baseball Season!!!-“Unmark my words. After watching the first 3 games against the #Rangers, the #RedSox look like a bunch of assholes! New Sox. Same shitty pitching. #WTF”

The Boston Movie Trailer-“Best. Thing. Ever. http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/d41e5814a3/boston-movie-trailer

Charlie Sheen’s Tour Sucks-“Of course it does. What the fuck did you think you were going to see?!”

Kurt Cobain’s 17th Anniversary-”Was never into grunge really. He was talented. But the man killed himself. I have no love or respect for anybody who commits suicide. He checked out on life because he was a pussy. Pathetic.”

Bill and Ted 3-“Oh for fucks sake Hollywood. Really?! #enough”

Possible Government Shutdown-“Wait. I thought the government shutdown in 2008??? When did they get back to work? Could’ve fooled me.”

The Red Sox Win-“Fucking finally! 156-6 baby!!! Wooooo!!!!”

Your Highness-“Pineapple Express and Lord of the Rings had a retarded baby. Awful. Kenny Powers and Natalie Portman’s sweet little ass couldn’t save this movie. And can somebody please banish James Franco from Hollywood?”

Boston Sports!-“The Sox are getting it together. Bruins playing Montreal in 1st rd playoffs. Celtics playing New York in 1st rd playoffs. It’s a great time to be a Boston sports fan!”

Scream 4-“Kevin Williamson is back at the genre he started and continuing the story. Nothing new but still decent. The best is how he makes fun of the whole reboot/remake/sequel phase Hollywood is in within a movie sequel making fun of a movie within a movie. Smart. And nicely done. Not sure how good the next 2 Screams will be though.”

4/20-“Anybody over the age of 22 celebrating this day and bragging about smoking weed is a complete fucking tool.” #fuck420

Easter-“The Easter Bunny didn’t bring you a stupid basket. He brought you the return of T. The gift that keeps on giving!” #finallyThasreturned

If you’re not a fan of the t-blawg Facebook page and you’re not following me on Twitter. You’re missing out! Because nobody does social media like T. Nobody!!!

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “T Does New York City in 3 Paragraphs” Post

Shady street vendors were my favorite

*I’ve decided to do a series of blog posts that capture my travels throughout my life. In 3 paragraphs. I’ll post them every once in a while. Some places I’ve been to a few times, others only once. And some I will probably never go back to because of what went down there.

This is the big one! This Boston guy does New York City. What is my take on NYC? It’s one big contradiction really. From how it started for me to how I feel about the city today and everything in between. I started going down to NYC when I was 16 years old. My cousin and I spent many Summer weekends there getting into shit during our mid to late teen years. Even with the Boston/NY rivalry between the cities’ teams and people, we really enjoyed going to this version of NYC. The New York City I’m talking about was old school, more dirty than it is now, before Giuliani cleaned it up, before Snoop came through and crushed the buildings, before Gotti went in the can, when Pac & Biggie were beefing and you could get anything new and/or bootlegged on any street corner New York City! We went down to NYC for fun, money-making schemes and a shit load of trouble. And by trouble, let’s just say one of those 7 famous incidents where I should’ve died took place in NYC. In the back of a shady restaurant. Over some stupid shit. Fun. But very stupid.

The first time my cousin and I got off the Greyhound bus we immediately went looking for bootleg Rolex watches and bombarded a businessman holding a briefcase standing at the corner. We slapped the briefcase asking “Watchu got in there man?!” He thought we were trying to rob him because he ran. Guess he worked on Wall St. and wasn’t a street vendor. Our bad. I blame movies and rap music for my first impressions of NYC. I used to go down there and treat the city like it was my own personal playground. At that time you could walk into a liquor store and buy 40s and drink them in Times Square out of paper bags at the ages of 14 & 16 while ordering food in a McDonald’s. I know this because that’s what my cousin and I did. Boy did people stare. Another time we also managed to eat and drink for free by putting our tab on some couple’s bill at the All-Star Café. That place was like Planet Hollywood but with athletes. We Beantown hustled that one. Another time we stayed at the Millennium and had “hot” calling card numbers to which we used to call everybody back home in Boston. Our other buddies came down the next day and we robbed the hotel’s liquor cabinets and drank booze and ate fancy cheeses all the way back home on the bus to Boston. I don’t know why honestly.

While there are many more experiences that were also insane during those dirty teenage NYC years, things changed the older I got. Those trips were replaced with business trips and sports trips once I graduated college and entered corporate America. NYC itself changed. In my eyes, it became very corporate, gimmicky and overrated. Boston’s teams and the city of Boston itself came up and the rivalry grew. I hated this “new” New York. That is, up until this past January. I went down to NYC to see a good friend. One of my “Bullpen” girls. She took me around the city to some fun spots. With some of her great friends. During a Jets/Colts playoffs weekend mind you! And you know what? I had a great time. Yep. I did. Not ashamed to admit it. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was the cool people I met. Maybe it was the good food and lots of booze. Maybe it was me getting older and not holding onto grudges. I don’t know. All I do know is, this Boston guy has to admit that he kind of likes New York City. But I love Boston the best.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “When a Guy is Sick Guide” Post

I'm sick. Go home.

A guy will kill a spider for you. A guy will open a door for you. A guy will wait 9 hours for you to get pretty. A guy will run around in mall and errand hell for you while you get your shit done. A guy will listen to you as you complain about your girlfriends, co-workers, invisible love handles, the wrong Dancing With The Stars elimination, how your family is trying to vote you out of it, how your kickboxing class being cancelled messed up your month…we’ll do anything. We’ll be there. We care. No really. But when a guy is sick? All that shit goes out the window! And IF YOU WON’T TAKE CARE OF US, LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE!!! Real men are tough. Loyal. Caring. Fun. But when we’re sick? We are the biggest cry babies in the world! I’ll go on record on this right here! Guys handle most things in life pretty fucking well, but when it comes to being sick, we suck. Women handle being sick way better than us. We need attention. We need to be served on hand and foot. I know. It’s sad. But true. But if you can’t help make us better, then stay the hell away until we get better because we are real fuckers when we’re sick. We hate you. We hate ourselves. We hate everything.

