Showing posts with label Football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Football. Show all posts
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Mexico Makes in History in Azteca...by being sacrificed to the Yankee Gods
Herr Rott Seethes in His Own Private Rotterdamerung
...........And the Mexicans had set it the game as the Celebration for their Olympic Gold....talk about pissing in da Rotter's pot.
Bad Day for La Raza
Enough to make a Sinoloa hitman weep....................
And Weep the Hitman does
and, for da coup de grace, da Guardian rubs salt into the wounds
Salt Burns the Pride of La Raza
Thursday, August 09, 2012
Monday, July 02, 2012
Italy Falls to the Barbarian Horde
VisiGoths run rampant....Rome burns
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The Lost Legions
Friday, January 06, 2012
You Hear That Rumble, JJ?: Bison EnRoute...
There's no sense in posting post-game taunts since pre-game taunts provide far greater satisfaction (or shame drizzled with depression, depending on the outcome). The NDSU Bison beat the living shit out of Southern Georgia in the December 2011 game leading up to this championship match in Tejas. I know ya'll are into non-Yankee football. But I couldn't resist the taunt. Click on the link. Also, pound for pound North Dakota does more with its universities than non-North Dakota institutions. NDSU beat Southern Georgia, something like 35-7, and NDSU's department of history is about 1/2 to 1/3 the size of Southern Georgia. Same situation with Sam Houston.
Here we come: by the time we're finished, SHSU will be sent home in bodybags and Texas mothers will never let their sons play against North Dakota again — by Ole Odin Olson's North Dakota raven (and by the way, northern Great Plains steaks are better than that Tejas bullshit by a long shot).
Labels:
Fargo,
Football,
Houston is a Gas,
North Dakota,
Texas
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Saturday, October 08, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Interesting take...
“We are pretty pissed off about it,” says one confidant. “She messed up, making it harder for other candidates to speak up. Taking on Perry on this front, with serious arguments, could have been a long and very successful line of attack. She went a step too far and embarrassed the field. She polluted the issue.”
Stalking horse or fucktard?
Stalking horse or fucktard?
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
The Persian Eye for the Queeroz Guy
Arguably the worst, most hidebound, manager in the history of the Portuguese national team is gonna go fly his kite in Tehran???? After the Mullahs have admired his "mad" managerial skillz for a while he'll by lucky to leave the place with a donkey head attached to his ass.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Rott's Catamitic Calcionistas go down the Via Dolorosa
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
The Azzurri Sing a Bitter Aria
Great arrogance from the Azzurri, before and during the match. The Hobbits made the Calcio catamite lovers pay for it. No Lippi service can save 'em from being shown as the Emperors who have no clothes.
Labels:
A bad day for Herr Rott,
Football,
Italia
Friday, June 18, 2010
Statisticians Go Where Everyone Else Dares to Tread
Hmmmm....... "Sabermetrician"... Now there's a nifty title. Sure beats "Gerbelista" or "AC-CD-enarian"
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
The World Cup --2010
Sure, the Super Soccer Show is put out by Septic Bladder and his gang of thieves. But it is far more honest, and less damaging, than Our Dear Obamakles' AmeriSoc-cery. Go USA! Anda Portugal!
Meanwhile, der Rotter pines for his AC/DC Milanese and the Calcio for Catamites Boyz.
Labels:
A bad day for Herr Rott,
Football
Sunday, May 30, 2010
To South Africa and the World Cup
Enough of Turkey time, now for the Limey ballers and their A Capello capo to bite the dust.So, Rott, now you've gone all civilized on us, you gonna egg on HMS Rooney contra us Yankee rebels?
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