Mike Tyson a Porn Star?
Seems ear-biting Mike has tax problems and needs to, ahem, expand his repertoire.
I must wonder if his specialty will be ear fetishes or perhaps a little sadism? Also, scuttlebutt has it that Mike is “well qualified” in terms of …
Well, below from Zoo magazine:
According to Zoo magazine's Pedro Fernandez, the
answer is yes, and then some. Fernandez writes, "according to courtdocumentation from Tyson's rape trial, his member is at least 14 inches
long. If Tyson brings out some of the ferocity that made him a champion, he
could definitely become a successful porn star"...
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From Sports Hero to National Liar
While I’m not a big baseball fan, I am from Baltimore and I’ve always harbored a secret crush on Rafael Palmiero.
And it’s not much that the man lied about using steroids.
In today’s sports climate I’d lie about using steroids too.
But to lie like the dickens in front of congress for all the world to hear?
Knowing, no mind Rafael’s denials of any knowledge how the drugs got in his body, that the whole world was listening and knowing that, well it was a blatant lie.
Now such as blatant lies are not uncommon since Clinton wagged his lying finger in our face as if we were fools and denied having sex with “that woman”.
People don’t like being made to feel like fools.
Palmiero made the entire country and congress look like fools.
No way will congress stand still for this.
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Someone Put This Uncontrollable Woman Out of Her Misery
She may walk the catwalk with aplomb. She’s beautiful and has been blessed with all this country has to offer to one of her limited talent.
Sure some of us are born with dark temperaments. But Naomi Campbell is an accident waiting to happen. Now it is reported she attacked her friend for wearing a similar dress as one the great Naomi was scheduled to wear.
Last time it was an Aid who crossed this dangerous model.
Before that, well before that there’s been many instances of Campbell indulging her out-of-control behavior in various not-so-nice ways.
It gets old.
From IMDB.com
Naomi Campbell is being sued by her actress friend Yvonne Scio, who called police last night claiming the supermodel had punched and kicked her for wearing a similar dress. Scio told police she was rushed to hospital with a split lip and severe bruising, after the catwalk beauty violently attacked her at the Eden Hotel in Rome, Italy.
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Martha, Martha, Martha
It’s not that Martha Stewart, another woman given every opportunity America has to offer, is a terrorist or threat to national security. Of late I’ve heard many pundits offer this as just the reason for law enforcement authorities to let the woman go.
Which would be fine with me if I too were let go from non-terrorist crimes such as speeding or theft.
We still have laws here in the US of A and Martha Stewart INSISTS that she is above it all. She blatantly lied to investigators (is the right to lie a privilege of celebrity?), and now she couldn’t even abide by the gentle terms of her home confinement.
So she shall spend three more weeks in home confinement so boo-hoo.
From Reuters:
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Lifestyle trendsetter Martha Stewart will spend three extra weeks under house arrest following reports that she violated terms of her home confinement by going to a yoga class and motoring around her estate in an off-road vehicle.
Stewart "has agreed to an extension of the terms of her home confinement until Aug. 31," her lawyer, Walter Dellinger, said in a brief statement on Wednesday.
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McCartney Fights Back
Came across this tidbit about former Beatle Paul McCartney and thought it intriguing. Seems the press tend to be a bit, shall we say, bitchy, about his wife Heather of the missing leg.
Hey Paul, the Lamestream media feels it’s their right to say whatever they want never mind the facts.
Go Paul!
From the DailyDish:
"I tried to let it go over my head, but these columnists got too vindictive. I could see it was hurting Heather. I got a few cuttings together. I couldn't believe it.
"There was one where this woman was saying, 'What is she doing opening a cosmetics company?' And then it went, 'She's not even pretty.'
"I thought, 'Excuse me, I'm ringing her up.' I was like, 'How dare you write all this [bleep]? I'm her husband. I've seen the picture at the top of your column and you're really not pretty. And then you've got it wrong about the cosmetics company. She's actually doing a cosmetics cover for an artificial leg. She's helping people. Do your bloody research.'"
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Novak and Carville
I covered the spat between Bob Novak and James Carville (AKA “Serpenthead) in an earlier column on my Blog.
I came across a quote of Carville’s once that epitomizes the man. Time to revisit the famous James and understand his thought process.
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Finally, Can There Be Anything Cuter?
Forgetting nasty models, non law-abiding homemaker gurus, lying sports heros and serpent-headed politicos, here is an ending of innocence and the greatness of God’s kingdom.
More Gossip/Speculation HERE
Repeat Restaurant review
Forgive this repeat post for those who may remember. I am trying to get my posts to Blogcritics in sync with posts to mine own blog.
Blogcritics, by the way folks, is celebrating their ten MILLIONth hit and their three year anniversary.
The Bethany Blues Rib Joint
Just eight miles down the road unfolds a resort beach area. Chock full, as one might expect, of every restaurant known to man.
It took three years but husband and I finally went to one such vaunted eatery.
Bethany Blues is located a bit further down the road, however. This restaurant is smack in the middle of Bethany Beach, a beach resort for the sophisticated. Kathy Lee Gifford owns one of those marvelous homes built on stilts, along with other celebrities who would not dream of walking the boardwalks of the masses.
