Monday, March 30, 2015

Who Gives A F*#!

In the spirit of March Madness, I could not fuck around and miss out on telling y'all this fucked up story of a basketball player on the Medicine Hat College Rattlers team in Canada. The Brazilian athlete's name is Guilherme Carabagiale Fuck, but he goes by Gui Fuck (pronounced ghee-Foo-key) and he just wants the right to put his fucking surname on the back of his jersey. I mean Fuckin' A, how hard can that be?
In Brazil where he grew up his last name was never an issue, however, when he went to play basketball in Wyoming the coach said people may find his last name offensive so he was told to drop the F bomb and use his Italian middle name as his last name. Then when he transferred to Medicine Hat he got fucked again and he had to slap his middle name on the back of his jersey. All the fucktards from reporters to announcers don't want to talk about his accomplishments, but rather go fucking nuts over the spelling and pronunciation of his last name. I mean this dude averages 18 points per game, was named All-Canadian, and helped take his team to the Canadian Collegiate Athletic Association Championship but still the fuckwads focus on his name.
Plus ya gotta appreciate the dude's sense of humor. He says he wishes the attention was focused on basketball but he's just glad his name is out there: 
Back in Brazil, people don’t call me Gui, they call me Fuck. Everybody—especially in the basketball world—they know me as Fuck. If they say: ‘Oh, do you know Gui?’… ‘Who?’ … ‘Oh, Fuck.’ … ‘Okay.’”
Finally the powers at be basically didn't give a flying fuck and Gui won the right to put his real last name on his jersey. Gui's coach said it became apparent that his last name was very important to him. He wants to have kids and spread the Fuck last name. Whoo Wee, he's sure gonna get him some sympathy fucks over this attention huh?
So now that Mr. Fuck has won the right to wear his name on his jersey, if some fucker gives him any shit, I say he rips off his jersey and sports this t-shirt underneath:
P.S. Thanks to an old blogging friend for seeing this story and thinking my warped mind could do somethin' with it!
Story: Here 

Wednesday, March 25, 2015


Welcome to another edition of Wacky Wednesday folks as we gear up for prom season. I know y'all have seen those creative ways all over FaceBook and Instagram how teenagers are asking the objects of their affection to the big high school dance, and kudos to them for using such imagination! But I'm not really here to talk about all that. What I want to know is since when did the pronoun "the" get dropped when talking about "THE" prom, and when did it simply become known as "PROM"? I even heard a national newscaster this morning refer to it as Prom. YEE GADS, I guess the prom has now hit the upper echelon of success like other individuals who are privileged enough to go by one name like Beyoncé, Cher, Madonna and Prince.
Maybe it's just a regional thing? Perhaps I'm showing my age? But us old Yankees either went to the prom or we didn't. Right Larry David?
Seriously folks no one says, I'm going to Super Bowl, or I'm going to Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, both of which are pretty iconic events if you ask me. It's just so weird and wacky that the prom, of all thangs, gets the grand distinction of the dropped pronoun. Anywho, I got to get in car, go to grocery store and bank, and later tonight I have dinner date. 

Monday, March 23, 2015

Blurred Lines Verdict

Whew, this Blurred Lines verdict sure has folks in an uproar. So in case ya haven't heard an LA jury has decided that Pharrell Williams and Robin Thicke must pay $7.3 million to Marvin Gaye's family for copyright infringement saying they copied Gaye's song "Got To Give It Up" when writing their smash hit "Blurred Lines".

Pharrell ain't Happy right now and states that "the verdict handicaps any creator out there who is making something that might be inspired by something else. This applies to fashion, music, design ... anything". And, if ya check out Twitter and news articles about this case, he certainly has tons of support from musicians, big wigs in the music industry and even legal experts.

I really don't know how much support Robin Thicke is gettin' after he basically said under oath that he was drunk and high on vicodin when he showed up at the studio and was just lucky to be in the room when Pharrell wrote the song. His recollection is that when they made the song he wanted to be more involved than he actually was, but when it became a huge hit, he wanted the credit. Yeppers, even though he had blurred vision, I think everyone agrees he's purdy much of a douche bag!

 So, what do you think? Do you think this verdict blurs the line on the creative process? Or has your life just been a blur like mine after seein' this rendition on TV:

Stories: Here and Here

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Nekkid But Not Afraid

Welcome to another edition of Wacky Wednesday folks where today you are just gonna have to grin and bare it while I tell ya about a man in Charlotte, North Cackalacky who likes to stand at the front door of his home buck ass nekkid. Although he is the butt of all jokes in the Cardinal Glenn neighborhood, police say he is not doing anything illegal.
The bare facts are that this dude has been hangin' out in his doorway in his birthday suit for the past ten years. When opportunity knocks, neighbors have called the law dogs but they say the bare bones of the law of indecent exposure only applies in a public place.

Well folks since ya can't really tell from the grainy news story photo how this nudist looks, at the bare minimum I think the law should read as follows:
If the guy looks like this, break down the damn door 'cause it don't matter if he's barely legal.
However, if this creep bares it all, ya need to give him a door jam where the sun don't shine. And that my friends is the naked truth!

Thank you to my friend Sara for delivering this story to my door. 

Story: Here

Monday, March 16, 2015

Hoots and Hollers Comes to North Cackalacky

Did y'all hear those big ol' Texas hoots and hollers across the nation? Yeppers that was Holli from Holli's Hoots and Hollers who was travelin' all over this great country of ours on business, but carved out some time in her busy schedule when she stopped in North Cackalacky to visit little ol' me. We have been blogging buddies for about three years but never met face to face.
So Holli's business trip took her to the capital city of Raleigh. Well what's a girl like me to do from a small beach town two hours away? Look for an excuse to go shopping in the big city of course. And that is exactly what I did. Yea I went way over budget, but I don't get out much. Then it only took me 45 minutes to find the hotel which was 3 miles from my current location because I'm too stoopit to figure out how to use a GPS, but I finally made it.  When I met up with Holli she was hell bent on findin' the nearest Harley store so she could buy her hubby a t-shirt from the Carolinas. Dang, despite growing up in York, PA which is home to the largest Harley manufacturing facility, I had nevah been to a Harley store. But I got a feel for the joint real quick. Like they say, "American by Birth. Rebel by Choice". Not only was Holli's shopping excursion a success, I was able to check out the new free cycle trike she will be getting. Oh yea baby!
After a three hour dinner of telling each other our entire life history, we were wiped out. Of course we were also wiped out the next morning from stomach pains in the middle of the night due to something we ate. OUCH! However, what fun it was to connect with someone I met in the blogosphere! I'm sure Holli is hootin' and hollerin' all over Dallas about now 'cause I know she is glad to be home!