G's up, hoes down - April 20, 2008
No special reason for the title. I think it's just so much fun to say.
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I have been in the best mood all weekend. I think it's a combination of the beautiful weather, watching the video below over & over again, and the ice cream I had last night (and again this morning)...it definitely was not vanilla.
So last night I was at a bar that was showing that UFC thing. For the past year I've been racking my brain (eat it) trying to figure out what the appeal of this. Please spare me the comments & emails telling me how I just don't understand the sport. You're right. I don't. I've had countless lectures from my sister about how technical it is. How this dude is a black belt in Jiu-jitsu (see? I know my shit), blah, blah, blah. The way I see it is that it's an excuse for men to roll around on a mat together, and grope each other, under the guise of being a sport...and manly.
Exhibit A: you can't fake passion like this...
Exhibit B: I know I like it when my dates end like this...
Back to the story...
I was only there to see the musician who was performing after the beatings, but was unfortunately subjected to the main event. The second we walked into the bar I turned to my girlfriend and said, "Holy testosterone."
"I feel like I've just been fucked with an invisible dick," she replied.
The amount of drunk, jacked up on Redbull (or other heart pumping substances), short, compensating, obnoxious guys in this bar was out of control. The UFC brings out a quality crowd. It was definitely not the night to leave your drink unattended. If you did you'd probably come to in a strange apartment near DePaul and Chachi will have you in a rear naked choke (even though he'd secretly be wishing it was his frat brother instead).
Thankfully the main event between the two beefy midgets didn't last that long, and there was a mas exodus of testosterone leaving the bar. Although, I personally think it's embarrassing that the American (totally a bottom, btw) let the French Canadian with the tiny shoulders win.
Whatevs.
Posted by TheTrixie at 8:58 AM
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My brother ordered it. He told me to get myself up to his place and we watched it with his girl. She loves it and before she went to bed she decided she would throw some punches at him and all before kissing him goodnight. By the way, I would have stayed for the music.
Posted by: Wayland at April 20, 2008 10:35 PM
"The way I see it is that it's an excuse for men to roll around on a mat together, and grope each other, under the guise of being a sport...and manly"
You can count on Trixie to find a sex angle in everything. Pervert.
Posted by: Willie at April 21, 2008 05:54 PM
Did you get a large ice cream cone, Trix? Hope so. You deserve it.
Posted by: 2LocedoutG'ssowecrazy at April 21, 2008 10:55 PM
Yeah, the "ground pounding" thing also leaves a very homo-erotic twinge in your ear. But, we loves the blood! I'm just waitin' until we bring back gladiators. Now THATS fun.
Posted by: CaptainCanada at April 22, 2008 10:47 PM
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