holy crap...

if me and reggie had gotten a hold of this kind of insanity back when we were 16 years old and running around mass. we might not be here on the intranets right now. to be fair, if me and mac fu had known about this when we were 20 in ohio, we would be probably still be in ohio.



Untitled (Blue and Light Blue) is one of the newer bongs. I recently retooled the design to make it sturdier and improve the water seal. The piece consists of thirteen vertical tubes arranged in a circle, rising to a height of over eight feet. It features two smoking stations which operate completely independently (i.e. smoke is not shared between users).

The upper (light blue) parts of the tubes are filled with water. An air pump produces a constant stream of bubbles in the odd-numbered tubes (see diagram at below left). When the pipe is smoked, the user causes the remaining tubes to bubble.

anyone want to get a drink tonite?

and by tonite i mean wednesday night.

this sounds so terrible...

hotter then the twin suns of tatooine? that's pretty f'ing hot. saw the new star wars in deleware this weekend and it pretty much sucked wang. this crappy one man show is probably far superior.



Charles Ross's touring stage show, "The One-Man Star Wars Trilogy," is as audacious as the title suggests.

Without the use of props - or any other actors - Mr. Ross sings John Williams's theme music, mimes the crawling yellow text at the beginning of each episode, replicates the sound effects of whooshing X-Wing Starfighters, and impersonates all the characters, even minor ones such as Admiral Akbar, the tunic-wearing squid-like creature that makes Jabba the Hut look like a pretty boy. Improbable as it may sound, Ross accomplishes the whole thing in 58 minutes.

Demand for Ross's critically acclaimed show is suddenly hotter than the twin suns of Tatooine now that "Episode III: Revenge of the Sith" - which has earned a record $271.2 million in 12 days - has restored balance to the Force by reviving public interest in a waning franchise. Capitalizing on the momentum, Ross's flurry of summer performances across the United States culminates in a three-month engagement at Lamb's Theater in New York.

a-game may be the only one that cares...

actually, if memory serves me, reggie was a laxer back in the day. it fit right in with his sando infused hippie world view. so this is for you too reggie.



PHILADELPHIA - On a team full of seniors who carried the top-seeded Johns Hopkins men's lacrosse team to a 15-0 record entering Monday's NCAA Division I Championship game against second-ranked Duke, it was a pair of sophomores who helped provide the difference as the Blue Jays capped a 16-0 season with a dramatic, 9-8 come-from-behind victory over the Blue Devils to secure the program's first national championship since 1987. The Blue Jays are just the third team since 1971 (when the NCAA began sponsoring the men's lacrosse national championship) to post a perfect 16-0 record.

love the competitive eating circuit....

They are known as gustatory athletes, gurgitators and, in France, epicuriators. They are athletes in one of the oldest and most fundamental of disciplines - competitive eating. It is a demanding sport to say the least and requires enormous commitment.

college hoops power brokers...

When Tennessee Athletic Director Mike Hamilton decided to hire a new men's basketball coach this spring, one of his first calls was to Dana Pump, a red-haired hoops junkie from the San Fernando Valley whose career peaked as a 5-foot-10 high school forward.

Along with his twin brother and partner, David — together they are known simply as the Pumps — Dana Pump has become an unlikely power broker in college athletics.

Two weeks after hiring the Pumps' new firm, Champ Search, for $25,000, Tennessee made its choice: Bruce Pearl, the coveted coach of the moment after leading unheralded Wisconsin Milwaukee into the Sweet 16 of the NCAA tournament.

A Wisconsin Milwaukee official soon placed a call to Champ Search — not to complain, but to hire the firm to help find a replacement. Loyola Marymount and New Mexico State also consulted the brothers for smaller fees before hiring coaches this year.

some soccer hooligans for you...

Almost every English and Scottish football club has what is known in hooligan circles as a 'firm'. This is a name which links many like minded thugs behind one banner. The word 'firm' brings together these groups almost as organised businesses. Confrontations are often organised by the leaders telephoning each other to arrange 'meets'.

