The Fallen Te’o

Ha! Is this Manti Te’o dude a fucking Looney-Tune? Or is he secretly a Kardashian in search of attention—through annoying publicity stunts?

She is my girlfriend…no she’s not... but, she’s dead and in a better place with my real girlfriend. Between Te’o and Lance Armstrong, those two could form their own U.S. Government. Lies after lies, after lies! And, a promise to fix a broken economy? A big hoax!

Te’o, a linebacker at the University of Notre Dame told social media a heartwarming tale of his relationship with a young woman who was suffering from leukemia, but died before they ever met.
  
Holy Mackerel! This Te’o dude is nothing but a psychologically sick Catfish! An internet predator who creates a fake identity with the intention of getting other people or a person to fall in love with them.

Perhaps Te’o wanted to live out his childhood fantasy of being marooned on a Hawaiian island with a gorgeous brunette trying to feed her his coconuts.

Te’o, you need to fashion your lies from the King of Lies. Bill Clinton could Barely Blink when he said, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” which [I agree] is completely different from putting his cigar up her butt!!

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No Pants Subway Ride

There is something about Democracy that unleashes a liberal circus in some folks. Democracy, for me, unleashes the sting of my tongue and the art of reporting on some of the most bizarre and obtuse things I encounter. For example...I could Barely Blink today (January 13, 2013) when I noticed random groups of folks bearing their underwears in the 50-degree, misty, grey winter weather—all in the name of the 12th Annual No Pants Subway Ride Day.

I must have missed the memo on this No Pants Day, or I would have been clad in a pair of my Calvin Klein boxer-briefs bearing all of my big, bulging, business. Instead, I stood, dissatisfied when I approached the apparent ring-leader of one of the Pants-less groups and asked, “What's this masquerade for?”

“Ahhh...No Pants Day,” he responded.
“Yeah? What the fuck is that?” I delved.
“Ahhh...” the duffus paused.
“It's an annual event staged by an Improv,” his wimpy partner-in-stupidity interjected.  “It was started by these seven guys a few years ago and now grown into an international celebration of silliness,” He concluded. I opted to ponder his rehearsed delivery, since his ring-leading buddy was stomped for speech.

Ha! The things folks do for attention, which includes arrest and jail time, of which I am certain will result for most of those Pants-less idiots at the end of the day.

 
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