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Labels: boondocks, ciara, dexter, Kanye West, lil' wayne, megan fox, rachael ray, stephen jackson, the sopranos, transformers
Today is a huge,
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Labels: Bill Belichick, chuck lidell, eli manning, georges st. pierre, kawika mitchell, matt hughes, new england patriots, new york giants, new york knicks, steve smith, u.f.c., wanderlei silva
Right now we are having some technical difficulties. I'm too lazy, and the Internet has too much free porn, for me to worry about it right now.
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 12:57 PM 2 comments
What's a shitty week, in the life of a Chicago sports fan, without the witty commentary of The Double B? Last week, the Bulls bottomed out and completed one of the most disappointing years for Chicago sports. ***WARNING*** The Double B is Jewish. Therefore he doesn't believe in Christmas, Holiday Cheer, or Goodwill to All Men!!! This article will be critical about the state of the Chicago Bulls.
Laredo Slider has been pressuring me for a post the past two weeks. First off, I was taking my time of responding because Mr. Slider is a douche bag. Two weeks ago I was on my way to the Bulls/Sonics game. Before I left the office the betting line had the Bulls favored by 8 points. I wanted to bet to be somewhat entertained having to sit through a Bulls game. I called
I'm a little stuck of what to do now. Do I give him a second chance and redeem his NBA skills? Or should I start calling my white friends that don't watch the NBA till playoffs? I think the only way to settle this is a bet. I bet the Bulls will take the series from the Knicks on January 8 th. I attended the last Bulls/Knicks game and it was ugly, uglier than Eddy Curry and Zach Randolph fighting over a dropped biscuit. Luckily the Bulls won that game and scored over 100 points so I left with another free Big Mac (it's a delicious burger). The game is at the
Finally, I'd like to wish Skiles the best. He did a great job bringing our team back to respectability. Now I can't wait for our team to crumble and completely fall apart. John Paxson has made some decent moves, but lately needs to be bitch slapped by
-The Double B
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 12:16 PM 0 comments
Labels: Chicago Bulls, Eddy Curry, Jew, KFC, kobe bryant, Scott Skiles, Zach Randolph
Christmas is tomorrow and I wanted to write down my wishlist for my four sports teams (Knicks, Mets, Rangers, and Giants). I thought that this was going to be a great year for all my teams, but it has turned to crap faster than a pizza eaten by Tony Siragusa. Knicks are headed to the lottery. The Mets fell apart worse than Michael Jackson’s face. The Rangers and Giants are actually good, but will both shit the bed in the playoffs worse than a girl who had violent anal sex with Shaq, after he took her out for Mexican food. Now that I have filled your heads with visions of sugarplums, and defecation, I will rundown what I truly want for Christmas.
Santa, Please Give Isaiah a New Job
I don’t think it’s appropriate I ask for somebody to get fired during the holidays (though, the Bulls fired Scott Skiles today). Isaiah shouldn’t be the coach of the Knicks anymore. His skill set is perfect for another job, though: strip club manager. Who handles people showing up to work late, and under the influence of narcotics better than Isaiah? Who could handle the press, when a stabbed ho is found in the parking lot, better than Isaiah? Where does sexual harassment not exist? The strip club. The only problem is Isaiah would trade old strippers for big, young, fat strippers (the Eddy Curry’s of the strip circuit).
Santa, Please Give the Mets Some Heart, Guts, and a Healthy 2008
The Mets had a horrible collapse, blah blah blah. I’m not going to wallow in the misery what was the final month. I’m going look towards the future and hope the Metropolitans can bring home the crown in oh-eight. It’s going to take Heart, Guts, and Health. Or, as I would call it, HGH. The Mitchell Report is released, and everybody had a hard-on for it. Baseball brought out the smoke and mirrors and pretended it nailed a lot of people, and that the game is a lot cleaner because of it. Too bad they aren’t able to test for HGH, thus my team needs to be the most HGH’d team ever! Let’s get some scientists and doctors in the front office, and turn the franchise into a dynasty! Oh yeah, Latin players don’t snitch and they hit .300, so let’s get more of those, too.