What follows is a list of the names of major 'firms' in British football. (i only gave you a sampling, through the d's.)

Arsenal: Gooners
Aston Villa: Villa Youth, Steamers
Barnsley: Inter-City Tykes, Five-O
Birmingham City: Zulu Warriors
Blackpool: BRS (Bison Riot Squad), Seaside Mafia, BTS (Blackpool Tangerine Service)
Bolton Wanderers: Tonge Moor Slashers, Mongoose Cuckoo Boys, Billy Whiz Fan Club
Bradford City: The Ointment
Brighton and Hove Albion: Headhunters
Bristol City: Inter-City Robins
Burnley: Suicide Squad
Cambridge United: Cambridge Casuals
Cardiff City: Soul Firm
Carlisle United: BCF (Border City Firm)
Chelsea: Headhunters
Chesterfield: CBS (Chesterfield Bastard Squad)
Darlington: Darlington Casuals, Bank Top 200, The Gaffa, The Under-5's, The Townies
Derby County: DLF (Derby Lunatic Fringe)
Doncaster Rovers: DDR (Doncaster Defence Regiment)

sort of mesmerizing...

listen to this it's the world livestock auctioneer champion of 2001. to hear more click here.

i prefer linda lovelace...

A former FBI official claims he was “Deep Throat,” the long-anonymous source who leaked secrets about President Nixon’s Watergate cover-up to The Washington Post, Vanity Fair reported Tuesday.

W. Mark Felt, 91, who was second-in-command at the FBI in the early 1970s, kept the secret even from his family until 2002, when he confided to a friend that he had been Post reporter Bob Woodward’s source, the magazine said.

The report was confirmed later Tuesday by Woodward, who with Carl Bernstein broke the Watergate story.

“I’m the guy they used to call Deep Throat,” Felt told lawyer John D. O’Connor, the author of the Vanity Fair article, the magazine said in a news release.

ask andre about his hole in one...

the summer of frexus has begun....

cigarettes are delish, but really...

FOREMAN, ARK.--A 38-year-old Winthrop, Ark. man was hospitalized after jumping out the passenger window of a vehicle traveling an estimated 55 to 60 mph to retrieve his cigarette late Saturday, an official said.

Jeff Foran was riding in his friend's 2000 Dodge Stratus about 10 p.m. Saturday near the Arkansas-Oklahoma border when the cigarette he was smoking blew out the vehicle's front passenger window, said Arkansas State Police Trooper First Class Jamie Gravier.

Foran jumped out of the vehicle to retrieve the cigarette and hit the pavement, causing facial trauma.

He landed on the eastbound lane of Arkansas Highway 234 about three miles west of the Cross Roads community about 10 miles northwest of Foreman.

The driver of the car, Jerry Glenn Nelson, 44, of Haworth, Okla., was asked by Foran earlier in the evening to be Foran's designated driver, Gravier said.

the MLB ‘All Porn Mustache’ Team....

this is just a sampling, here's the whole detailed list.

another stupid yearbook story...

WIDEFIELD, Colo. -- Most Mesa Ridge High School students in Widefield, Colo., got yearbooks with a black mark under one student's picture, covering up a phrase that has caught the Secret Service's interest. After about 100 yearbooks were distributed earlier this month, somebody complained about the caption, which read "Most likely to assassinate President Bush."

a gay all-american lacrosse goalie...

There are a handful of gay professional athletes – David Kopay, Billy Bean, Esera Tuaolo – who came out after their careers ended. There are a number of talented gay collegiate athletes, some who play individual sports at the Division I level (such as California gymnast Graham Ackerman), others from team sports at the Division II and III levels.

But Andrew Goldstein, according to those who document these things, is the most accomplished male, team-sport athlete in North America to be openly gay during his playing career. He revealed his sexuality to his team after the 2003 season, and an online essay that appeared on Outsport.com elevated his story to national prominence.

Yet as Goldstein points out, "gay All-American" is a phrase that is still contradictory for some.

