WrestleMania 22, Here I Come!

The best piece of news I've ever had at 12 midnight:

ROSEMONT, ALLSTATE ARENA GET READY TO RUMBLE

Officials from the Village of Rosemont will announce this Friday that Wrestlemania, the most popular annual event of professional wrestling in the U.S., will be held at the Allstate Arena in April of 2006.

A special luncheon for Chicago area media will be held this Friday at the Donald E. Stephens Convention Center where the announcement will be made.

"This event will bring thousands of fans from around the world to Rosemont," said a press release issued by Rosemont late last week. "It will be an event with a significant economic impact on our global hospitality industry and it will generate global television exposure for our community."

The event will be the 22d consecutive year of Wrestlemania. It annually attracts full houses at the stadiums where it is held and millions of television viewers.

Finally...WrestleMania comes back to...CHICAGO!!!!!

Credit: The Des Plaines Journal

Gay or Not Gay?




So I've got this friend (who we shall refer to as Edmond "Nedmond") whose been on a dry spell with the ladies as of late. It's a Saturday night and we're heading to a pool hall to do whatever people at a pool hall do, when the following conversation arises in the car:

Edmo-, whoops, I mean Nedmond: So how was lunch with Jennifer?
Me: Lunch was good. You're name actually came up in conversation.
Ed-, oops again, Nedmond: How so?
Me: Well, we were thinking of our single friends and how to make them not single.
Edmon-, arg...Nedmond: Oh no! You're trying to set me up!
Me: Not necessarily
E- Nedmond (I'm getting better at not disclosing identities, see?): So tell me more about the conversation.
Me: I can't. You can ask Jennifer.

At this point there's silence in the car. I'm driving to a cashy station thinking about how much money to take out, where the pool hall is, what time it is and how mangoes, bananas and strawberries don't go too well in a smoothie when my thought process is suddenly halted by a shocking but obvious revelation:

Nedmond - awww, fuck it - Edmond: I'M NOT GAY!!!!

My mind was going crazy to process this one little statement. A straight man proclaiming his straightness - that actually sounds kinda gay to me. What appears to be an insecurity of some sort seems to open up the possibility that perhaps he is gay...

Which is OK because with the Flaming Fucker now in Tennessee, I am now faced with a shortage of gay friends

Not Like This

Today marks the end of an era - no, not the end of my long drought of no posts...well, yeah sort of - a chapter has ended in the book of the self-proclaimed "Three Amigos," a trio so flamingly hetro that any truly happy couple would appear straight super very unhappy (my trip to see The Chosen One for Valentine's Day weekend where I met her two happy friends proves it).

It was inevitable. The Texan moved back to North Mexico a while back and now That Fucker has moved to a state where a dead man's home is a greater tourist attraction than the largest set of real country boobies that this same state has to offer. Now that's some fucked up drop it like it's hot shit right thurr.



...But not like this...it should never end like this...I hear the ESPN music...

Duh duh duh, duh duh duh...Did you know...Cow castration involves wrapping a tightly wound rubber band around a cow's sac which will eventually shrink down to the size of Carl's cock magnified a trillion times and fall off?