I am a huge fab of wrrestling, ever since I was a wee knibble piquito nino i loved wrestling. Yes, I am highly competitive and love a good ruck and did ok in learning grappling in the Army. Yet the art of turkisk oil wrestling is something to a whole new level that makes me more than stand up and pay attention. There's the guys, the oil, the nuclear wedgie in leather pants, and then there are the pants. Man, I got to get me a pair of those. I first came into contact with this sport when I was 17 from a photo essay and was taken by the men and the ritual that these communities take part it. Needless to say that I was hooked and loved it ever since.
There is something to be said about contact sports and the affiliation, more than just the display of hot, oiled, beefy Turkish men. When watching the matches it does apear to be a game of wit rather than of brawn to find the weakest points for a take down. Poppa;s got a brand new bag. Enjoy the show.
It's a known fact that I think Rugby Players are hot, not just hot fucking Scorching hot. So hot I would elbow an elderly bitch to get at the front of the line. Joel Monahhan has been caught with is pants down and his dick in the peanut butter jar. This is someting that is kinda wrong on so many levels. I mean come on now. I am all for flying the freak flag sky high and getting your hoe stroll on, but with a dog. Really. I mean this is a kinda bad and I feel for the guy when getting his nut sack polished, but make sure your poor judgement if with a human being. It's obvious in the phot he's into the whole teabag dipped in peanut butter. I mean the guy is pretty rugged and hot> Jesus, if he wanted to have his balls licked he could have simply asked me. I would have been there with ESPN Pizza and beer. Fuck Twiiter. I mean anything to keep a party going.
I could never imagin doing this with my own dog or any dog for that matter. I will admit i have slept with a few fucking dogs in my days, but they were human and I too blamed alcohol. Yet would never alllow myself to be plastered on the internet let alon twitteer unless it was consenual and I wanted to really do it. And if I ever admitted to having my balls licked by a dog I would make sure that shit was taken to my death bed. BUt what really anoys me to no end is that I wanted to see Rugby cock. Where the peen I mean i feel cheated to say the least that the words of Rugby Playe, Sex Scandal and Sex act ever gave me hope of seeing some real fucking hot shit. But this left me a little flat, considering most of the sex acts with animals that are on the net.
Well, at least in my history. I don't like to think of myself as an aggressive person. Yet I do love to watch a fight, especially girl fights. Let's face it, men love it when women get straight down to the get down. So today at Henry Hate Headquarters we are having a beat down today with hoochie strippers (ahh bless) and female assasins (god love em). I think it is true that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. So I bring you two of my favorite scenes from The Players Club and Kill Bill Vol. II. The last fight I had I was accused of physical assault and battery, when the motherfucker came looking for me, of all places at my business. Let's just say I won't have any more problems from that dick head and his bullshit drug fueled ratarded antics anymore. Enjoy!
I have been going through my vast library of music and cd's and forgot that I had this album, I really should get a life organizer otherwise I am going to end up hoarding books and CD's and Flims. I love the band Mansun although the are no more, it reminds me of a time when I first arrived in London and everything was just s new and completely alien to me. This was a song I loved at the time and really like the video for it's irony, which made perfect sense. As most guys whom are comletely secure in their masculinity can make fun of the softer side of things. After all it does take balls to poke fun at your self and be brave. If you get a chance get the album Six or any of Mansun's stuff.
I am not a fan of American football, nor I a fan of European Footie (soccer to the U.S.). I am a rugby fan, Yeah man! Visually it looks better, the aesthetic is more hands on and, the guys are fucking hot. Even the ugly guys are brutish and, excuse me while I hose my self down. I just don't really watch American Sports, it's a first class lesson in boring. However this year there seemed to be all sorts of controversy over commercials and it seemed to have a running theme. Gays VS. Straights, or as I call it the pink pound is mightier than the traditional nuclear family, and The Man wants a piece of the action. Just because he didn't make the killing doesn't mean he can't feed on the carcass. With the current economic climate as it is, the "traditional family" is finding it hard to buy the goods corporate man wants them to purchase. So who is left?