I’m a healthy guy. I never get sick. I go 18 hours a day. Gym, work, women, networking, sports games, running around Boston…daily. I’m a beast. But I have a good diet and a great immune system. And I heal fast as fuck. I’m like Wolverine. Seriously. But I always get a bad cold once every 2 years like clockwork. It never fails. But I always try to stop it before it becomes a full-blown cold. I need 48 hours to nip this shit in the bud. And if I don’t catch it, I know I will turn into Miserable Fucker T. Because I’m the biggest asshole on the planet when I’m sick. I don’t want to be bothered. Just give me my couch, my TV and a bunch of soup, juice and tea. If you’re not playing nurse then don’t call me. Don’t text. Don’t stop by. I’ll only talk to my mother, sister and my cousin/best pal. So I can act like a baby on the phone and tell them how sick I am. Yep. Pathetic. I know. And every guy is this way when they’re sick. If they say otherwise, they’re lying douches. I know other guys are this way too because when a buddy is sick I’ll fuck with them to come out. They’ll text back “Dude! You know I’m sick! WTF?! Stop asking me to come out. Shit.” Haha. Because I do that too. We have to let the whole world know we’re sick.

So if I can’t nip my sickness once that itchy, scratchy thing in the back of my mouth starts happening with my Emergen-C, Airborne, Vitamin Water self medicated combo in the first 48 hours, here’s what a woman can do to help a sick man without getting hit with our sick guy asshole wrath. At this time I only love my couch and pillow. Not you. Sports Center is now my second love. Maybe a movie like Heat or Goodfellas will cheer me up if you put it into the DVD player for me. Don’t ask how I’m feeling more than once. Don’t touch my remote control. Don’t cuddle with me on the couch. Get oooofffff! You can try making me soup. But like 9 different kinds of varying temperatures until I try each one and pick the winner after you test feed them to me. Fluff my pillow. Gently. Please don’t talk. At all. Just nod with consoling sympathy puppy eyes. Then get out. You can’t stay. I’ll call you when I have the strength to press my thumb again. Don’t dare call me! I will smash my phone! In about 3 days, I’ll be back to normal. Being the manly man who you like again. And let’s never talk about how much of baby I was while I was sick ever again. Not to each other. Not to anybody. This is key. Now you know how to handle a guy when he’s sick.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “Social Media-I’m All Set” Post

Enough!!!

I usually write t-blawg posts months out in advance. In case you were wondering about the method to my mad….um awesomeness. But I’m writing this one fresh and off the cuff. I need to address something that has been bothering me. You see, I was raised Catholic. I’m Italian. So. But I’ve grown a disdain for all organized religion and all the bullshit that comes along with it. I’m not getting into it here. This is t-blawg. We all know what you came here for. So let’s just say that I don’t really partake in religious activities. I haven’t in years. But for some reason I decided to give up something for Lent this year. And what I’ve given up is social media. That’s right. Well mainly I’ve given up Facebook and Twitter. Why social media you say? Why not sports? Women? Being awesome? Because that shit would just be impossible! No social media for 46 days? That I can do.

As much as I enjoy social media, I chose to give up the Big 2 for the duration of Lent because I just can’t fucking take people on Facebook and Twitter anymore! All they do is talk about stupid shit. About what they’re constantly doing at every given fucking second. What they’re eating. Why their job sucks. Who they hate. Why they hate them. Every second. “Eating a bagel”. Every second. “This Bachelor this season is an asshole!” Every second. “My commute was brutal again today!” Every second. “Why am I still awake right now?!” Every second. Joe Fuckface Just Checked into CVS…Just Checked into The Gym…Just Checked into His Work….Just Checked into His House….Just Checked into Rehab. Mary NeedleTits is now the Mayor of Whoreville…Mary NeedleTits Just Opened Her Legs Badge…..WHO GIVES A FUCK?! You have a lot of balls thinking each one of your friends, family members and followers want to know this stupid shit every single second. ENOUGH! I need a break from it all. Social media was intended to connect people. Introduce you to new products. Entertain you with information that you can share with others while growing in a positive direction. YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!!! This is not interesting. It’s not entertaining. And don’t give me that, “Just turn off their updates” bullshit. Because if we do that to each other, then what’s the point of even being Facebook friends? If we turn each other off, then we might as well delete each other I say. And how the hell are you living and enjoying your life when you’re constantly updating your shit while you’re out and supposed to be having fun?! How about you try focusing more on your social life, not your social media life ok? Or take that shit and go to the social media sites out there made specifically for stuff like that. Like here where you can vent about your job.  Great site! ;). But keep it off the Big 2 for fucks sake.

So for 46 days I’m not partaking in it. I know. I know. So many of you love my Facebook updates and awesome tweets but you’re going to have to live without good old T for awhile. For 46 days I will not go on any of my personal or t-blawg Facebook pages or Twitter accounts. I’m on a damn sabbatical. I’m only going to post my world-famous and beloved blog posts every Monday until April 24th. Easter Sunday I’ll make my epic return to the world of social media. If you know me in the real world and need to get me, pick up the phone. I certainly won’t answer. But it’ll make my cold little heart feel good. Or text me. Or just make an attempt to see me in person! Get off Facebook. Get off Twitter. Stop it. And if you only know me on here, then submit a comment. I’ll answer. I’m hoping that when I come back things will be different. Or at least I’ll be a little more tolerant. Or a bunch of people will have deleted me, doing my ass a favor! But until then, as far as social media goes for the duration of Lent, I’m all set.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “T Does Niagara Falls in 3 Paragraphs” Post

Back to you fuckers!!!

