Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Polar Bear
Well I was going to go with Natasha's suggestion of Moose vs. Waterbuffalo, but I'm pretty sure a water buffalo isn't a real animal. Buffalo can barely survive on the plains, I don't think they'd handle living in the ocean very well.
So fortunately for you readers, there's been a pretty awesome breakthrough in the news. I guess in some European country called Berlin, a fat woman* decided to jump the fence into the polar bear's area where she was bitten several times on the arms and legs.
Now, there are a few things I feel the need to point out.
First of all, they're in fucking Berlin and all they have is a fence keeping her out? Isn't the entire city just a giant goddamn wall? I honestly know zero other things about Berlin. Maybe they have a good football team or something, I don't really give a shit. But for chrissake, if you're a nation that is clearly full of people with psychotic tendencies, you should probably have something separating them from thousand pound carnivores that I couldn't have jumped over when I was eight.
Okay, secondly, didn't this bitch see when Will Ferrell goes in the bear pit in Anchorman? I mean, I know the movie wasn't funny at all unless you were really, really high. Or are retarded or something. I swear to christ, every time the word trident is ever brought up some asshole recites half of the fucking script. I'd kill myself if I ever took a Greek mythology class.
So I tried to find the youtube clip from that scene, and I couldn't do it. But I found this instead.
Seriously, Will Ferrell? Are there that few jokes out that you have to put a bear in every one of your fucking movies? I never saw that piece of shit Semi-Pro, but I'm honestly shocked that anyone would go through the trouble of hiring a bear just to recycle a shitty joke. Land of the Lost will probably have prehistoric bears in it too. Goddamn.
But I digress. Back to that tubby bitch from the zoo. I think the Two Jacks in the Hole said it best when they said that the real people to blame here is the Coca-Cola company.
Yeah, "always cool". Motherfuckers, polar bears eviscerate people. Not everything's all cuddles and playtime. I mean, sometimes polar bears need a buddy just like anyone else.
Fucking adorable right? That shit should be made into a poster and FedExed to the Middle East.
But sometimes they get hungry or mad that fat chicks are trying to crash in their zoo-pad. Then what happens?
Yeah, carnage happens motherfuckers. They shoulda just let that fat sloppy bitch defend for herself. They probably would've saved hundreds of dollars on fish or fucking seal meat over the next week.
I'm just glad nothing happened to the bear. He coulda gotten fucked by the 5-0 like that monkey with Lyme disease.
So cheers to you bear. You've done something I've always wanted to do: kick the shit out of a fat woman.
Til next time,
Nick
*eeeew
So fortunately for you readers, there's been a pretty awesome breakthrough in the news. I guess in some European country called Berlin, a fat woman* decided to jump the fence into the polar bear's area where she was bitten several times on the arms and legs.
Now, there are a few things I feel the need to point out.
First of all, they're in fucking Berlin and all they have is a fence keeping her out? Isn't the entire city just a giant goddamn wall? I honestly know zero other things about Berlin. Maybe they have a good football team or something, I don't really give a shit. But for chrissake, if you're a nation that is clearly full of people with psychotic tendencies, you should probably have something separating them from thousand pound carnivores that I couldn't have jumped over when I was eight.
Okay, secondly, didn't this bitch see when Will Ferrell goes in the bear pit in Anchorman? I mean, I know the movie wasn't funny at all unless you were really, really high. Or are retarded or something. I swear to christ, every time the word trident is ever brought up some asshole recites half of the fucking script. I'd kill myself if I ever took a Greek mythology class.
So I tried to find the youtube clip from that scene, and I couldn't do it. But I found this instead.
Seriously, Will Ferrell? Are there that few jokes out that you have to put a bear in every one of your fucking movies? I never saw that piece of shit Semi-Pro, but I'm honestly shocked that anyone would go through the trouble of hiring a bear just to recycle a shitty joke. Land of the Lost will probably have prehistoric bears in it too. Goddamn.
But I digress. Back to that tubby bitch from the zoo. I think the Two Jacks in the Hole said it best when they said that the real people to blame here is the Coca-Cola company.
Yeah, "always cool". Motherfuckers, polar bears eviscerate people. Not everything's all cuddles and playtime. I mean, sometimes polar bears need a buddy just like anyone else.
