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You have fought thirty-six times in four countries in just over ten years. You have held championship titles in three organizations, never having a belt taken from you in the ring. You spent years at the pinnacle of your sport by fighting some of the very best to ever compete, while they were in their prime, and you beat them all. You tasted defeat early and spat it back out, refusing to drink from the cup again for nine years, six months and 4 days. Millions upon millions the world over have endeared themselves to you. You lit up the faces of children all across Russia when you carried the Olympic torch. You raised the pulses of everyone who laid eyes on you in the ring, rather they be an opponent or spectator. You are the G OAT and no one has a bad word to say when asked,

“What do you think of Fedor Emelianenko?”

 

 

Humble, fearless, focused, loving, spiritual, respectful, the GREATEST, these are the words associated with the Fedor Emelianenko. Fedor has always been a quiet, calm man who never pined for the big life. He had no interest in moving to America or Japan or England, Fedor just wanted to be with his friends and family and he wanted to support them. Fedor wanted to push himself to be better at all things and he found in martial arts what he did best. From Sambo to MMA, “the Last Emperor” rose from just another Russian citizen to the most revered man in the world of combat sports. His fan base spans the globe. Fedor has talent, drive, focus, and toughness but most importantly he had mystique. He was so quiet and humble you could never figure out what was he was thinking. If you got one of the rare opportunities to ask him, his answers were either too cryptic or perhaps just too simple and honest for you to discern any real information. Fedor wasn’t going to bad mouth his opponent to try to get inside the other man’s head to gain some advantage. Or did he do it another way? Was his quiet, reserved demeanor and almost inhuman calmness just a clever ruse to make people uneasy? No one can know but Fedor. We know it wasn’t the look of him that did it.

The undersized, Russian heavyweight was short, balding, and pudgy, not exactly wielding the average fighter’s physique. It didn’t stop him from quickly reaching stardom when he began to fight in Japan. Fedor was to be tested there; gone was the level of competition in RINGS, now he would be fighting in Pride. At the time Pride was the biggest name in the sport and as such had many of the best fighters in the world fighting in their events. Fedor would never lose a single match in Pride, defeating fellow legends of the sport like Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira, Kazuyuki Fujita, Gary Goodridge, Kevin Randleman, Mirko “Cro Cop”, and Mark Coleman all in their primes. He didn’t always win with flash or superior skills. In fact some victories just seemed to be a battle of wills. Nothing epitomized this more than Emelianenko’s fights with Nogueira. He would take a beating if he had to but you could not break his will. Someone’s will had to break and you could be certain it would not be his. In his time in Japan he reigned as the heavyweight king of the world for three and a half years. It wasn’t just what Fedor did that made him the greatest, it was how he did it.

He wasn’t bigger and stronger than everyone. He wasn’t the greatest tactician to ever strap on 4 oz. gloves. He wasn’t the most prolific wrestler the world had ever seen. He wasn’t even the most technical striker to step into the ring. He was, however, as tough as they come. Fedor Emelianenko had a heart the size of Russia and a chin chiseled from quartz mined in the Ural Mountains, fists harder that could drive a coffin nail, and a will that would not be broken. Fedor lost a fight early in his career, his 5th fight, on a technicality. He was cut and if you’re cut you lose. It was nearly a decade before Fedor tasted defeat again. When Fedor walked into the arena in San Jose, CA no one in the world expected Fedor to lose. When Fedor found himself trapped in the guard of Werdum it looked like so many of his previous wars, all of which he has won. Even when you saw the leg come up and over to secure the triangle choke you just knew he was going to step into it and pull out, like he did against Nogueira so many times but . . . he didn’t. When his hand tapped in submission for the first time in his professional life the world sat, stunned. Everyone watching went silent. This was a fluke and it would never happen again, right?

That “fluke” took place in June of 2010 and The Emperor didn’t fight again until February of 2011. His first fight coming off of a loss in over a decade was the main event in the quarterfinal round of the Strikeforce Heavyweight Grand Prix. He was a 5 to 1 favorite and was all but scheduled to fight Alistair Overeem, a highly regarded Heavyweight and the Strikeforce Champion, or get a rematch with the only man to truly defeat him, Fabricio Werdum. Everything was set up beautifully for maximum drama. Once Fedor defeated Silva and moved into the next round the world would be guaranteed a bout of epic anticipation that would reverberate throughout the world rankings.