*I’ve decided to do a series of blog posts that capture my travels throughout my life. In 3 paragraphs. I’ll post them every once in a while. Some places I’ve been to a few times, others only once. And some I will probably never go back to because of what went down there.

Niagara Falls is what I like to call “Frozen Vegas”. It’s kind of like a backwards, bizarro Vegas with lots of ice and those crazy oddball Canadians with their pretend Monopoly game money. But it has the casinos, the sports, the hotels, the gambling and of course the dirty ass strippers like Vegas. I’ve been to Niagara Falls on the Canadian side a couple of times. My sports buddies and I like to do our almost semi-annual trip to watch the Patriots shit all over the Buffalo Bills. We book the 3 day weekend getaway around the game but the game itself is such a small part. We used to stay in Buffalo itself but then we realized that Buffalo sucked. The team. The people. The city. All suck. There’s nothing there! So one year we decided to stay in Niagara Falls and that changed everything. Because that place is so weird but awesome!

Niagara Falls itself is just a giant stupid hole with water. Seriously. And nobody goes over the damn thing in a barrel! I was pissed when I found that out! Fucking rip off. All you do is go over to the railing and look at the stupid water. That brings me no joy. Where the strippers at yo?! The only thing I liked doing was pulling a Bruce Almighty and saying to every stranger I met at that stupid hole “BACK TO YOU, FUCKERS!!!”. It was hilarious. All 200 million times that me and my buddies said it on the trip. Yeah. We were those annoying, drunken American sports guys. So what. We could kick all of Canada’s asses. But mostly before and after the annual trashing that the Pats give the Bills, we spend most of our time gambling, drinking and at strip clubs.

Vegas may have hotter strippers, but in Canada these crazy Canadian chicks work hard for that Monopoly money. And us drunken Americans for some reason don’t acknowledge pink and teal bills with chickens and riverboats on them as real money. So we just stupidly give that shit away. I won’t get into it here. Again, Bro Code. But these strippers do some awesome acrobatic nasty moves for that money. And that alone is pure entertainment. Factor in the money you just won at the casino and the joy of being in another country where everybody says “Eh” and “Aboot” after watching your team kick some ass, you got yourself one hell of a guys 3 day sports weekend baby! Niagara Falls is an entertaining yet weird place and I enjoy myself every time I go there. Because having fun on a guys trip is what it’s all aboot. But I love Boston the best. Eh.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “Greatest Moments of My Asshole Era” Post

My Asshole Era

After my evil yet contradicting good student era from birth through the age of 13, I entered my asshole era. Now I was still a good student but outside of school around friends and even sometimes around complete strangers as well, I was an asshole. I can admit that now. From the ages of 14-24, I was a complete asshole. To everyone. Just because. My friends were also assholes, but I was definitely king asshole. I made a lot of enemies at that time. I still apologize to this day for being an asshole. I’ve matured. Became a man. And really started to get my shit together and treat people better. I stopped doing the asshole things that I would do for no reason. I just did them. I was an angry bastard. Thankfully, I lightened the hell up and stopped being an asshole. Here are 10 reasons why I was an asshole. I did a lot worse than what’s on this list, but I can’t reveal those acts of assholeness to the world. Due to not wanting to incriminate myself and my pals. The following are some serious asshole moments. Read at your own discretion. I’m no longer like this. But these are some heavy asshole moments that might make you think otherwise. Enjoy. Did I mention I used to be an asshole?

10. Snapped on a dead chick
My cousin met his future wife when we were all in college together. She would try to include me in their activities by putting together nights out with them and her single girlfriends so I could still hang out with my cousin while she and I got to know each other as well. I was too much of an asshole to appreciate the gesture at the time so I was mean to all of her friends. And one of them I was a little extra mean to one night. I was in a bad mood as usual and the 3 of us went to get roast beef sandwiches. I didn’t want to sit with them because I was pissy. So I sat 2 tables away. By myself. In the empty restaurant. Yeah. Seriously. My cousin had just met his girlfriend’s friend that night, just like me. She decided to break the ice with my cousin by telling him the story about how she had “died” when she was younger and was brought back to life by doctors that saved her. I didn’t hear anything else as I ate. I just heard that she said she had died. And for some reason it bothered me that she had died. So I shouted out across the tables “YOU DIED?! Who the fuck fucking dies?! So stupid.” I didn’t even make eye contact. I just said this out loud. Into my roast beef sandwich. The place went silent. She cried. My cousin and his girlfriend were pissed. Really pissed. Can’t blame them.

 

9. Called the police to break up a party. A party I was still at.
My buddy met a chick. So we all went to her house to party. When we got there, she was hot. Her friends all looked like linebackers for the Patriots. We drank. I got angry. We got bored. My buddy didn’t want to leave because she was hot. And he didn’t want us to leave him. So I decided to break up the party by calling the police. I went into the kitchen by myself and dialed 911. Told them “I’m stuck at a boring party with ugly chicks. We’re all underage and drinking. Sex is next. You better come do something about it.” The cops showed up 5 minutes later and told the girl that somebody had called from inside the house complaining about the party. The cops made all us guys leave. That’s how asshole T broke up whack ass parties yo!