Fucking adorable right? That shit should be made into a poster and FedExed to the Middle East.
But sometimes they get hungry or mad that fat chicks are trying to crash in their zoo-pad. Then what happens?
Yeah, carnage happens motherfuckers. They shoulda just let that fat sloppy bitch defend for herself. They probably would've saved hundreds of dollars on fish or fucking seal meat over the next week.
I'm just glad nothing happened to the bear. He coulda gotten fucked by the 5-0 like that monkey with Lyme disease.
So cheers to you bear. You've done something I've always wanted to do: kick the shit out of a fat woman.
Til next time,
Nick
*eeeew
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Penguin v. turtle, Dinosaur Jr.
So I just saw Dinosaur Jr. play at Musica in Akron and my ears are still ringing. A couple brief duels:
Dinosaur Jr vs. the hair cells of my Organ of Corti: Dinosaur Jr. Not close. I'll never hear the same again.
Dinosaur Jr vs. electricity: for a brief five minutes, Dinosaur Jr. managed to defeat everything that Ben Franklin taught us about electricity by defeating it with J Mascis' face-melting guitar solos.
These guys are fucking ridiculous. They've been a band longer than I've been alive. They're old enough to be my parents for chrissake. They shouldn't kick as much ass as they do, but they do it. If you wanna see them covering one of the greatest songs since Bach wrote something that only 80 year olds give a shit about, click here. Disagree at your own peril.
Anyways, after the show we got a crew together at the bar and I brought up the following question to Justin (courtesy of Natasha, balla in the worlds of both poetry and being a spicy little Puerto Rican chica):
"But how is a penguin gonna beat a turtle?" you might be thinking. Or you might not, if you have enough brain capacity to, you know, feed and clothe yourself. Or if you're Justin.
Seriously, I hope this guy never procreates, because I'll probably end up being the motherfucker who has to raise the poor little critters. And goddamn do I hate babies. They're disgusting. They're like the same thing as senile old people, only not racist. Or maybe they are, and if they were smart enough to talk they'd say shit like "I think that colored nurse just stole my formula." But they're not smart enough to talk, which is why they're still babies.
Anyways, long and short of it*, I think the fight goes a little something like this:
Wait. That's not right.
Okay, better.
Seriously Yertle. Man the fuck up. That shell isn't for hiding in like a little bitch. It's so you don't die when someone steps on you, or so that you can be turned upside-down and flail around for my amusement. I mean, christ, I just implied that this thing would have no problem destroying you:
Sure, it might beat you in a Being-Adorable-And-Super-Fuzzy Contest and you can't help that. But if it beats you in a battle to the death, that's your own goddamn fault. At least Justin has faith in you.
I'm tired. I gotta go save lives all day tomorrow**
Later bitches,
--Nick
*what the fuck does that saying mean?
**that's right, ladies
Dinosaur Jr vs. the hair cells of my Organ of Corti: Dinosaur Jr. Not close. I'll never hear the same again.
Dinosaur Jr vs. electricity: for a brief five minutes, Dinosaur Jr. managed to defeat everything that Ben Franklin taught us about electricity by defeating it with J Mascis' face-melting guitar solos.
These guys are fucking ridiculous. They've been a band longer than I've been alive. They're old enough to be my parents for chrissake. They shouldn't kick as much ass as they do, but they do it. If you wanna see them covering one of the greatest songs since Bach wrote something that only 80 year olds give a shit about, click here. Disagree at your own peril.
Anyways, after the show we got a crew together at the bar and I brought up the following question to Justin (courtesy of Natasha, balla in the worlds of both poetry and being a spicy little Puerto Rican chica):
What would win in a fight, a turtle or a penguin?Already knowing the answer, and knowing Justin, I just waited for the ridiculousness to flow. As always, he did not disappoint. He's seriously like the fucking M "Night" Shyamalan of Beast Dueling. After fumbling his words for a little bit, I laid it out simply for him: how the fuck is a turtle gonna beat a penguin?
"But how is a penguin gonna beat a turtle?" you might be thinking. Or you might not, if you have enough brain capacity to, you know, feed and clothe yourself. Or if you're Justin.