As usual on February 12th, 2011 the smaller, older Emelianenko stepped into the ring as a heavy favorite, this time over the giant Antonio “Bigfoot” Silva. Fedor’s face locked in the same expressionless, determined gaze. The bell sounds. The fighters begin to circle and exchange blows. Silva moves about smoothly, towering over Emelianenko but, undeterred, Fedor charges in with punches landing some heavy shots and eating a few for his trouble. They engage one another in a clinch against the cage, Silva pressing on Fedor trying to tire him out. They are reset to the center of the ring and it begins again. Fedor striking . . . the fight going from standing to the clinch and eventually to the ground . . . twenty seconds . . . a flurry from both men . . . a right, a left, a right. Swinging wildly and connecting repeatedly are both fighters. DING DING! A close round, much closer than anyone expected. Fedor’s trainers speak to him in Russian, Silva’s in Portuguese. The bell sounds again. Fedor moves forward toward the center of the cage, unloading a huge overhand right and is met by the powerful, lowered shoulder of Silva. The GOAT on his back and cannot shake the bigger man from his perch. He begins to eat punishing blow after blow to the head but he defends himself and continues to try escaping his predicament. Emelianenko rolls over in an attempt to sneak out the back and the humongous BJJ black belt has the Emperor right where he wants him, but he can’t submit him. Fedor’s will shall not be broken again. He survives the rear naked choke attempt and he is again under Silva taking punishment. Another rear escape attempt and Silva tries again to choke him out. For nearly 5 minutes straight Fedor is being smothered, squeezed, choked, and pounded on by a 280 pound man whom has every intention of finishing this fight without the judges’ input. All this punishment, yet he’s still there, still fighting . . . twenty-five seconds . . . Silva has Fedor in a knee bar, but Fedor still has the capacity to reverse into a leg lock attack of his own . . . 10 seconds . . . both men attacking the other’s leg. DING DING! As Fedor rises to his feet you can’t help but notice that his right eye is completely swollen shut from the abuse but his expression is the same. His will has not been broken and he is prepared to go into the third and final round to finish this fight.

The referee and doctors call a stop to the fight. A good decision as Fedor was completely blind in his right eye due to the immense swelling. The facial expression now changes. I know that look, that’s sadness. He knows what we’re all about to hear but all hope we aren’t. This may very well be the last time we ever see him in the cage. If we never see Fedor Emelianenko fight again, we can all be proud to say we’ve seen the greatest and that we’re just fine with that.

You, Fedor Emelianenko, were the greatest heavyweight of all time, without a doubt.  Millions would say the greatest to ever step in the ring. For a decade you captivated millions and reigned atop the sport as a valiant, humble, deserving champion. In the end you went out the way a warrior should, in a blaze of glory. You took more punishment than any man should ever be able to take in a fight and you took it from a man 50 pounds larger than you and smiled, ready to go in for more. You owe us nothing, and we all owe you the immense respect you have given every opponent that you have faced. You are the GOAT. You are Fedor Emelianenko.

 

Dynamite!! 2009 Was an insanely awesome card and culminated with Aoki snapping Hirota’s humerus in half…

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the best part is that Aoki was Dream’s lightweight champ and Hirota was Sengoku’s lightweight champ. Just the idea of the two promotions coming together for such a monumental card is astounding.  There was a SRC HW title fight, a Dream HW fight, the finale for the Dream Super Hulk (open weight) Grand Prix, and several K-1 bouts but the fights between Dream and Sengoku’s guys alone would make up a robust and sizeable card.

  • LW bout: Aoki (Dream LW champ) vs. Hirota (SRC LW champ)
  • HW bout: Overeem vs. Fujita
  • FW bout: “Kid” Yamamoto vs. Kanehara (SRC FW champ)
  • LW bout: Kawajiri vs. Yokota
  • FW bout: Tokoro vs. Man Kim
  • MW bout: Manhoef vs. Misaki
  • WW bout: Sakurai vs. Gono
  • FW bout: Takaya vs. Omigawa
  • HW bout: Shibata vs. Izumi

Please, step into my FANTASY world where time and contracts and money mean nothing. The only thing that matters is the fans getting to see what they want. Let’s put together a PPV card worth $100, the greatest MMA card ever held.