 

 

8. Drank a keg and then strangled a dude in a moving car, in a tunnel
We ended up at a lame ass party in college. Degenerate pill poppers. No hot chicks. And a keg of beer that nobody was drinking. I was with my cousin, his girlfriend, 2 of her girlfriends and 1 of their douchebag guy friends. We were bored. My cousin dared me to drink the keg by myself. I accepted the challenge. I always accepted his challenges. It kept life interesting! I got down like 27 beers in 90 minutes. We left. The 6 of us piled into the car. I was the only drunk one. My cousin’s girlfriend was driving. Her friend between us. My cousin, the other girl and the douchebag were in the back. The douchebag started to say shit to me. I warned him. My cousin then warned him. My cousin’s girlfriend then warned him. He kept on running his mouth. We all knew what was going to happen next. As we drove through a tunnel I lunged half way over the backseat and started to strangle him. I latched on with a kung-fu death grip! My cousin’s girlfriend was all over the road in the tunnel. Her friends and my cousin tried to pull me off him to no avail. Finally we got out of the tunnel. She pulled over. My cousin ran out and grabbed my feet to pull me out of the car. Just in time too. He was on his last breath. Good times. Last time I ever tried to drink a whole keg by myself.

 

 

7. Removed pothole signs and caused a lot of damage
I had a job in college where I designed all different types of signs. One night, myself, my buddy, my cousin and his girlfriend got smashed. The 4 of us couldn’t find anything to do so we played Asshole. With a giant bottle of SoCo. We played like 5 hands and got absolutely smashed! We went for a walk around school looking for some shit to get into. We walked by a bunch of signs in the road and we started to throw them over the fence. Just because. A few minutes later we heard a slam. Then another. And another. A hubcap rolled by us. We turned around and 8 cars had flat tires. Turns out those signs were there to warn drivers about the giant construction holes in the road. Better yet, turned out that I made those same signs earlier that day in work. D’oh!

 

 

6. Took baseball bat to buddy’s car
Every year my buddy would throw parties at his house when his parents went on vacation in the Summer. One night I got absolutely hammered and backed out of the driveway into my other buddy’s car like 6 times in a row. I laughed. Hey I was drunk. And we both drove shit boxes. The next day my buddy decided to get back at me and gently backed into my shit box with his shit box for some innocent playful payback. I didn’t appreciate that. So as all of our friends watched, I got out of my car, looked at my car, there was no damage but the fact that he had the balls to do that drove me insane. I went to my trunk and got my trusty baseball bat. I chased him. He ran into his car. Locked the door. So I baseball batted the shit out of his car. He struggled to start his car up. Finally he did. As he sped away I threw the baseball bat at his car. I missed and it slammed off a parked car. The neighbor’s parked car. Who had just saw what had transpired and didn’t say a word to any of us out of shock and fear for her life.

 

5. Unintentionally threatened old lady with “The Club”
I commuted to college. I would park my car on a side street near the train station and take the train into school in downtown Boston. I came home from class one day and found a giant note on my windshield. It said, “Stop fucking parking your car here in front of my house every day. I’ll kick your ass.” I looked at the house I was parked in front of. Read the note again. Crumpled it up. Dropped my book bag. Took “The Club” off of my steering wheel and used it to knock on the door of the house. An old lady answered. “Yes. Can I help you?” she said. I said “Who left this note on my car?” She said “What note?” I said “The one threatening me. Was it your son?! Do you have a son???” She said “Yes. But he’s not home.” She was scared. I said “Well I’m going to kill him when he comes home.” I held my red “Club” up to the door to let her know I meant business. And nodded. She slammed the door while saying “Oh Jesus. I’m calling the cops!” I didn’t want to deal with the po-po so I left but planned on coming back for my revenge. I went home and called my cousin and told him the story. He laughed his ass off. More than usual after I told him one of my asshole moments. I said “What’s so funny? Somebody’s gonna die.” He said “T. I left the note on your car!” Son of a bitch. That poor old lady.

 

4. Provoked my boss to the point where he tried to assassinate me
When I was 15 I had a Summer job where I got paid shit money to clean up our neighborhood of East Boston. My cousin was 13 and he and I managed to get onto the same crew. We hated it. We hated the other kids we worked with. They hated us. We mostly hated our boss though. He was an alcoholic and my cousin and I fucked with him every day. He tried telling us what to do but we never listened. So one day he had enough. He made us get into his car and dropped us off by ourselves away from the rest of the crew. He handed us some weed whackers and rakes and threw some garbage bags into the middle of the street next to us and told us to clean the backyard of a crack house. He pointed to the middle of the street and said “Don’t move. Stand right here. In the street. I’ll be right back.” He drove away. Confused, my cousin and I looked at each other. Dropped the tools in the street. I said “Fuck him. We ain’t doing shit.” My cousin laughed and we walked to the curb and took a much needed break. As soon as we did that, a car zipped up the one way street and another car zipped down it. The two of them collided head on where we were told to stand! The two drivers looked at us and sped away. Leaving metal debris, gas, oil and shit everywhere. We couldn’t believe what just happened! My cousin goes “Holy shit! What the fuck just happened?!” I said “I’ll tell you what happened! Our fucking asshole boss just tried to have us killed!!! That was a hit gone bad!” Then our boss pulled up. He said “What happened here?” I said “You know what happened motherfucker. You tried to kill us. I’m onto you, you son of a bitch.” He looked at me and said “Clean up this mess.” And drove away. My cousin and I picked up one of the car bumper’s and threw it through the crack house window. Then hurled the tools. Then we went home for the day and split a sub. Like it was just another normal day for us.

