"One of the largest grossing films of the 1950s, The VIkings is slam-bang action from start to finish, withKirt Douglas and Ernest Borgnine as a couple of Norsemen who rape and pillage the British countryside. Tony Curtis is their slave who has eyes for the beautiful British princess Morgana (Curtis's real-life wife, Janet Leigh) - - and the feeling's mutual. Odinnnnn!"
My guess: Johnny Manziel will be suspended before the end of next year. He flashes wads of cash at the casinos, he is courtside at every NBA game, he reeks of improper benefits. If the dude wasn't so freaking white, he'd be banging a Kardashian. The dude is living in powder keg and giving off sparks.(Check out the Bonnie Tyler "Total Eclipse of the Heart" mad sampling I done did).
But he is not like you. He isn't even like me. He's like Dude Perfect. And that, like, makes him god-like with an oblate spheroid in his man-sized, firm-yet-supple Johnny Football hands. Maybe it's my man-crush talking, but I feel like I'm being drawn to this bad boy. I know it can only end badly. But maybe I can be his make-believe bro-friend. What could go wrong?
Let me know what would be the worst, most unacceptable time for the BRFL Season Six Payout Fandango.
I'll try to schedule accordingly. I'm looking at you, skHank. You can't blow this one off. Also looking at you, TimmyBons. You haven't even met a lot of these DoucheMasters yet. Missing out, Bud.
SkHank knows nothing of football, let alone the college game. Now he is walking away with the Commissioner's Cup. And $368 large. Kudos, bitch.
Randvagstain was second with $290. Not even a close second. For that, we can all be joyful.
Qlicious rounds out the podium with $264. But the Grahamalamadingdongs are in the hole. Thanks to Seannie screwing the pooch to the tune of -$282.
Biggest loser was Scott. He also lost the most money. Buh da dump. Cheeee. He's out -$295 and never embraced the blog. Bad karma. Learn from your insolence and repent. Better yet, don't. You paid the bulk of my $199 payday. Sweet. I'm awesome.
Chip Sore pulled off the impossible: rode Florida State to any where other than total doom and damnation...$147. And somehow cheated his way to the GG glory hole. Big Money Chip.
Timmy!, the most fucking eloquent douche monger this side of the Pecos, and poet Laureate of the BRFL, scores $134. Wax that, TBons.
Brofro made the boldest pick but picked the wrong MAC team. No points in this league for bolditude; you're out -$48. Easily consumed at the Jambo. Eat and drink into positive territory, Chief.
Suck Puppy proves even positive points can cost you big time. Five points means -$126.
The LaCava boys are out -$400 combined. No lovin' for McLovin. -$230. Michigan was so last year. Jimbo, -$178. I made a lot of money with TCU, why couldn't you?
Clemstain proves that the ACC sucks ass. You are out -$243. Tough sledding there, Champ.
Now if you'll excuse me, Ima gonna go fuck a bitch up.
Uh-0h!
Somebody forgot to tell Louisville they couldn't hang with the Gators.
Charlie Strong. Eats bacon. Eats eggs. Eats juicy steaks, too. He shits 10 penny nails.
And then there's...
Teddy Bridgewater. Teddy Fucking Bridgewater.
Takes a hit like this (15 yard penalty, thanks, Jon Bostic) and doesn't miss a beat.
Just goes right back out there and whips your Gatory ass.
I b puttin' T. Bridgewater on my Heismaniac list, Boys.
Now this, this was a bowl game.
The Cardinal vs. Bucky Badger.
The savvy old coach getting up out of the geri-chair for one more shot at glory.
Two great bands. Real grass. An ancient stadium under a candy blue Pasadena sky.
This was theRose Bowl, Dudes.
Musty Furburger and Clit Herbstreit.
Goal line stands. Power backs. And go to 1:15 on the video for a hit that will rock your BRFL world.
Okay, stick with this one until the end for Les "I'm Certifiable" Miles' post game interview. Here's a guy who just douched the game by HORRIBLY MISMANAGING HIS LAST POSSESSION, falling back on the old "these kids played their hearts out" dodge. Les, you fucking cock-brained hat-monkey, how about you comment on why you chose to let Clemson off the hook by throwing, throwing, throwing on your last possession so the guys in Orange didn't have to use any of their time outs? YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I hate you so much. You lost me a bowl game. Why did I bet on you? WHY? I knew better. I knew what a fucking psycho masturbator you are with your go for it on fourth down bullshit and your apparent lack of understanding of some pretty fundamental shit. Like clock management. Join Sky Dawson on my "I fucking hate you" roster, Les Miles.