"All-American is what you think of, you know, the three kids, the white picket fence, All-American," Goldstein said. "And gay does not fit into that. So it's nice for me to hear 'gay All-American,' and to think it's just the same as 'All-American.' "

just great...

couldn't this guy get arrested for something a little tougher? tax evasion? lame.

PITTSBURGH -- New York Giants receiver Plaxico Burress failed to pay part of his taxes, according to a collection agency.

A district judge issued an arrest warrant for Burress on Thursday after he failed to appear at a delinquent tax claim hearing Wednesday.

Burress, who played for the Steelers before signing with the Giants in March, could be arrested and fined $2,500 upon returning to Pennsylvania, said Coraopolis District Judge Mary Murray.

who asked for this...

vader pumps gas...

that's a big f'ing catfish....

In a photo from Tim Pruitt and provided by the Illinois Department of Natural Resources, Tim Pruitt, of Alton, Ill., holds a 124-pound blue catfish early Sunday morning, May 22, 2005, that he hooked late Saturday on the Mississippi River near Alton. The fish is 58 inches long and 44 inches around. It took Pruitt more than a half-hour to drag the fish into his boat. It is the largest of its kind in state history, and is expected to be certified a world record by the International Game Fish Association. The fish has been kept alive and will be on display in a tank at the Cabela's Outfitter store in Kansas City, Kan., according to the Illinois Department of Natural Resources. (AP Photo/Handout photo provided by the Illinois Department of Natural Resources)

oh my god...

i remember talking with someone recently about the mcdlt (the styrofoam monstrocity from mcdonalds back in the 80's). remember the "hot side" and the "cool side"? well here's the commercial from back in the day starring none other than george costanzq. both hilarious and retarded at the same time. enjoy.

all barry beck, all the time....

Wolfpack lost in the first round of the playoffs so here is the final Wolfpack Report of the 04-05 Season:

he's be a great undercover officer...

The 7-foot-1, 325-pound center was recently sworn in as a U.S. deputy marshal and, on the Saturday afternoon before the Miami-Washington playoff series, O'Neal spent six hours with Miami Beach police investigators helping with cases.

"I put a lot into it, and when I am done playing, I plan on going undercover and then being the sheriff or chief of police somewhere, either Miami or Orlando, I don't know yet," O'Neal said recently. "Everyone knows the love I have for the people who defend the streets and the people who defend our country, the armed forces, the Army, Navy, Marines. I want to do something like that, help the community."

for barry beck....

couldn't find much on the blue seats, but here's the originiation of the greatest cheer in the history of sports.



It's a date Rangers fans - and we mean real Dale Rolfe-jersey-wearing, vent-your-lungs nightly, name the members of the GAG Line, bleeding-blue Rangers fans - will never forget.

It was Feb. 25, 1979, a midseason matchup between the Rangers and the hated Islanders, the interlopers from Long Island. It would prove to be a night of both angst and discovery for the denizens of the Garden that night, especially the rabid Rangers loyalists occupying the beloved blue seats.

The play, one that would signal the beginning of the end of an injury-riddled Rangers career for Ulf Nilsson as well as the birth of perhaps the most famous chant in Garden history, was clean by all accounts. Both Nilsson - a Swedish import who ranked somewhere below meatballs but definitely above ABBA - and Islanders defenseman Denis Potvin agreed.

But clean hit or not, the blue seats would have none of it.

Nilsson was supposed to provide the Blueshirts with truckloads of goals and lead the Rangers, then in their 39th season without a Stanley Cup championship, to hockey's Holy Grail. But following Potvin's hit, Nilsson lay crumpled on the ice, his ankle broken and his season shattered.

No one is exactly sure how long it took before Rangers fans, stunned at the sight of their fallen hero, began to regroup and turn their ire on No. 5 of the Islanders. Minutes perhaps, surely not any longer.

But that night the chant was born. "Potvin Sucks, Potvin Sucks."