 

 

3. Totaled my car on a rampage filled night
Long story short. I was 18. I packed my car with my buddies. We drove to the mall. Got drunk outside of the mall. Fought security guards inside of the mall. And outside of the mall. Got questioned by the police. We then went to the high school dance of some chick I was kicking it to and my cousin started waiving a gun out the car window as we did donuts in the parking lot. My other buddy was doing donuts as well. I cut him off. He crashed into a snow bank. We laughed. We went to Papa Gino’s. My buddy rapped Wu-Tang on the “Table 9, your pizza is ready” microphone at the front counter. We got kicked out. We went next door to Friendly’s. The girl working alone had to pee. We told her we’d watch the place. We stole all 25 of the “Happy Birthday” ice cream cakes out of the freezer while she peed. We went back to the car. Threw the cakes at every single person and thing we saw on the highway. Then as we headed back home to East Boston, we saw a kid we didn’t like walking alone. All of our heads were turned watching him as we contemplated killing him. SMASH!!! A lady blew a stop sign and crashed into us! My shit box car was totaled. We got out of the car like a pack of hyenas and jumped onto her hood. We didn’t know there was a lady inside. We calmed down once we saw her crying. Another guy got out of his car and yelled at us. We went after him like maniacs. He left. The cops came. We hid the weapons. The cakes. The booze. We were all actually injured but we didn’t want any problems with the law on paper, because we were asshole punks and some of us weren’t supposed to be there. A cop wanted to drive my car to get it off the road. NOBODY drove my car but me. So I drove it a half mile home. Totaled. And wounded. What a night.

 

 

2. Left a family for dead to go eat a sandwich
I worked my ass off in college. I went to school full time. I paid bills around the house. Finally had a nice car at this point. Everything I had, I paid for on my own. I worked like 3 jobs. I stayed busy yo. It was finals. I had just taken my last final. Classes were done. All I wanted to do was get back to East Boston and get a delicious chicken parm sub from Sonny Noto’s, eat, then sleep. I got my sub and started to head back to my car. As I hit my car alarm to unlock the door, a car came flying down the street, hit a parked car, flipped over and landed upside down on the other side of the street on the sidewalk. I couldn’t believe what I just saw. It was the middle of the day. Nobody was around. I ran up to the car holding my chicken parm sub. There were four people in the car. No blood that I could see. The car wasn’t on fire or anything. I couldn’t smell gas. These are signs movies taught me to look for! But the people in the car couldn’t get out. They looked at me. I looked at them. I looked at my sub. They were yelling in Spanish. The woman yelled “Meester meester!”. I looked at my sub again. “Meester meester!!!” I knew that if I helped, I would never get out of there to eat my hot sub. The police, ambulances, fire trucks and news people would’ve blocked me in. I would’ve had to answer questions and shit. Would’ve been there for friggin’ hours! I thought about all this. Fuck that! I had no desire to be Superman that day. I wanted to be a hungry, tired college kid. I looked at them and said, “Look. I know you don’t understand me. But I’m hungry! And I’m tired. I have to go. You’ll be ok. I can hear the sirens now. I have to go. I want to eat my sub. Ok?” I held up the sub and showed it to them and gave them a thumbs up. They all looked at me. Confused. They watched me run to my car. I got in and as I pulled out, I rolled down my window and pointed down the street to let them know help was almost there. I gave them one more thumbs up. And a reassuring wink and a comforting smile. Then peeled the fuck out! I went home and ate my sub. Then I took a nice long nap. My mother later came home and said “Did you hear about that big car accident on Bennington street today?” I said, “Yeah. I was there. The whole thing happened right in front of me. I could’ve rescued some people. But I ate my sub instead.” My mother wasn’t shocked. At all.

 

 

1. Killed an old man
Technically, there isn’t any real evidence that I killed him. Per say. But when I was in college I had a great job working for a rent a car company. I got paid good money to drive new cars all day all over Boston and out-of-state. I was in a union and worked with a bunch of different guys. Some weird as hell. Mostly degenerates. And a lot of old guys. I used to bust everybody’s balls there. I mean to the point where management would have to step in. I was a real fucker. I busted one old guy’s balls so much that he died. Seriously. I busted his balls to death!!! His name was Angelo. He didn’t like my ball busting. So I would bust his balls even more. Then he told on me. I was mad. So I said to Angelo “You have no fucking sense of humor. You are a miserable old bastard. I hope you die.” The next day I came into work and was told Angelo had done just that. He died. My stomach dropped. I told an old man to die. And he actually died. That was assholeness at it’s most assholeness. I never ever told anybody to die again. That’s why this is #1. RIP Angelo. I hope you found a sense of humor in heaven. Or hell. ZING!

My asshole era. Did it. Learned from it. Made me a better man. My asshole era.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “Marriage Pail List” Post

You should have a damn Marriage Pail!

So many people jumped on the “Bucket List” bandwagon after that awful movie came out. A bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you die. Before you kick the bucket. Get it? Good. I’m going to live a long ass time. And I’ve accomplished a lot already. But so much left to do. Before I’m married. There are things you can and only should do while you’re single. And in some people’s eyes, marriage equals death anyways. So I came up with my “Marriage Pail List”. The things I want to do before I get married and single T dies. Some seem easily accomplishable. Others seem downright fucking nuts. But that’s how I roll. I present my “Marriage Pail List”. Another original T creation!

Visit the mother country. Italy. And rock it like Russell Crowe did in “A Good Year”. Except with Italians and not with those French people like he did in France.

See at least 3 Wonders of the World. Including Kim Kardashian’s ass and Katy Perry’s boobs.

Learn how to play craps and then win and lose at least $350K.

Learn how to ride a motorcycle and jump some barrels behind a fast food joint ala “Fonzie” style. Heeyyyyyy.

Build something that I will use. Probably a weapon of sorts.

Bang twins. At the same time.

Get into a fight with an 80s WWF wrestler and finish him off with a “Rotunda” elbow.