Seriously, I hope this guy never procreates, because I'll probably end up being the motherfucker who has to raise the poor little critters. And goddamn do I hate babies. They're disgusting. They're like the same thing as senile old people, only not racist. Or maybe they are, and if they were smart enough to talk they'd say shit like "I think that colored nurse just stole my formula." But they're not smart enough to talk, which is why they're still babies.
Anyways, long and short of it*, I think the fight goes a little something like this:
- Penguin goes for a face stab
- Turtle retreats its head into its shell like a little pussy
- Penguin does some cute shit like build a snowman or something
- Turtle pops its head back out
- Penguin goes for another face stab
- Turtle recoils into its shell, awaiting its fate of being a soup or the subject of the most boring chapter in the history of American literature.
- Turtle starves to death
- Victory: Penguin.
Wait. That's not right.
Okay, better.
Seriously Yertle. Man the fuck up. That shell isn't for hiding in like a little bitch. It's so you don't die when someone steps on you, or so that you can be turned upside-down and flail around for my amusement. I mean, christ, I just implied that this thing would have no problem destroying you:
Sure, it might beat you in a Being-Adorable-And-Super-Fuzzy Contest and you can't help that. But if it beats you in a battle to the death, that's your own goddamn fault. At least Justin has faith in you.
I'm tired. I gotta go save lives all day tomorrow**
Later bitches,
--Nick
*what the fuck does that saying mean?
**that's right, ladies
Friday, April 3, 2009
Some Spring Cleaning
No duel today, I'm just going to tie up some loose ends.
First of all, I'm gonna point out that you can now follow Beast Duels on Twitter.
I know, it's beyond exciting. It's a must have internet feature if you want to get text updates about my life such as:
Since I'm mentioning the e-Community, I'm calling out all of my fellow duelers. That's right, I'm talking to you, kid with the kind of lazy eye that everyone has been too nice to ever make fun of you for.
I can't come up with all of these awesome duels on my own. Sometimes I need assistance from people who give me brilliant duel opportunities (Cir, Nate) or people who have no idea what they're talking about and need to be put in their place (Justin, Jake). So if you have an idea for a duel, leave me a comment or send me your idea on Twitter or facebook. And hey, if I use your idea, I'll even reimburse you for a small % of the revenue this site makes.
One last thing I wanted to bring up is that it's been brought to my attention that maybe having such a scathingly incendiary blog as this one may be detrimental in my future career as a doctor. See, apparently places of employment are scoping out potential employees, scouring through their facebooks, myspaces and blogs, looking to see if the person they're about to hire is a borderline alcoholic or Satan worshiper or something. So if anyone asks, my name is Todd and I go to OSU.
I think that whole thing sounds kind of paranoid anyway. Of course, it was my mom who told me about it, so it probably is just pretty paranoid.
I know what you're thinking. Yes, my mother reads Beast Duels. Which is kind of uncomfortable, knowing that she's read posts about me wanting to have a 3way with Megan Fox and Jessica Alba. But at the same time...
...look at how hot she is. It would be an insult to Megan* if I didn't mention wanting to hit that.
Shit, I would do horrible, horrible things to sleep with her. Unforgivable things. Nations would crumble. I'm not proud**.
I can't believe Shia-LeBouf-or-however-the-fuck-you-spell-it got to make out with her. Remember Transformers? The movie about alien robots flying to earth to take over our machines, where mechanical creatures morph into cell phones and giant cube-things control their lives? Well even with all of that shit, the most unrealistic part of the movie was that a hottie like Megan Fox would ever go for a geeky douche like Shia.
Unfuckingbelievable.
Man. Now I'm kinda pissed off. Somebody give me a duel to cheer me up.
--Nick
*First name basis.
**I would be really, really fucking proud.
First of all, I'm gonna point out that you can now follow Beast Duels on Twitter.
I know, it's beyond exciting. It's a must have internet feature if you want to get text updates about my life such as:
- What kind of sandwich I'm eating today
- That I'm feeling sleepy
- My reply to @whoeverthefuck that their youtube link was loltastic
Since I'm mentioning the e-Community, I'm calling out all of my fellow duelers. That's right, I'm talking to you, kid with the kind of lazy eye that everyone has been too nice to ever make fun of you for.