It became a mini anthem, one that unified Rangers fans and became a rallying cry - whether Potvin was in the building or not. In their eyes, the Rangers' failure to beat the Canadiens in the Cup Finals later that season lay squarely on Potvin's shoulders.

There were also variations to the chant. One referred to Potvin's domestic problems at the time. Another suggested Potvin purchase a Porsche, the same kind of car that claimed the life of Flyers goalie Pelle Lindbergh in a high-speed accident.

But neither was a suitable substitute for the original.

Organ music, which originally prompted the fans to begin the chant, has since been replaced for the most part by fans whistling the musical introduction. That way, the chant can rain down at any time. It has become as much a part of the fabric of the Garden as the retired jerseys hanging from the rafters.

Much has changed since that night over 25 years ago. The blue seats have been replaced by a kinder, gentler teal. The Islanders are still hated, but they boast no player on their roster as detested as Potvin. And the Florida Panthers are now a hot ticket when they come to town. Not so much for their players, but for their TV color analyst.

Denis Potvin.

it's just the lack of comments are getting me down. although i make the impossible look easy, the impossible is actually quite difficult. so throw some love my way for christsakes.

potvin sucks...

since it's a rainy day i'll keep taking requests. again this one is from reggie roby, who notes that it is "the 25th anniversary of the dynasty". i'm sure barry beck has a thing or two to say about that. in the meantime i will honor the wishes of one of the great punters of this generation, who is also one of the few commenters i have left. in the interest of fairness, i will also remind everyone that, according to the fans in the blue seats, potvin beat his wife mercilessly.

at the request of reggie roby...

thanks to barry for this one...

barry found a golf blog called grouchy golf, nice work by barry and it's been great to see him throwing up the occasional comment of late.

the lions vs. midgets story turns out to be lies...

check it out

now there's absolutely no reason to see this....

Bouncy teen pinup Lindsay Lohan may be a little too, well, bouncy, for Disney.

Moms at early test screenings of "Herbie: Fully Loaded" clucked about her being too prominent upfront to the point that execs spent more than $1 million to digitally downsize La Lohan's bosom and draw in higher necklines, reports Us Weekly. Lindsay's rep laughed off allegations of any alterations ...

nice work by the times....

although this guy hates on rutt's hut, he seems to know a lot about the dogs and i respect that. want to get a newark style dog next week.



YOU know those hot dogs that you know and love, and can't wait to eat this time of year? The ones served at Katz's Delicatessen, Gray's Papaya, Papaya King, the legendary Dominick's truck in Queens and the best "dirty water dog" carts?

They're all the same dog, manufactured by Marathon Enterprises, of East Rutherford, N.J., the parent company of Sabrett. They may vary in size, preparation and condiment selection (and Papaya King has Marathon add a secret spice to its mixture), but they're the same ol' dog. In fact, until a few years ago, Marathon made Nathan's hot dogs.

So, you may think you would have to work to find a truly special hot dog, one that stands out because of the frank itself, its trimmings, the bun or the surroundings. But New York, New Jersey and Connecticut are full of standouts, as I discovered in a nitrite-filled hot dog blitz.

enjoy a little ween related hilarity...

here's the video for "i can't put my finger on it" i think it could have been filmed atthe ali baba falafel emporium on macdougoo

laying pipe bomb on the freeway...

The suspicious object that jammed traffic Monday on Interstate 75 and Daniels Parkway was not explosive, according to the Lee County Sheriff's Office.

The device — found on the side of Daniels Parkway under the northbound I-75 overpass — was prosthetic penis. There's no word yet on whether the penis was designed to serve medical or recreational needs.

A motorist called the Lee County Sheriff’s Office shortly after 3 p.m. about the suspicious package on the side of the road under the northbound Interstate 75 overpass.

The cylinder was more than a foot long in a plastic bag and wrapped with duct tape. It looked like pipe bomb.

later andre...

Andre Agassi leaving the court after being defeated by Finland's Jarkko Nieminen today in their first round match of the French Open.

holy crap....

thanks to reggie for this one. this guy couldn't be more terrifying looking. add that to his penchant for pulling guns out on people and you have a guy that fredeeky would not want to go bowling with.

good story on the cover of the times...