Season’s Beatings 2011

Saturday December 24th 2011 at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas

The UFC and Strikeforce execs have signed off to put a card together and each has agreed to send at least two champions each to the face-off. We have been asked to help assemble this card and as such I’ll get the conversation started. I’ll throw some names into the hat from each division of each promotion and list the champions from all the divisions. We’ll try to get 11 bouts. Nine UFC vs. Strikeforce (7 bouts with non title holders 2 bouts UFC Champ vs. SF Champ)bouts,  a title bout or super fight(i.e. Silva vs. GSP) for the UFC, and a Strikeforce title match or big ticket fight (i.e. Jason Miller vs. Nick Diaz), maybe the HW GP Final. I have left off the Featherweight and Bantamweight divisions of the UFC since Strikeforce doesn’t have those divisions. However, either division could be the division the UFC uses for a title fight. Let’s take a look at some of the guys listed here and start the debate… I’ll add some of your good cards to the post as well.

UFC

Champs

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  • Heavyweight – Cain Velasquez
  • Light-Heavyweight – Mauricio Rua
  • Middleweight – Anderson Silva
  • Welterweight – Georges St. Pierre
  • Lightweight – Frankie Edgar
  • Featherweight – Jose Aldo
  • Bantamweight – Dominic Cruz

Heavyweights

  • Junior dos Santos
  • Roy Nelson
  • Brock Lesnar
  • Shane Carwin
  • Frank Mir
  • Big Nog’

Light-Heavyweights

  • Rashad Evans
  • Rampage Jackson
  • Jon Jones
  • Lyoto Machida
  • Ryan Bader
  • Lil’ Nog’

Middleweights

  • Chael Sonnen
  • Michael Bisping
  • Chris Leben
  • Wanderlei Silva
  • Yushin Okami
  • Nate Marquardt

Welterweights

  • Josh Koscheck
  • Jon Fitch
  • Thiago Alves
  • Dan Hardy
  • BJ Penn
  • Diego Sanchez

Lightweights

  • Gray Maynard
  • Kenny Florian
  • BJ Penn
  • George Sotiropoulos
  • Jeremy Stephens
  • Clay Guida

Strikeforce

Champs

Strikeforce Belt

  • Heavyweight – Alistair Overeem
  • Light-heavyweight – Rafael Calvacante
  • Middleweight – Ronaldo Souza
  • Welterweight – Nick Diaz
  • Lightweight – Gilbert Melendez

Heavyweights

  • Fedor Emelianenko
  • Fabricio Werdum
  • Antonio Silva
  • Andrei Arlovski
  • Sergei Kharitonov
  • Brett Rogers

Light-Heavyweights

  • Dan Henderson
  • Gegard Mousasi
  • Muhammed Lawal
  • Renato Sobral
  • Roger Gracie

Middleweights

  • Cung Le
  • Jason Miller
  • Tim Kennedy

Welterweights

  • Paul Daley
  • Marius Zaromskis
  • Scott Smith
  • KJ Noons
  • ….

Lightweights

  • JZ Calvan
  • KJ Noons
  • (if they can get off their ass and pull him up) Eddie Alvarez
  • Lyle Beerbohm
  • Billy Evangelista
  • Justin Wilcox
  • Ryan “The Natural Light” Couture

Some people party a little different than others. When I attend mixed gatherings things tend to be frat party like or overtly trite. When you throw in different groups of people in one setting people tend to group together and clique up.  The Latinos hang out with the Latinos, the Blacks with the Blacks, and the Whites with the Whites. No one forces them to do it, it just happens. If not by race then you will have the popular kids, rich kids, jocks, hippies, and non-affiliated people splitting up cliquing together in corners of the party. Even in this situation race still seems to determine, partially, the group’s make-up. The jocks tend to be more Black than anything else. The hippies are almost EXCLUSIVELY white. The rich kids are almost all white and few are actually rich. Popular kids is really an overview of all the groups except the non-affiliated, or the floaters. Some of the floaters may be popular but no one really calls them their best friend except other floaters, as they hang out with everyone and don’t really spend too much time with any one group. I think more than anything people just like to hang out with people they have things in common with and people they know and trust.