I can't come up with all of these awesome duels on my own. Sometimes I need assistance from people who give me brilliant duel opportunities (Cir, Nate) or people who have no idea what they're talking about and need to be put in their place (Justin, Jake). So if you have an idea for a duel, leave me a comment or send me your idea on Twitter or facebook. And hey, if I use your idea, I'll even reimburse you for a small % of the revenue this site makes.
One last thing I wanted to bring up is that it's been brought to my attention that maybe having such a scathingly incendiary blog as this one may be detrimental in my future career as a doctor. See, apparently places of employment are scoping out potential employees, scouring through their facebooks, myspaces and blogs, looking to see if the person they're about to hire is a borderline alcoholic or Satan worshiper or something. So if anyone asks, my name is Todd and I go to OSU.
I think that whole thing sounds kind of paranoid anyway. Of course, it was my mom who told me about it, so it probably is just pretty paranoid.
I know what you're thinking. Yes, my mother reads Beast Duels. Which is kind of uncomfortable, knowing that she's read posts about me wanting to have a 3way with Megan Fox and Jessica Alba. But at the same time...
...look at how hot she is. It would be an insult to Megan* if I didn't mention wanting to hit that.
Shit, I would do horrible, horrible things to sleep with her. Unforgivable things. Nations would crumble. I'm not proud**.
I can't believe Shia-LeBouf-or-however-the-fuck-you-spell-it got to make out with her. Remember Transformers? The movie about alien robots flying to earth to take over our machines, where mechanical creatures morph into cell phones and giant cube-things control their lives? Well even with all of that shit, the most unrealistic part of the movie was that a hottie like Megan Fox would ever go for a geeky douche like Shia.
Unfuckingbelievable.
Man. Now I'm kinda pissed off. Somebody give me a duel to cheer me up.
--Nick
*First name basis.
**I would be really, really fucking proud.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Nick Vs. Some Douche
It's currently a lazy Sunday, raining, and the last day of Spring Break. Perfect day to go see a movie.
Unfortunately, it's March which means every movie in theaters right now probably sucks whale cock.
They have those, right?
Anyways, I was really excited for Watchmen to come out after having read the book and seeing the trailer with the awesome Smashing Pumpkins song. But then it came out and I still haven't seen it.
Maybe the Smashing Pumpkins song also being in Batman and Robin somehow conditioned me to want to stay away from anything associated with that song. Seriously, that movie was gayer than going to see Milk with Clay Aiken.
I don't think that's it, though; I'm not really the type to hold a grudge, right?
I'm pretty sure the reason I still haven't gone to see Watchmen can be summed up in two words, equaling one gigantic douche: Zack Snyder.
Right now, you're probably saying to yourself "Who the fuck is that? It looks like the genetically engineered gay love-child of Dexter and Seth Meyers."
IF FUCKING ONLY. At least then we'd be provided with Weekend-Update-hilarity while simultaneously having vigilante justice being enacted on those who managed to escape the worthless bitchslap of the law.
But no, Zack Snyder is the moron behind such abysmal films as 300. This asshole took an awesome graphic novel and great cinematography and somehow managed to end up with one of the most detestable movies ever made. I think this movie was the first time I ever rolled my eyes at a sex scene. That should speak volumes.
It is literally impossible for anyone to like this movie and have an above average IQ. There's just no goddamn way.
Zack Snyder's been on my shit list before 300 came out though. Why?
Because that dumb motherfucker thought he was so important that he should remake Dawn of the Dead.
What the fuck would ever make him think that's a good idea? Like it could be improved upon or something?
What the hell Zack Snyder, you arrogant little prick. You think you're so goddamn important that you can go around and just remake whatever you want? You asshole. This isn't fucking Death Race that you remade, it was a horror movie classic. Jesus fucking christ, you don't mess with the classics. I mean think about it. It's not like there's someone out there that's so delusional and arrogant that they're gonna remake the fucking Bible or something.
So the eternal struggle continues. Am I in the mood to see the fantastic tale of washed up superheroes, corruption, and betrayal... get anally violated by arguably the worst director of this generation?
Only time will tell. The only thing I'm sure of is this: the outcome of Beast Duels vs. Zack Snyder. I shouldn't need to elaborate. Let's just say if his career was a person, I'd kick it in the face and then drown it in a kiddie pool filled with its own blood.
God I hate that guy.