Santa, Please allow the Rangers to establish some form of consistency
Yeah, the Rangers aren’t consistent. I’m consistent. I like to blog about hot actresses who drink too much (a.k.a. seem like they’re a good time). So why not blog about Danielle Fishel, who used to play Topanga Lawrence on the show Boy Meets World? On the show she was kinda hot. She had big lips, and the appearance of a big rack. Last week, she was arrested for driving drunk (which is the signal for me to go to Google and find as many pictures of her as possible). I searched for her and I found out that not only did she get arrested for driving drunk, but she also ran into a wall (called obesity). It’s not like I don’t like girls with some meat on their bones, but I thought she was going to be a lot hotter than she is. I will give her half a Slizzie for being “The Most Realistic Girl That I Could Bang That Is a Celebrity”…it will definitely be the half that has the trees and liquor.
The Most Realistic Girl That I Could Bang That Is a Celebrity '07
Santa, Please Allow the NFL to Rig the Playoffs so the Giants get to Play in the Super Bowl…Then I Can go to a Super Bowl party and bang Danielle Fishel.
I feel the Giants have a punchers chance of getting to the Bowl. Eli Manning would have to have a really good postseason, and the Giants would have to go through
"Is it THAT big?" Yes, bitch...
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 4:57 PM 0 comments
Labels: danielle fishel, isaiah thomas, new york giants, new york knicks, new york mets, new york rangers, Omar
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 11:54 PM 0 comments
Labels: kobe bryant, lebron james
So Jamie Lynn Spears gets pregnant, and it causes the American public to reevaluate their morals. "What will I tell my kids?", or, "can I let my kids watch her show?" Here, at Laredo Slider, we concentrate on more important questions. And, we deal with what's going to happen in the future (it's not good to dwell in the past, and what mistakes this young lady made). So I must ask the question, "In 2026, is there going to be a hotter mother/daughter combo than Jamie Lynn Spears, and her daughter?" (assuming she will have a girl). I'm not saying that some guy should marry Jamie Lynn in a few years, help raise her daughter, then bang the daughter. That's sick. I also must remind my readers that stepdaughters ARE NOT BLOOD RELATIVES. There has to be a middle ground on how to exploi...i mean...give this young family the love they need. The first scenario would have to be tweeked a bit, and it would make sense. Marry Jamie Lynn in 17 and a half years (there is a 75 percent chance she will still be single...source: my dick), and then give her daughter the high, hard one (there is no doubt that this girl will walk in same footsteps of her mother and aunt). Then divorce Jamie Lynn, and skate with half her money and her daughter (because that's the lifestyle that you're used to). Then, shoot a reality series. Repeat as necessary.
So what's the real lesson? Do not have a daughter because this is exactly what happens when you procreate after drinking brown liquor, eating too many pork sandwiches, and watching too much NASCAR. Then find yourself in situations like the Spears' and this poor father in the video:
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 10:22 AM 0 comments
Labels: brittney spears, Jamie Lynn Spears
In a story just posted by the AP an hour ago, T.O. is talking shit to Jessica Simpson:
"Right now, Jessica Simpson is not a fan favorite -- in this locker room or in
"With everything that has happened, obviously with the way Tony played and the comparison between her and Carrie Underwood, I think a lot of people feel she has taken his focus away," Owens said, echoing the chatter on sports-talk radio and blogs. "Other than that, she was high on my list until last week. "Oh, I got a message for her when we make the playoffs. Just stay tuned," he added.
Knowing T.O. there are only five things that can come out of this:
1. T.O. punches Tony Romo when he throws 4 int’s in a playoff game.
2. T.O. punches Jessica Simpon when Tony Romo throws 4 int’s in a playoff game.
3. Authorities find T.O.'s list. It's called "White Bitches that May Fuckup My Season". Wade Philips is one, Donovan McNabb is two, Jeff Garcia three, Tony Romo four, and Jessica Simpson five.
4. T.O. decides that if Jessica Simpson hangs around Texas Stadium, she has to "hook up" the whole team.
5. Two words: Rape Kit
So, T.O. is having a great year, and his team is 12-2...why can't he be happy? Because Tony Romo is taking his “shine”. How is T.O. going to get commercials, and shit, when Jessica Simpson is getting more publicity and air time, during the football game? I think the “tear the team apart” T.O. is right around the corner. As a Giants fan, I can’t wait.