There are times, however, when that line of thinking can backfire in quite amusing ways…

Like waking in strange places…

…or not being awake for an awesome photoshoot (starts at 2:02 but the whole thing is pretty sweet if you were part of it)…

…getting body slammed onto the “couch” and having shoulder problems for life “I’m like THIS close to whoopin’ somebody’s ass!”…

…you may end up being the guy at the bar that other people pont and laugh at for dancing like a moron…

…or you dance with a box on your head…

…maybe you end up trying some dumb shit you saw on a TV show…

…and of course when you pass out around white people shit like this happens…

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…there is a lesson here to be learned but considering all these videos and pictures span from 2007 to present I apparently haven’t learned it.

If you’ve been following this season of TUF then you have no doubt seen Jonathan Brookins shine. He is an experienced fighter and my pick to win the contract at the end of the season. With the WEC folding into the UFC, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Brookins drop down for another run at Jose Aldo. Aldo dominated Brookins at WEC 63 a few years ago, but as you see here the take down he set to set up Josh Koscheck’s #2 and 3 picks even worked on Aldo, and I don’t see any of these guys stopping it.

(props to NHB USA of the MixedMartialArts.com forums for the find)

Watch the whole fight here if you wish to see the excellence that is Jose Aldo.

America!!

Family reunions are among the worst of all family functions. As many Americans are quite aware, family reunions are almost certainly a total catastrophe. No one I have ever met wants to plan a reunion, much less host one.

Typical Mexican family reunion:

I know that I do not want to be the person who forgets to invite Great Aunt Edna. A family reunion is a disaster in wait that even FEMA would be hard pressed to resolve. It is because of the multiple kinds of people who attend that tragedy strikes without fail. There are the “Jesus-freaks” and the “throwbacks” who tend to blend well together. However, when a Jesus-freak is engaged in an elongated encounter with their polar opposites, the “wild asses”, they mix like the french and Louisiana rednecks and face it no one likes Cajun people, just their food.

When the Jesus-freaks all get together in the kitchen while everyone is outside playing badminton or some other obscure family game like croquet, all hell quite literally breaks loose in that kitchen. The Jesus-freaks simply cannot contain their gossipy judging nature and insist upon talking incessantly about their relatives who are, “outside drinking around children!”, and how “those screw ups are going to raise more wild heathens.” Unless you fancy yourself a Jesus-freak, they are to be avoided in large numbers, but not to be confused with the “throwbacks”.

The throwbacks, or the “old heads”, are the elders of the family. The throwbacks can be extremely entertaining but are easily set off. Once a throwback is triggered, they are as volatile as the 38th parallel. My personal favorite throwbacks are the old men in the family who have led an interestingly robust life because they have more stories than the Bible. For example, when the wild asses in your familty are drinking and playing games that the throwbacks themselves are not participating in, either due to their advanced ages or astronomically low levels of give-a-fuck, I like to sit down and engage one in parlance. You might be astonished upon realizing you enjoy that same story every time Grandpa tells it. The throwbacks are ultimately the mediators between the Jesus-freaks and the fuck ups. Mediation is paramount when trying to circumvent the inevitable downturn of civility that is nearly guaranteed to ensue as the event progresses. Remember family reunions almost NEVER go off without a hitch. The antiques can help to better explain the points of the Bible thumpers to the heathens and also better understand that the latter just wants their independence and convey to the Jesus-freaks that they are entitled to such.

The wild ones love their independence to the point they have modeled their entire lives around rebelling against the established powers in the family tree.They are the rebellious ones, tend to grow up and mature, and as Winston Churchill once famously stated:

“Anyone who isn’t a Liberal before the age of 30 has no heart and anyone who is still a Liberal after the age of 30 has no brain.”

Perhaps the wisdom that comes with age is what allows the throwbacks to serve as such amazing mediators between the two factions. The rebels are the largest of the group due to it being defined by the smallest of the groups, the Bible thumpers. Anyone who has yet to get right with god is a wild one. Cousin Shelby, 19, with three children and no husband…whore, Uncle Robert with more DUIs and divorces than Zsa Zsa Gabor and Nick Nolte combined…worthless fuck up. Wild ones are the hippies, thugs, drunks, promiscuous daughters, and good-for-nothing sons. The wild ones are also the most fun and least miserable in attendance, barely beating out the throwbacks. If it weren’t for the cantankerous disposition the relics posses they would be serene!

The next time you find yourself trapped around large group of people you can’t fucking stand but are forced to be cordial with, due to some distant relation that even the State of Arkansas Marriage License Department refuses recognize as family, I must suggest you locate the group best fitting your personality and seek refuge. Enjoy these moments of family function bliss for they shall surely come crumbling down faster than the walls of Jericho once the assembled assholes have climbed upon and strapped onto their high horses or drank the magic potion of invicibooze preparing to challenge one another’s authority on mutual ground.