Later bitches,
Nick
Unfortunately, it's March which means every movie in theaters right now probably sucks whale cock.
They have those, right?
Anyways, I was really excited for Watchmen to come out after having read the book and seeing the trailer with the awesome Smashing Pumpkins song. But then it came out and I still haven't seen it.
Maybe the Smashing Pumpkins song also being in Batman and Robin somehow conditioned me to want to stay away from anything associated with that song. Seriously, that movie was gayer than going to see Milk with Clay Aiken.
I don't think that's it, though; I'm not really the type to hold a grudge, right?
I'm pretty sure the reason I still haven't gone to see Watchmen can be summed up in two words, equaling one gigantic douche: Zack Snyder.
Right now, you're probably saying to yourself "Who the fuck is that? It looks like the genetically engineered gay love-child of Dexter and Seth Meyers."
IF FUCKING ONLY. At least then we'd be provided with Weekend-Update-hilarity while simultaneously having vigilante justice being enacted on those who managed to escape the worthless bitchslap of the law.
But no, Zack Snyder is the moron behind such abysmal films as 300. This asshole took an awesome graphic novel and great cinematography and somehow managed to end up with one of the most detestable movies ever made. I think this movie was the first time I ever rolled my eyes at a sex scene. That should speak volumes.
It is literally impossible for anyone to like this movie and have an above average IQ. There's just no goddamn way.
Zack Snyder's been on my shit list before 300 came out though. Why?
Because that dumb motherfucker thought he was so important that he should remake Dawn of the Dead.
What the fuck would ever make him think that's a good idea? Like it could be improved upon or something?
What the hell Zack Snyder, you arrogant little prick. You think you're so goddamn important that you can go around and just remake whatever you want? You asshole. This isn't fucking Death Race that you remade, it was a horror movie classic. Jesus fucking christ, you don't mess with the classics. I mean think about it. It's not like there's someone out there that's so delusional and arrogant that they're gonna remake the fucking Bible or something.
So the eternal struggle continues. Am I in the mood to see the fantastic tale of washed up superheroes, corruption, and betrayal... get anally violated by arguably the worst director of this generation?
Only time will tell. The only thing I'm sure of is this: the outcome of Beast Duels vs. Zack Snyder. I shouldn't need to elaborate. Let's just say if his career was a person, I'd kick it in the face and then drown it in a kiddie pool filled with its own blood.
God I hate that guy.
Later bitches,
Nick
Monday, March 23, 2009
Jaguar Vs. Snake
Woooo more spring break! You know what that means...
More dueling. Who could ask for anything more, amirite? Let's get right to it.
The Competitors: 200 lb Jaguar vs. 300 lb Snake
Wait a minute. A jungle cat fighting a snake? This seems oddly familiar, doesn't it? I can't quite put my finger on it...
Oh, right, right. That. How did that turn out in animated form?
I think having your entire body contract scoliosis pretty much means you lost, Kaa. So we've got the opinion of Disney, but you know what? Fuck Disney. We beast duel the old-fashioned way, don't we? So we're going to witness this beast duel ourselves; you can eat your heart out, Rudyard Kipling. Yeah, I'm talking to you, you dead racist douche.
Let's just analyze the different styles of fighting these two creatures will tend to employ. One will be coming out with bites and scratches; the other with vicious choke-holds and strangulation.
Actually, that sounds kinda like what Spring break's been like for me, if you catch my drift*.
Annnnyways, back to the duel. You kids should feel lucky today. Privileged, even. Because I have a fucking awesome gift for you. What could it possibly be?
It's video of this duel! And not just any video. Video with awful narration but the most fucking epic soundtrack that filmstrips from the 1950's can provide. Let's check this shit out.
That jaguar pretty much kicked ass. Narrator-dude says he was at risk of being choked to death or something, but I don't think he has any idea what he's talking about. Sir David Attenborough would've definitely done a better job.
So kudos to you, giant kitty. You managed to take down a creature that severely outweighed you and had no arms. I only hope that someday if I'm ever in a skirmish with a 400 pounded handicapped guy, I can thrive with a similar flair.
Til next time,
Nick
*c'mon. Think about it dummy.
More dueling. Who could ask for anything more, amirite? Let's get right to it.