Fight Jason Giambi. One more time.

Jump out of an airplane “Johnny Utah” style. Vaya con dios brah.

Steal a car one last time. Just because.

Bang the one I never did because I messed up by banging her friend instead.

Go fishing for sharks. Catch one. Then baseball bat its head in once I get it on board the boat.

Get married and then immediately divorce a reigning Playboy Playmate of the Year in Vegas.

Win the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay.

Put Brian Austin Green into an omoplata in front of Megan Fox and make him cry.

Surf at least once. Also like “Johnny Utah”.

Join the mafia.

Have a conversation with Kevin Smith, Howard Stern, Matt Stone & Trey Parker and Quentin Tarantino.

Join the Mile High Club with a former Disney starlet slampig.

Have a dance off with MC Hammer. Dressed as MC Hammer. Fucking awesome.

Make at least $100 million from one of my fantastic, entertaining creations.

Punch Justin Bieber dead in the middle of his fucking face.

Go back in time in a flying Delorean. With Doc.

Find out if they put crack in Nutella. That shit is good!

Learn how to play only Tupac songs on the piano.

Perform Big Pimpin’ with Jay-Z on stage. Then go in the back and bang Beyonce while he’s on stage performing the rest of his songs.

Set all the animals free in a zoo then watch all the videos of them attacking people on YouTube.

Run the bases in Fenway. Backwards.

Send my mother on an all expenses paid trip to Tahiti for as long as she wants.

Get into a life or death situation like Indiana Jones where my “T” hat falls off as I barely roll under a lowering stone wall with enough time to grab my hat before it closes.

Get into an argument and use George Costanza’s “Well the jerk store called and they said they’re running out of you!” insult. Owned!

Convince Eddie Murphy to go back to being funny Eddie Murphy and do a stand up show old school “Raw” style.

Get every asshole mascot banned from professional sports.

Crash on an island with Kate from LOST. Kill Sawyer and Jack right away. I’m not stupid.

Host my own late night talk show.

Put out a celebrity sex tape with Sofia Vergara and tweet about it. Constantly.

Find out why Entourage turned to shit and make somebody pay for it in blood.

Start a channel that only plays tv shows starring Tiffani Amber Thiessen.

Find out how ALF ended. I can’t remember.

Find and enter the world’s biggest UNO tournament and fuck shit up!

Learn how to speak a language fluently that isn’t English, Italian or Bostonian.

Find a crashed spaceship from out of space. Somewhere. Anywhere.

Drive cross-country from Boston to Los Angeles in an old ass convertible and rock each and every fucking town I enter. T style.

That’s my “Marriage Pail List”. If you don’t have one, start one. Now. And if you’re married and living a life of regret, get divorced and start one. You only get one go around in this life. Make it count. T style of course.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “T Does South Beach in 3 Paragraphs” Post

T Did South Beach

*I’ve decided to do a series of blog posts that capture my travels throughout my life. In 3 paragraphs. I’ll post them every once in a while. Some places I’ve been to a few times, others only once. And some I will probably never go back to because of what went down there.

I’ve only been to South Beach once in my life. And it was only for a day. I know, I know. It bothers me too. But let me tell you about that one day trip. It was for 27 hours. And every hour was put to use. One of my boys and I booked a trip on a cruise to the Bahamas with some other friends that left Miami on a Friday. So my pal and I decided to leave Boston a day earlier to go to South Beach before we had to get on the cruise and join everybody else. We left Logan that Thursday morning on the first flight out of Boston. We landed and got to our hotel the Old Colony at 8:00AM. At 8:01AM we found out that Happy Hour was every hour! We ordered 2 of the largest Scorpion Bowls known to man. In Boston the bars don’t open until 11AM. To actually drink that early in that weather in that city made us think we were in heaven. And we were. The party started early and never ended.

After a couple of hours of Happy Hour boozing and hurting our necks looking at the quality of women strutting up and down Ocean Drive we went to the liquor store and packed a cooler to hit the beach. Topless beach that is. While South Beach is on par with Vegas and LA for hot chicks, there was the occasional old cougar topless on the beach. But it wasn’t that bad. She was 50 years old, her boobs were young at like 7 years old. This place is like Implant Central! It was awesome. We spent hours drinking, chatting to ladies and tanning on the beach. And I didn’t have any sun block. What a dumb move. This caused some serious dementia later on that night and on the upcoming cruise. I had like 3rd degree burns on my head. Whatever. The booze numbed the pain. We power napped for like 12 minutes back at the hotel and then got ready for more partying. We hit the Clevelander, met some hotties, drank some more, hit up more spots, I flirted with a hot ass Russian KGB spy/restaurant hostess, saw some sick cars, drank some more, then finally slowed down for an awesome meal. South Beach has some great food from what I remember. The sun set and night there is equal as or more awesome than South Beach during the day.

After our meal, we walked up and down the strip just taking in the ambience of this awesome place. I stumbled upon a Cuban Cigar guy. Never one to pass up the opportunity to haggle with a street vendor by showboating my sales skills, I bought a Cuban cigar. My first cigar ever. It was good. I was drunk. I think it was laced with hash. I have no fucking idea. So at this point in the trip I’m on booze, no sleep, a hashish laced cigar, sunstroke and dehydration. So what do we do? We think we’re Crockett & Tubbs and hit up Mansion where they filmed the Miami Vice movie. We Boston talked our way through the line of course. Ballin’!!! Oddly enough we ran into some Boston chicks inside that knew us from back home. Weird. Then blew them off for the chicks we met earlier at the Clevelander. One of the chicks was hot as hell and gave me a shot of Yager. I hate Yager. I did the shot though. You never turn down a hot chick’s shot. Never. Aaaand that was the point where everything went black. I woke up the next morning in her hotel room with my buddy calling my cell asking where I was and that we were going to miss the boat. In the following order I got her number, then I got her name, asked her where I was, then I asked her if she roofied me because that shot of Yager blacked me the fuck out. And I don’t black out. Ever. I ran back to my hotel. And we left to get the boat. There were a lot of things that led to my South Beach blackout. Some good. Some bad. Either way, I need to go back. Maybe more than 27 hours this time. South Beach is a trip. Pun intended. But I love Boston the best.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “Top 10 Future Celebrity Ex-Wives” Post

Arianny Celeste. They don't get any better.