Note: A family reunion should never be held in a public park. No one wants to see their Uncle Charlie get knocked out cold by the guy trying to have a picnic with his girlfriend. It’s never good when you finally find Shelly either

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There are many forms of physical attraction women bestow upon the eyes of men. There are the broads you see walking down the beach and say to your buddies, “Holy Christ. The things I’d do to that girl would be illegal in 12 states.” and there are the dames you see out to eat with their friends laughing and having fun and you don’t say anything at all. You just sit there till you realize you’ve been staring for 5 solid seconds and you jerk away just as she looks up at you. Always awkward. Not to mention the chicks you pay a $10 cover to see shake dem tittayz in your face.Of course there are the lasses you find incredibly attractive and even though none of your buddies agree, you can’t help but think she’s cute as hell.   All of these women are “hot” but in vastly different ways. Sometimes there is a “multiplier” sometimes its just natural. Sometimes it’s just primal lust!

1) The most underrated of the hotties.

The girl next door is probably the best kind of hottie. You know her. You see her often. Decent chance you’ve seen her without make up and you know what she really looks like without photo editing and make-up artists. So you know she isn’t fake. Most importantly these are the ladies you’ve met and know to have personality to go with those looks. Men have slowly been transformed into these media controlled panty wastes that base their attractions on what the media sells us as hot. I’m not going to pretend I’m some exemption to the rule, but I’m not as far gone as most. Yes I hate pubic hair. No I wouldn’t want to sleep a chick if I saw her strolling down the beach looking like this…

A) the bird on the right has a mullet

2) see A.

I may fall prey to preferring the general style of my current generation. I do not, however. fall into the trap where every time the media or masses tell me a chick is hot I go along with it. Like the argument that Kim Karfatasshian is a 10. Or that Megan Fox is one of the hottest broads in Hollywood. I’m constantly dumbfounded by these statements. They are both hot though and serve as great markers for the different types. Where as Kim Kardashian’s hotness is, more than likely,  mostly make up, air brush and the clothes she wears, Megan Fox is just trashy and would better fit in the next category… The girl next door is the girl you would date. The type of woman so damn cute that even her flaws are cute. So cute that her smile makes up for that atrocious laugh or the beautiful green eyes make up for EVERYTHING. Chicks you think are hot and maybe your friends do not see what you see. Maybe you all agree she is hot but she doesn’t get the recognition cause she is that girl you know and not “that chick from Transformers” or whatever.

Maybe she’s a friend you and your friends think is Jenna Fisher(lol)  hot but no one hits on cause she’s just a friend…

…or maybe she’s a waitress you see at your favorite bar who is so hot that she somehow made you forget your order even though you always order a Guinness…

…or the unfairly gorgeous co-worker who everyone stares at when she walks by so much so that she is hesitant to even walk through the warehouse…

…Girl next door seems so wrong now that I’m thinking about it. Maybe “hot chicks you know but can’t have” or  “out of your league hometown hotties”.

Something about a sweet waitress and a legitimate smile is a multiplier. (“yeah you probably think strippers like you , too.”)

Being a nurse is definitely a hotness multiplier. Just something about those scrubs and the will to take care of others.

For the beautiful ladies whose photos I used, thank you for the permission to use your pictures.

2) Skanks : They love attention…and wet t-shirt contests

Ah the ever-present skank. Skank, white trash, slut, attention whore, whatever you wanna call em. This brand of hot is probably rooted in our subconscious. We , as men, feel a deep, primal need to screw women. We are here to breed. We can cut out the breeding part but that primal need to smash guts isn’t pushed aside with such ease. And skanks…well skanks are like the wounded gazelle to the hunting lion. Actually that’s a bad analogy cause, unlike the skank, the gazelle isn’t out looking to be eaten by the lion. Skanks are a breed all their own. In all fairness they most closely resemble men in actions. From their ridiculous attention grabbing, if not constantly mocked, tattoos (tribal arm bands and tramp stamps) to their complete lack of inhibitions. Ahhh the skank..

Just ask this guy how he feels about skanks…

I’ll tell you what he’ll say….”CHACHING!!!”

