By Lex September 29, 2014 @ 10:11 AM
UFC after parties are key ever since UFC responded to their shittier fight night cards by raising pay-per-view prices to Paris Hilton’s weekend cocaine tab. They schedule some pretty decent match-ups, then cancel when some fighter’s roid box blows or their dog chews off their flexor tendon while they’re sleeping in their van behind the Luxor. That’s why you need the stellar ring girls who pass the test of looking bangable in Larry Bird’s 80′s trunks as they circle the octagon in a counterclockwise rotation between rounds. If these girls started punching the shit out of each other, that would be mighty disturbing, though finally worth the DirecTV bill.
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By Lex August 27, 2014 @ 12:11 PM
It must be nice to make the cut above Hooters waitress. Your soul smells less like fried chicken. I’d scalpel, insert, freeze, super-size, inject, and satanically murder whatever it took to reach the rung where you got bathrobes and director’s chairs on breaks instead of a guy named Carlos trying to massage your sideboob. I probably wouldn’t let Dana White in my shorts, but a few Tuesday nights slinging wings for tips might change my mind.
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By Lex July 22, 2014 @ 12:38 PM
Miami used to be the place you’d go to browse markets for the freshest cocaine. Then maybe in the evening be sucker punched by one of the Canseco brothers. Now you can also see girls like Arianny Celeste in their bikinis taking a break from their jobs of being in bikinis. I’ve liked Arianny Celeste ever since she beat the crap out of her boyfriend in a limo. I appreciate a women who lets you know how she’s going to hurt you in advance. That’s either jaded or sensible or both.
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By Lex July 07, 2014 @ 6:24 PM
I like that we live in a world where girls can become famous simply for being attractive and holding their fantastic breasts in their own hands for photographs. It’s really what separates us from the animals. We’re no longer an agrarian, manual labor based society. Without the meritless promotion of superficial strength and beauty, we’d start making unattractive smart people our demigods rather than muscular athletes and girls with fantasy tits. You don’t want to find yourself masturbating to an Angela Merklel poster on your high school bedroom wall. If it’s the one where she’s looking right at you, trust me, you can’t finish to that.
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By Lex June 11, 2014 @ 12:10 PM
Under new ownership, Maxim magazine continues its on-again off-again tradition of inviting really good looking foreign models to its Maxim Hot 100 celebration. Last year saw the Miley Cyrus incident that cost the waning periodical its nut sack in pride. They seem to have righted their ship this year by bringing out girls who have a better understanding of how to put on lipstick. These are the girls who were told as far back as they can remember how pretty they were, because they were, not because they had a kids TV show that was paying for all the Range Rovers in the family.
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By Lex March 31, 2014 @ 4:21 PM
Men give up a lot for women they want to know biblically. They’ll surrender their fortunes, sell out their friends, break up their families. I’ve heard more than one guy say he’d give up his left nuts for a night with some good looking woman. Perhaps a left nut is pretty relatively minor. My adopted dog has no nuts and he’s the happiest sonuvabitch you ever met. I like to imagine he surrendered them after one sweaty night of humping some hairy bitch in heat. Maybe that permanent smile he wears is him reliving that glorious night of conquest on endless loop in his brain, and knowing he no longer carries the burden of all the work that a repeat performance would involve. I’m not saying you ought castrate yourself, I’m just suggesting you’ll probably be miserable until you do.
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