The Competitors: 200 lb Jaguar vs. 300 lb Snake
Wait a minute. A jungle cat fighting a snake? This seems oddly familiar, doesn't it? I can't quite put my finger on it...
Oh, right, right. That. How did that turn out in animated form?
I think having your entire body contract scoliosis pretty much means you lost, Kaa. So we've got the opinion of Disney, but you know what? Fuck Disney. We beast duel the old-fashioned way, don't we? So we're going to witness this beast duel ourselves; you can eat your heart out, Rudyard Kipling. Yeah, I'm talking to you, you dead racist douche.
Let's just analyze the different styles of fighting these two creatures will tend to employ. One will be coming out with bites and scratches; the other with vicious choke-holds and strangulation.
Actually, that sounds kinda like what Spring break's been like for me, if you catch my drift*.
Annnnyways, back to the duel. You kids should feel lucky today. Privileged, even. Because I have a fucking awesome gift for you. What could it possibly be?
It's video of this duel! And not just any video. Video with awful narration but the most fucking epic soundtrack that filmstrips from the 1950's can provide. Let's check this shit out.
That jaguar pretty much kicked ass. Narrator-dude says he was at risk of being choked to death or something, but I don't think he has any idea what he's talking about. Sir David Attenborough would've definitely done a better job.
So kudos to you, giant kitty. You managed to take down a creature that severely outweighed you and had no arms. I only hope that someday if I'm ever in a skirmish with a 400 pounded handicapped guy, I can thrive with a similar flair.
Til next time,
Nick
*c'mon. Think about it dummy.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Back To Dueling
So I wake up this morning and the whole world's a little foggy. Spring break, bitches! I'm all like Miami Beach or Tijuana up in this bee-snatch, only I'm actually in sunny-fucking-Akron, Ohio. Home of LeBron James!!!! Woooo!1!!!
He totally throws the 3D version of a circle into the 2D version of a circle better than almost every other tall guy out there. I'm seriously proud to be from this place just because of him. I mean, we must have so much in common just because we have lived in the same city. I bet he's even gotten flat tires driving down Portage Path because the mayor is a'ight with leaving potholes the size of Sarah Jessica Parker's nose in the streets.
Christ, the mayor. What an asshole. After 9/11, he sent fliers out door-to-door saying that campaign finance reform fuels terrorism*. I think he actually meant poor people, but hey, it's not like either demographic is going to donate in excess of the $300 legally allowed like other people so what's the fucking diff anyway, right Plusquellic?
But I digress. I wake up this morning and check out my phone and the following note is written in it:
Incredible. It's like I just drink and someone else does the work for me**. Let's dive right in***.
The Competitors: Killer Whale vs. Three Alligators
The Duel: Battle Royale: Fight to the Death
The Setting: I dunno. Watery something.
Killer Whale Facts:
I'm not even gonna bother. I mean, sometimes I think alligators are pretty hardcore. Like the time they jacked the shit out of a wildebeest. That was pretty nuts.
But other times, alligators are gigantic vaginas. Like that time they got bitched out by maybe the snuggliest creature known to mankind.
Seriously, this shit is no contest. The fifteen otters have a better shot against the Seawolf.
The Winner: Killer whale.
And it's not even close.
It's got killer in its name, for fuck's sake. This one isn't even open for discussion people.
It's spring break, so I'll see you soon.
--Nick
* this is 100% true
**thanks for the idea Nate
*** pun was also for Nate
He totally throws the 3D version of a circle into the 2D version of a circle better than almost every other tall guy out there. I'm seriously proud to be from this place just because of him. I mean, we must have so much in common just because we have lived in the same city. I bet he's even gotten flat tires driving down Portage Path because the mayor is a'ight with leaving potholes the size of Sarah Jessica Parker's nose in the streets.
Christ, the mayor. What an asshole. After 9/11, he sent fliers out door-to-door saying that campaign finance reform fuels terrorism*. I think he actually meant poor people, but hey, it's not like either demographic is going to donate in excess of the $300 legally allowed like other people so what's the fucking diff anyway, right Plusquellic?
But I digress. I wake up this morning and check out my phone and the following note is written in it:
Killer whale vs 3 alligators
Incredible. It's like I just drink and someone else does the work for me**. Let's dive right in***.
The Competitors: Killer Whale vs. Three Alligators
The Duel: Battle Royale: Fight to the Death
The Setting: I dunno. Watery something.