I’m close to the Hollywood dream. It’s true. My writing is so money and I know it. I just have to convince some other people it is and I’ll be living large. And when that happens I plan on settling down with some famous hot ass chick. I’m thinking it’ll take me at least 10 times to get it right. At least. Because I’m a lot to deal with. I’m picky. I’m crazy. And I have ridiculously high almost unattainable standards. So here are my future celebrity ex-wives. Why? Just because. Every dude has a top 10 celebrity chick list. Seriously. It’s Man Law. He’s lying if he says he doesn’t.

10. Sofia Vergara
Wifey Material:
Most people are just turning onto her now because of Modern Family. My boys and I used to watch her every Saturday on Telemundo in high school. So we go way back. She can cook, dance and she’s already a MILF. A great first famous wife I say!
Cause of Divorce: Her Colombian accent and my Boston accent will piss us both off due to lack of communication. The cute will become annoying so fast.

9. Adriana Lima
Wifey Material: I love Brazilian model chicks. I dated a Brazilian yoga fanatic once. She got deported. But she wasn’t a rich Victoria’s Secret model like Adrianna.
Cause of Divorce: A younger, hotter, even more Brazilian Victoria’s Secret model most likely.

8. Zuzana The YouTube Workout Girl
Wifey Material: She’s a fitness freak and has one of the tightest bodies on the planet. Maybe in the universe. I’m a gym nut so this would make sense.
Cause of Divorce: I’m also Italian and I like my food so she would probably piss me off once she takes away my pasta, gravy and bread.

7. Ashley Greene
Wifey Material: I refuse to watch Twilight. I was turned onto Ashley thanks to my buddy that runs Egotastic.com. She is young, hot and an actress. I’ll write a movie for her.
Cause of Divorce: She’ll probably be a bigger star than me and that will cause me to bang one of the other Twilight chicks out of spite. Sad but true.

6. Mila Kunis
Wifey Material: She’s the total package. Hot, rich, famous, foreign, brunette with nice eyes. Perfect!
Cause of Divorce: She is also pretty damn funny on Family Guy. But my house can only have one powerful funny person. And that would be me! See ya Meg Griffin!

5. Rihanna
Wifey Material: She’s hot. Tatted up. Rich. And sings. Yahtzee!!!
Cause of Divorce: I would definitely run around the house all day saying “Umbrella-ella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh…..” Because I’m an asshole. While I would never get sick of it, she most likely will.

4. Maria Menounos
Wifey Material: Boston hottie that likes the same teams as me?! Holla! This is a keeper!
Cause of Divorce: Only because she is friends with Dane Cook. And I hate Dane Cook.

3. Olivia Munn
Wifey Material: Hot, smart and a quadruple threat! TV, movies, writer, sexy. Has a hit blog. She’s like the female me. Except with a nice friggin’ rack.
Cause of Divorce: She likes going to nerdy Comic Con and shit. They wear costumes there. She wears costumes there. And we all know I hate people in costumes. It’s documented. Sorry Olivia. You could’ve been a contender.

2. Megan Fox
Wifey Material: She is the hottest girl to ever exist in the history of existence!!!
Cause of Divorce: Two big reasons…those fucking creepy toe thumbs. Makes me shiver. And she likes losers. Sorry I’m not Brian Austin fucking Green AKA David Silver.

1. Arianny Celeste
Wifey Material: Hot? Check. Brunette? Check. In shape? Check. Likes MMA? Check. Knows that I exist because I stalked…um met her once at the UFC Boston Expo and we occasionally tweet each other on Twitter??? CHECK!!!
Cause of Divorce: None! Arianny Celeste would be my final famous wife. Now somebody please go tell her that.

*Honorable Mentions (AKA “The Women I Will Cheat on my Wives With on The Side”):
Kim Kardashian. For the ass alone.

Kristin Kreuk. Just to piss off her boyfriend. He doesn’t like me.

Sarah Hyland. She’s like a Mila Kunis clone backup plan. But younger.

Eliza Dushku. Come on! She’s a Boston girl yo.

Tara, the doctor chick that Jax bangs on Sons of Anarchy.

Lindsay Lohan. Say what you want, but the ginger is crazy dirty hot.

Mrs. Ari Gold. A true rich milf. And a fictional character.

Angelina Jolie. Because she’s Angelina Jolie!

Jessica Alba. Not because she can act. Because she can’t.

Katy Perry. For her boobs alone.

Any hot chick that reads t-blawg. Seriously. It’s my gift from all of me to all of you.

This is my list. And I’m not crazy. Every guy has his top ten famous chick list. Trust me. I only took it a step further by marrying them. And another step further than that by divorcing them. Shit. I’m insane.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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My “10 Sports T Despises and How MMA Can Help” Post

This should be allowed in corporate America.