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 2:03 PM 0 comments
Labels: Dallas Cowboys, Jessia Simpson, nfl, t.o., terrell owens, Tony Romo
I don’t know what happened to SportCenter. It seems that they have gone completely away from the true highlights that make sports special, in lieu of stupid fake contests that they make up. Or, they blow things out of proportion regarding relationships between different athletes and celebrities (like, did Tony Romo have a bad game, last weekend, because Jessica Simpson was in attendance? One, I don’t care. Two, I hope Romo gets his legs broken). Then there is this other shit that ESPN loves to do: Who’s Next? Who is the next “it” athlete? WHODAFUCKCARES!?!?! I can make it easy, and I’ll tell ya who Laredo Slider’s “it” athlete of the year is. So here is the second Slizzie presentation of the year. Laredo Slider’s “IT” Slizzie of ’07!
When I am looking for the “it” athlete, the parameters are totally different than what ESPN is looking for. Off the field performance counts as much as on the field performance. Here are the nominees:
Roger Clemens: Has successfully taken the attention of off Barry Bonds by getting named in the Mitchell Report.
“IT” Factor: Is on “it”, but won’t admit “it”. Pros: Had a funny cell phone commercial. Stole money from the Yankees. Cons: Bombed my fantasy team.
Adam “Pacman” Jones: A contender in all Slizzie categories. A constant entertainer, who never disappoints the American public. He gets suspended from the NFL (which was entertaining), then starts wrestling with TNA wrestling (which is entertaining).
“IT” Factor: Makes”It” Rain Pros: Known to cause twenty dollar bills to come from the ceiling (for visual effect), at the strip club. Cons: Causes people to get shot. “It” could be you!
Stephon Marbury: A prodigal son of Laredo Slider. I wear his gear, and I am a huge Knicks fan.
“IT” Factor: Went to a strip club with a Knicks intern. Took her out to his SUV, and hit “it”. Also, gave many fucked up interviews, making people wonder if he’s on drugs. Pros: Fifteen dollar sneakers. Cons: Fifteen dollar point guard play.
Maria Sharapova/Natalie Gulbis/Anna Kournikova: Gulbis is kinda hot, Sharapova is hot (but 6’1”, which is a good thing…for me…cuz my dick is like 8’11”), and Kournikova could possibly be the hottest there is (now that Alba is pregnant…what a bitch…what’s more important, Jessica? Being a mother, or being a hot piece of ass?) . The important thing is that these three ladies play (or used to play) a sport. What sports? I don’t know.
“IT” Factor: Googleable pics that are real. Googleable pics that just have their heads photoshopped onto naked bodies. Either way, I win. Pros: They’re all foreign…don’t understand terms like “Dirty Sanchez” or “Cleveland Steamer”, until it happens to them. Cons: None.
And the Winner is: Maria Sharapova/Natalie Gulbis/Anna Kournikova
Nobody should be surprised. The last time I nominated three broads for one award, they won. I hope females recognize Laredo Slider is a female friendly site, where I respect the strides made by women in the world (and I give awards for it). I understand that it takes at least three women to defeat men in anything (other than math, sports, driving, voting, science, and being president, where men own. And, women, don’t say, “Hey, you’re black and haven’t always been able to vote.” That’s a bad argument. I vote every year. Bron,
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Labels: anna kournikova, maria sharapova, natalie gulbis, pacman jones, roger clemens, stephon marbury
It's nearing the end of the year, and I am handing out awards to the people, things, animals, women, etc. that have made 2007 a special year. I don't want to put it in one article because I know people who read this website have the attention span of me during high school girls volleyball practice, and I can't make the article too long (just kidding, I really mean womens' college volleyball...they don't let me in school zones anymore). Basically I'm going to run down different categories until the final category, which will be "Laredo Slider's Person of the Year".
What is a Slizzie ? It can be two things. It's the trophy I hand out to people who win each category, or it's a slang term for stuff dripping down a girls' back, chest, face, etc. after "making love". Either way, people should be honored to get it (or gettin' it on her). This is an important award, and like the Oscars, Grammy's, etc., I need to create a trophy that is legendary. So, I decided to take the things I liked and put it into one trophy. Hennessey, weed, blunts (Dutchmasters), chicken and hot sauce (Red Rooster), automatic weapons (AR-15), white ho's (Jessica Alba), and a sick crossover. That's all I need in life, and when I hand out the trophy, I want the recipients to feel that this is the only trophy they need in life (even though nobody has a nastier crossover than me). Here it is:
On to the first catagory:
Most Gangsta Operation of the Year
Nominees:
Madison Square Garden - Sexually harassing employees (and nobody gets fired), banging interns
Bad Newz Kennels/Michael Vick - Dogfighting
Pacman Jones - "Making it Rain" in the strip club, triple shooting ensues, Pacman gets 100 hours communtiy service
O.J. Simpson - Stealing back shit that he sold to somebody years back.