Killer Whale Facts:
- Aka "Orca", "Blackfish" or the totally badass "Seawolf"
- Super cuddly in plush Shamu form, sometimes go manhunting in non-plush form
- Weigh about six tons
I'm not even gonna bother. I mean, sometimes I think alligators are pretty hardcore. Like the time they jacked the shit out of a wildebeest. That was pretty nuts.
But other times, alligators are gigantic vaginas. Like that time they got bitched out by maybe the snuggliest creature known to mankind.
Seriously, this shit is no contest. The fifteen otters have a better shot against the Seawolf.
The Winner: Killer whale.
And it's not even close.
It's got killer in its name, for fuck's sake. This one isn't even open for discussion people.
It's spring break, so I'll see you soon.
--Nick
* this is 100% true
**thanks for the idea Nate
*** pun was also for Nate
Friday, March 13, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
25 Things
I keep reading this shit in my Facebook feed:
Anyways, I'm bored and uninspired so I'm going to name things until I either reach 25, or get bored. I'm also not tagging any of you, because I don't want to know more about you. You're here on my blog, where the focus is on me. If you can't deal with that, move to fucking Russia.
--Nick
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.It's like a fucking chain-letter gone awry that I can't even ignore. Seriously. My stupid feed is chock-full of that shit.
Anyways, I'm bored and uninspired so I'm going to name things until I either reach 25, or get bored. I'm also not tagging any of you, because I don't want to know more about you. You're here on my blog, where the focus is on me. If you can't deal with that, move to fucking Russia.
- There are nations that worship Beast Duels as a deity. All other nations will crumble and are doomed to eternal damnation.
- I check Justin's blog hourly and telepathically remind him I'm an exponentially better blogger than he is.
- A hooker in Atlantic City refused to have her picture taken with me.
- She kinda looked like this:
- I could probably play some guitar like Dave Matthews or Jack Johnson or some shit if I wanted to, but I don't do it because I'm not a douchebag.
- Not to keep harping on how awful M. "Night" Shyamalan is, but if that cocksucker wanted to make a movie with a crazy plot-twist ending, what he should do is when the movie ends, have it not suck. Or fuck it, just not make me want to kill myself.
- I'm aware these are all supposed to be about me. I'm willing to deal with the consequences of disobeying chain letters. I got a bomb-shelter to hide out in, just in case. Don't worry about me, bitches.
- Remember when the dude on the ten dollar bill got shot? That shit is like beast duels, American History style.
- I wish that pandas got pissed off more often. That'd really spice shit up around here.
- If I found a baby T. rex, I'd totally keep it and be willing to face the consequences of raising it poorly.
- I'd have no idea who the hell Kim Kardashian is if she didn't videotape herself getting fucked.
- How terrible are people who think the movie Crash was good? I know you won't answer, so I'll tell you: really fucking terrible. That movie is so awful. It's like Love Actually, but they replaced Keira Knightley with racism.
- Justin and Jake have continued to share their poor Beast Dueling skills by trying to posit that a zombie could defeat its weight in bees. I'm not gonna even bother justifying their poor opinions with my logic behind my decree. Let's just say I know for a fact that they're wrong. I'm not legally allowed to disclose any more than that.
- How fucking hilarious is tetanus?
- I can't believe you people are really reading all this.
- If you've ever seen a picture of HPV in a male, it basically looks like someone fucked a jar of strawberry jelly.
- It's not often that I want to be the ocean. This is one of those rare moments. (may be not safe for work).
- This dude fucking rocks.
- So do these guys (on a poker site, but not about poker).
- You're seriously still reading this? I'm not even reading this. This shit has seriously taken me like two weeks to write because I get bored every time I name something else.
- I wonder if I'll finish writing this before Patrick Swayze dies.
- "If you watch Jeopardy! backwards, it's a show about rich people paying money for answers to stupid questions."
- I decided I'm against legalizing marijuana. Not because I think it's wrong or dangerous, but because if it's legal, a lot of people are gonna fucking piss me off.
- This poster has actually found its way into being used in my day to day eSlang.
- This was a waste of time. It seriously took me over a month to write all this. You basically just got robbed of like five minutes. Good luck trying to get it back.
--Nick
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