They are the ones who take skanky pictures of themselves and/or their friends half-naked or naked even and pretend they don’t know how they ended up on the internet.

[ed. note: Pretty sure I would cut off my mullet and weave it to the end of a whip like a cat of 9 tails and then proceed to beat the shit out of my daughter for this.]

These are the chicks with their tits half out, slamming shots at the local dive bar making a scene.

The chick who buys you a shot and then blows you in the ladies room at your local chain restaurant.

Those broads who go to the mall in heels and a mini skirt.

Anyone from Jersey City, Daytona Beach, or Horn Lake.

There are also the incognito skanks or trendy skanks. They just infiltrate whatever subculture present in their city and then fuck everything in it before they move along to the next group.

They dance all alone in slutty dresses when they’ve gotten shit faced and their whore friends have already left with someone.

They don’t ever wear panties cause that’s just one more thing they got to remember not to leave in the back seat of your car.

They are always eating  a popsicle like this…

and before you sissies give me the “oh wtf seriously” routine remember that these broads definitely grew up to become skanks. It’s like the fags, maybe you’re just born skanky.

Skandom is usually a short-lived attraction, however.  Once that caveman-like need to get, as Mystikal so eloquently phrased it, “that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff” has passed and more importantly the alcohol has worn off the skank has usually lost her appeal.

If you are going to go for the skanky-hot then utilize these multipliers:

Short shorts, bottom boob, and be extremely flirtatious.  In all honesty most of the skanks really wouldn’t be that attractive at all if they weren’t so skanktastic. Skankdom is a multiplier in and of itself.

3) SEXY LADIES!: Must have been reared on chicken farms the way they raise cocks.

These are those ultra sexy ladies who don’t really bring anything else to the table but being hot. Most hot Celebrities are among this genre of hot. It is perfectly acceptable to call these women bitches in an open forum. Bitches like Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian are good at nothing but being them. Celebrities for the sake of being celebrities. If they were anyone else’s children they would just be up there in the 2nd group at one of those Daytona wet t-shirt contests and getting knocked up before 20 by some broski from Kansas State on Spring break. They have been around throughout the decades all over the world. These are the ladies who have no real job so all they do is party and dress up. Super models are notorious for being this type of hot. Not saying that all of them are. You CAN be smoking hot and actually have a brain. Christy Turlington…

…has studied in Comparative Religion and Eastern Philosophy and received her degree from NYU. Cindy Crawford…

…was working on a degree in Chemical Engineering at Northwestern before she realized she could get mad rich being a model. Brooke Shields

…graduated from Princeton with a degree in French Literature. Do these degrees make them geniuses? Not really, but they do indeed make them better and smarter than Paris Hilton! I mean seriously Had anyone heard of Paris Hilton in the mainstream media prior to this…

Being smart is definitely a multiplier! So hit the books and get your sexy on!!

4) The strangely hot: You see it, they all wanna disagree, can’t really explain it.

You know those girls who are just you find oddly attractive. Maybe they are old but you still find them hot. Maybet they aren’t all that pretty but something about them is hot. Maybe they are just hot cause of what they do.  For instance if Danica Patrick was just another broad She’d be cute, pretty even but sexy? I don’t know.

You put her in a normal light and she looks well…normal

But you church her up and use the fact that she’s a race car driver as a multiplier and you tell me if you think she’s hot…

There are a lot of girls like this. Some of them not as easy to ‘splain.

Vera Farminga

Jenna Elfman

Meg Ryan

Tina Fey

Keri Byron

Marissa Tomei

Sarah Palin

5) Simple timeless beauty!

Those women who are so beautiful they come off as nothing more than a mastubatory fantasy. You know they really exist but you have a very hard time believing anyone could be that beautiful. Even if they really were, you know YOU have the chance of a kid in open-heart surgery being operated on by a palsy patient with a crescent wrench. These women are classically beautiful.  Women whose beauty span decades and fades nil. No names here…just pictures of beautiful women. You should know who they are.

and of course…

hmmmm yeah not much more to be said….


Bobby Lashley will also be fighting on the Strikeforce Nashville card on CBS. It appears that Strikeforce is pulling out all of the stops here and adding all the biggest names (and celestial bodies) they can to the card. The only way this card could get in more awesome is if Fedor filled in the TBA slot in the Bobby Lashley fight!

here is a little show piece for you if you somehow don’t know who Bobby Lashley is…