Gay people, most don't have children and have a much larger disposable income, if you do not take into account self righteous lesbians and their damn gifted kids. Makes perfect sense. So Snickers played it with the cock planted firmly in cheek, by giving it a large amount of humour. To appease the gods over at CBS, which to a bunch of disgruntled old ladies, (Ahh Bless) labeled the channel as Corporate Bullshit, by way of shaming them for saying what would pass and what wouldn't. That, and a large amount of money with the hopes of zeroing in on the pink dollar and the pound. With a pro life anti-abortion commercial being touted as acceptable and Man Crunch not, I wondered it if was the whole PR smoke and mirrors effect in play. Hmmm, shrewd move Mr. money grubbing man.
To me even the name Super Bowl sounds gay. Kinda like a contest they'd have at Hardon. Where guys attempt to shove the biggest and largest dildos up their ass's, till they resemble something that can only look like the New Jersey Turnpike. Boring, messy, tedious to watch, and probably seen in a Tijuana bar floor show for a dollar a million times over. Still the gay voice was heard loud and clear. Just think of the ten percent of the Superbowl population. The butt slapping, the mounting, and the physical frottage and man sweat worked up for a full three hours. When it's all over the ceremonial disrobing and lathering up in the locker room. Jesus this could be a porn script of a thousand titles here.
After first seeing this banned commercial for Mancrunch ad submitted for Super Bowl I asked my self. What the hell is in those chips and where can I crab a bag? Hell screw the bag, where can I buy a case. To Costco I go!
It's a tough game and man's sport. No padding, no huge shoulder panels, or helmets. Full body contact. When I first say it I have to say I was speachless. because it was raw, primal and very aggresive game. Passion and fighting played the field and I was sold. Rubg by is a game I love and never actually get bored of watching. Aussie Rules is alot of fun to watch, but fuck me the dudes are hot, even the ones that have a face of a Babboon's ass. Hot! Still this game catures my attention and my crotch. Unlike American football these guys play hard and on sight the conviction the display to take some one down or attempt to is riviting. Yes, I like when the brawls break out and punches and headbutt's are doled out to the playes and referee's, but the physicality of it all.. I can smell it. Unlike Ultimate Fighting Championships.. any brawny shit kicker can choke hold a moron til he taps out, or grapple him and drop kick his ass. This is different.
It takes skill percision, stamina and a tactic usually reserved for military combat. Jesus just typing this and thinking about it makes my dick hard. But the contact and the tackle seem overtly erotic without the campness of a Liza Minelli show. I have played Rugby twice and I loved it. My position was a hooker, (smiles) where I was in center of the scrum and attemt to hook the ball with my cloven hooves. The last time was i was a loose head.. Becasue I am so damn competitive I tend to go over board and like in Rugbt I lost my shit and kicked up. Still I had fun. I don't wear my Rugby suit anymore. But I had one and wore it to a themed Rugby night at a bar. I tell you that suit along with my tattoos fucking worked on my favor. There is a mystique about Rugby that really gets most men I think. You have the field and the opposing team as obstacles. Like in life you win soe you loose some, and no matter how hard the son of a bitch takes you down, you get back up again. Carry on and not dwell on it, forward motion, onward ho. There is just a full on force to this game, one that can not be played half heartedly. My favorite is the mud, the sludge and the muck make an exciting watch. To me this is better than actaul porn in some senses, becasue it sparks my imagination into over drive. I once made a firend watch for twenty minutes the RAF forces playing rugby in the mud when we came upon them in the park. Becasue the game is not overtly sexual and is devoid of the glitz of American Hyper Sports, it excells in testosterone. And that is where I am forever a fan and follower to this flock. Then ther are the thighs..... umm, I have to go................ but check this machine out! Damn!