I’m a huge MMA fan. HUGE! I’m not one of those fickle fans who jumped on the bandwagon a couple of years ago when the UFC was getting hot either. I was a fan since the early 90s when the UFC was banned in the US and like little 100 pound dudes fought like 350 pound dudes without gloves in consecutive marathon fights. Now it’s regulated, legit and popular. Just look at all the Affliction wearing douches around you. I also train. Not like a pro. Because I have a real life. And I like my teeth. But for the past few years I’ve incorporated Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Dirty Boxing into my training routine. Anyways, I’m not just an MMA fan I’m also a huge sports fan. As you probably already know if you’ve been reading t-blawg for a while. But there are some sports I just can’t get into. That I actually despise. I think if they took some elements from MMA they might actually get me to watch them. Maybe. Here are “10 Sports T Despises and Maybe MMA Can Help”.

Soccer
I fucking hate soccer. HATE. With a passion. These dudes run up and down a field that seems like it is 100 miles long for what seems like 9 boring fucking hours only to have the game end in a 0-0 tie. Why would I like this?
How MMA Can Help: If the game is still tied at the end of the 9 hours have 2 players from both teams put 2 players from the opposing teams into rear naked chokes. Whoever taps first loses the game. Simple.

NASCAR
The only sport I hate as much as soccer is NASCAR. These hillbillies drive really really fast and turn left every now and then. That’s a sport?! If your only joy from watching a sport is hoping that some shit blows up and people die, it’s not a real sport!
How MMA Can Help: At every single pit stop the driver has to get out of his car and take 25 shin kicks from a Muay Thai expert before he can get back in his car and start driving again.

Golf
Golf is not a sport. I’ll say it again. Golf is not a sport. I played golf once in my life. So I hardly have any experience. But if I can get up hungover out of my mind in Las Vegas to play 18 holes with my buddies where we all puke on the course and start drinking again while we play, it’s not a fucking sport. No way. No how. Because that’s how we did it.
How MMA Can Help: Every time a golfer hits their ball into the water where the fans watching wonder if there’s an alligator in it, the golf refs put an actual alligator in it and the stupid golfer has to submit the alligator to get his ball back.

Tennis
These so called athletes hit a ball back and forth grunting like retards while some guy on a lifeguard chair keeps score. And I don’t know how he does it. The scoring system makes no sense. How many games have to be played to have a winner??? Why is this stupid sport so confusing? Besides Serena’s giant tank ass what else is there to want to watch?
How MMA Can Help: Loser has to put his tennis racket in front of his face while taking 2 minutes of ground and pound from Brock Lesnar.

Women’s Basketball
Hey call me sexist on this one I don’t care. But women’s basketball is not a sport. It’s horrible. The games end with scores of like 37-22. Those are what dude’s score in like 1 quarter! And if there’s no dunking, it isn’t basketball. Sorry. These chicks can’t dunk. Plus there isn’t a female version of LeDouche James to hate. Every sport needs a villain. And I just hate them all. It isn’t the same. Even that UCONN team. Stop it.
How MMA Can Help: Put a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu pro into the losing team’s mascot costume and have it kick the shit out of the losers immediately after the last buzzer. That shit would be hilarious!

Volleyball
Nobody watches the dudes play. Not since that Tom Cruise volleyball scene in Top Gun. The gayest movie scene known to man. And we only watch the chicks play to see their hot, sweaty bodies. Other than that high note this sport is pointless.
How MMA Can Help: Ban all dudes and just make the chicks have to wrestle each other in a kiddie pool full of baby oil. Actually MMA doesn’t even need to help this sport. Just use my baby oil kiddie pool idea volleyball people.

Softball
The lesbian version of baseball you mean? Get out of here. Wouldn’t watch this shit with your eyes.
How MMA Can Help: Just end the sport entirely and take these masculine chicks and put them in the octagon to bang it out. Call it FUFC. Female UFC. Thank me later Dana White.

Boxing
This sport was once awesome. But it became so corrupted and shitty nobody cares about it. How can I care about a sport that has a 98 year-old, earless, no long-term or short-term memory capable Evander Holyfield still fighting?! I can’t! Manny Pacquiao? Yeah he’s good. For someone the size of a 10 year-old boy who sings karaoke. And until he and Mayweather actually fight, this sport is a damn joke.
How MMA Can Help: MMA cannot help this sport. If you want to see two real men beat the hell out of each other just watch MMA instead. That’s it.

Horse Racing
All of the degenerates in my family watched this sport when I was a kid. So they could gamble. It’s basically a bunch of angry midgets riding and whipping the shit out of horses as they race around a muddy track. It’s so damn lame.
How MMA Can Help: Put the midgets in the octagon with the angry horses instead. Let the horses get a little pay back. Watch a midget get horse kicked out of an octagon and laugh as his little body soars 10 rows into the crowd. Awesome!

The Entire Olympics
Hey I’m all about the USA. I love this country. But the Olympics absolutely suck. Summer and Winter. Suck. Nobody gives a shit about those lame ass sports all year round but when the Olympics come on everybody is all of a sudden an expert. A fan. Cheering. Talking like they know and love the sport because the TV told you to. Shut up. They suck. You suck. You faker. Curling?! Really?! You like curling? The tea kettle and ice sweeping sport? Sledding? You like sledding now too?! You really enjoy watching and cheering that shitty team playing basketball that dares to compare itself to the great Dream Team??? Magic Johnson is rolling over in his grave!!! Oh wait. He’s rich. He has the cure. Anyways. The Olympics are lame.
How MMA Can Help: Until they let MMA into the Olympics I refuse to give a shit. So it can’t help. But if the losing country gets taken over by the winning country, now we’re talking! Every country would be USA baby! Or maybe Canada. Oh no. Wait. We don’t want that. Not America Jr.!

Ten sports that MMA just made cooler. Get on it people in charge of the sports I named! Because until you do, T refuses to watch. And how can T do an “Epic Game Moment” blog post for a sport that he refuses to watch. Hmm? Hmm? Think about that shit.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T