The only thing in golf that has not changed is the average score for 18 holes. Neither the average weekend player nor the world's best golfers have managed to get the ball in the hole any sooner.

The average 18-hole score for the average golfer remains at about 100, as it has for decades, according to the National Golf Foundation, an industry research and consulting service.

Among more serious recreational golfers who register their scores with the United States Golf Association, the average handicap index, a scoring tool, has dropped 0.5 strokes since 2000. On the PGA Tour this year, the average score of players has risen, by 0.28 strokes, compared with the average 10 years ago.

"Maybe we're all supposed to stink at this," said David Feherty, a columnist for Golf Magazine and a commentator on CBS's golf telecasts. "It's our punishment for playing this insane game."

the golden age of the circus...

Billy Smart Jr, one of Britain's circus legends who once tamed a frisky herd of performing elephants when they stampeded in the ring in response to a too-loud Gypsy number, died yesterday, aged 71.

Smart, familiar in the gossip columns of the 50s and 60s as an eligible bachelor, belonged to the golden age of circus when the family firm could tour with a four-mast, 6,000-seat big top and attract 22 million viewers to one of its television shows.

the reggie roby two iron report...

So I was sort of dreading playing golf with the work posse. As I think you all will agree, it is alright to go out with the work crew every now and then, but to give up a Sunday of golf with the Fantastic Four, well that was a little too much work qt for me. However, I felt obligated to play as I am new to the sports group and I thought it would be a good way for me to assimliate into the gorup. Not to mention it was a nice invite.

From the first horn of the work week the trash talking begins. So and So played in Highschool... Choner plays with blades, so he has to be good... Roby dresses the part... Gluckman plays granpa golf ... etc. So we finally decide on a match play format much like the masters. Friday we pick captains out of a hat, they have all day to decide how they are going to pick their players. We all have to enter what we think we will shoot and not sandbag. I say a Hundo considering my last rounds of 109 and 89 I thought I was being more than fair. We get to the bar friday afternoon and Who is Number one pic, that's right, yours truly. the two captains decide to pic this macho man last which was only one of the funniest things I have ever seen. He would not shut up about how he was better than the 7 other players and they would all pay on Sunday.

Finally Sunday arrives I have a lot of Pressure on me being the first pic and never playing the course. I am slightly worried I will choke like Greg Norman in a major. I arrive early to Mattawang as I was already in Dirty Jerz. I hit a few balls and putt around for a while. All of a sudden two cars show up and the other 7 pile out like Spicoli from Fast times. There is a whirl wind of activity as every one checks in and gets ready to go. Trash talk is still flying but I realize a lot of the bravodo has been brought on by some pre-noon swing lube. We all tee off and I feel a lot better as I am definetley one of the better players. I cruise through the front with and 47. Not spectacular, but fair against the competition. When we make the turn, I see that the 30 pack of swing lube (one in each cart) has really started to take it's effect. Now I go for the jugular and come out blazing on the back nine. I am stroking my drives and draining everything from 10 feet in. I finish up with a 91. All are amazed by my skillz. Shot of the Day 18 with everyone watching I drain a 20 footer.

PS. the greens were cake and I would rather golf with the Fantastic Four/Five/Six.

video of the smoking chimp...

i could watch this all day.

west virginia sounds like an incredible place...

MORGANTOWN, W.Va. - Don Knotts will get the first star on what could become West Virginia's version of the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Other West Virginia stars include Kathy Mattea, Brad Paisley, Jennifer Garner,
Ann Magnuson, Chris Sarandon and Soupy Sales.

Police in Germany are hunting pranksters who have been sticking miniature flag portraits of US President George W. Bush into piles of dog poo in public parks. Josef Oettl, parks administrator for Bayreuth, said: "This has been going on for about a year now, and there must be 2,000 to 3,000 piles of excrement that have been claimed during that time."