Barry Bonds - Breaks Home Run record, on steroids
Paris Hilton/Lindsay Lohan/Nicole Ritchie/Brittney Spears - Drugs, Alcohol, going the wrong way down highways, getting kids taken away, AND STILL STACKIN' PAPER!!!!
Winner:
Paris Hilton/Lindsay Lohan/Nicole Ritchie/Brittney Spears
Pacman, Barry, and O.J. were close in the voting, but the they got zeros in the "white ho's that I would fuck" catagory (and I'm sure they would understand). Madison Square Garden had to pay 11 million dollars to some ugly bitch (who NONE of them got pregnant), and the Knicks still suck. Mike Vick is going to spend the next couple of years beating off to National Geographic, in jail (he also lost about 145 million). Bonds was close because people would rather go to jail, than snitch on him, and he hasn't lost money due to his transgressions. Pacman didn't get to play football this year, even though he did "make it rain" in the club. He is real close because "making it rain" is one of the values that I want in Slizzie recipients. And O.J. is going to jail, but he did use overwelming force in stealing his shit back, which is another value that I want in Slizzie recipients. What it comes down to is the four Hollywood broads are sooooooo much more gangsta than any of them. The only people who are getting turned off by these broads are other broads! Broads like other broads like Nicole Kidman, "because she's so classy, and she's a great actress, blah, blah, blah". FUCK DAT!!! I don't like pale bitches who are classy. I like young white ho's, who like to party, and fuck, and drive fast cars, drunk at night down the wrong way of the I-5!!!!! AND THEY STILL STACK CHEDDA!!! The reason that they still get attention is because dudes like them! The only one that is remotely hot is Lohan, but whodatfuck cares?!?! I would marry Brittney Spears right now, and take care of her kids...check that...I would marry Brittney Spears right now and let the kids run around the house sticking their fingers in outlets...while I smoke weed on the couch playing XBOX 360, and spend dat bitches money!!! So, ho's, this Slizzie is for you!
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 11:20 AM 1 comments
Labels: barry bonds, brittney spears, lindsay lohan, Michael Vick, new york knicks, nicole ritchey, pacman jones, paris hilton
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Labels: Kevin Weekes, New Jersey Devils
The Bears died this weekend (no, Michael Vick didn't escape jail and flee to Canada, where he started a bear fighting ring, only to kill bears who didn't win...then Vick ironically entered the Iditerod where he started the race with 8 dogs, only to finish with 2 really pissed off dogs). The Chicago Bears pretty much ended their one year run of being relevant. And it may be the end of the road for the "Sex Cannon" Rex Grossman. I don't really care about the Bears, but I like to see them lose. And I like to hear the misery of their fans. So here is The Double B's state of the Bears report after the loss to the shitty-ass Redskins:
An Ode to Grossman
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 2:37 PM 0 comments
Labels: Bears, Hester, Michael Vick, Rex Grossman
Mayweather and Hatton face off tonight in one of the so-called “fights of the century”. The last “fight of the century” was the May 5th match up between Mayweather and De La Hoya. I hate using the tag “fight of the century” because they don’t have the sexy (no homo), heavyweight match ups that boxing was built on. These bouts usually had one guy (or both guys) hitting the canvas, and these guys were bigger than life. Foreman, Ali, Frazier, Tyson, Marciano, Lewis (the Brown Bomber, not
2. Floyd Mayweather Jr.
3. People who don’t buy oranges on street corners
4. Federali
5. All other white people
If you see a white guy rooting for PBF: Maybe one white guy in the world will root for Junior. He know what’s up. They probably have a diversified portfolio, and a Porsche outside. They will drive the Porsche to their side piece’s house after the fight, fuck her, then go home to his wife and two kids. After sleeping till noon (because of all the coke he did the night before), he will roll out of bed and watch football, and laugh to himself that blacks are superior athletes, and how sweet they look on HD.
Posted by My Name is J.R., and I'm a blog junkie at 4:40 PM 1 comments
Labels: black vs. white, fight of the century, floyd mayweather, ricky hatton
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