Because of its location central to Bethany Beach and adjacent to the Atlantic ocean, parking is a problem. For Bethany Blues does not have a parking lot, at least none that we could find. So it's on the street, by a meter which cost a small fortune. With a two hour time limit. Enough to put a huge damper on one's dining experience.
I'm thinking the joint's name, its locale and impressive menu, I'm going to have a great meal, right?
Not exactly.
Although it wasn't bad.
It wasn't all that great either.
The ambience was the best part of the meal. Bethany Blues has private dining rooms, a happening bar, impressive murals and plenty of stairs.
Husband and I split an appetizer of chicken wings. Opting for the more ordinary Buffalo sauce as opposed to the Jack Daniels/molasses affair also on the menu.
I'd give the wings, oh, perhaps a B. My own home-made wings are much better.
Husband ordered a full rack of baby back ribs. I decided to be adventurous and go with what the restaurant calls "St. Louis Ribs". "Meatier" is how the menu described them.
In fact I preferred the St. Louis ribs over husband's baby back ribs. This is not because I necessarily like the bigger, meatier ribs as the St. Louis ribs are. It's mostly because I thought Bethany Blues' baby back ribs weren't all that great. Yes, husband and I swapped a sample of each. He pronounced the St. Louis ribs as 'okay'. I pronounced the baby back ribs as 'okay'.
"Red, Hot and Blue", a southern rib joint chain, has much better baby back ribs, theirs being smaller, more tender and meatier. The baby back ribs at Bethany Blues' were quite large for being "babies". The sauce wasn't all that great either, appearing to be slathered on AFTER cooking as opposed to being cooked with the sauce upon.
There were plenty of sauces on the table, however. All offered for sale of course. While these sauces were fine, there's something to be said for grilling ribs with sauce actually on the ribs.
As for my side dishes, here's where things got interesting. I had macaroni and cheese, baked beans and because husband didn't want his side dish, something called "Sussex Salad". Cornbread was served before the meal. We ate the few pieces offered. They were 'okay'. The server did not offer to bring us more when our meal arrived although we had none left.
As for the Sussex Salad, the server warned me that this was not an ordinary salad. The menu also stipulated this, warning that it was not a lettuce and tomato affair. Sussex is the name of the county in which I live and damn I didn't know we had a salad named after us.
Which should be called "Sussex Salsa" as that is a more apt term. It was the best part of the meal in terms or originality, taste and seasoning.
The baked beans were watery although I did find a prize of a hunk of sausage buried within. Again, the baked beans at Red,Hot and Blue are much better.
Being a student of macaroni and cheese I was intrigued by the offering. Which had "four cheeses" as the menu hyped.
It was, in fact, very good macaroni and cheese although my serving, as was almost our entire meal, was not even close to warm.
By our meal's end husband and I had carefully accumulated a large pile of big rib bones to take home to the waiting dogs. I'd also arranged a plate of my leftovers very carefully. When the bus boy came to clear our table, I told him, in English silly me, that we wanted to take all of this home.
Some restaurants bring a Styrofoam container to the table for the customer to pack up whatever needs packing. Some pack it all up back in the kitchen. This particular bus boy seemed puzzled by my request to take stuff home. He took off with all of our plates.
And did not return.
For quite a while anyway. Finally he came back to the table and asked if we had wanted our leftovers packed up. At least that's what I think he said.
Turns out the kid is Russian and does not speak English. As our server explained. Someone in the kitchen did pack up our leftovers but guess what? No bones.
The server went back and fetched some bones for us so we were mollified. The server explained that the bus boy did not speak much English.
I don't begrudge the kid a job but folks, read my lips. I don't care how many liberals across this land demand that English not be made this country's official language, Americans are NOT going to learn Spanish, Chinese, Korean or whatever other language immigrants to this country speak.
They need to learn English.
It's a fact. Tough.
Anyway, all in all my dining experience at Bethany Blues was a pleasant one. That parking problem kept us from ordering dessert although there is an extensive dessert menu.
Would I go there again?
Not for myself. But I would take guests there should they like ribs and should there be a need for such a meal.
The cost of our meal was about $60.00 including tip and one drink.
Bethany Blues Web Site
Below, a sample of some of the menu offerings.
The Blues way of wings, six smoked St. Louis style ribs tossed in our Buffalo style house hot sauce with bleu cheese dipping
Appetizers
Smoked Scallops
A signature dish?lightly smoked plump sea scallops seared on the grill served with our papaya barbecue sauce
Hot Crab dip
Jumbo lump crabmeat combined with artichokes and spinach in a creamy sauce
Main Course
Ribs
All rib meals are served with choice of two sides
Hearty St. Louis Cut Ribs
A traditional southern favorite, our signature St. Louis Ribs are thick and meaty, slathered with house rub and smoked for hours. Sauce them at the table if you'd like
Baby Back Ribs
A more common rib in these parts, a little more tender and a bit less meaty, perfect for those of you who enjoy sucking the bone, they are braised and lightly smoked, then basted with our house sauce
The "St. Louis-Chicken" Combo
A half rack of our Signature St. Louis Rib and a Saucy Delmarva Chicken 18
Rib Sampler
For the undecided, have a half rack of St. Louis and half rack of Baby Backs
The Blues Deal
A full rack of your choice of ribs, four side dishes, and a bottle of Veuve Cliquot Champagne (our favorite!)
Carolina Pork
We smoke it. We chop it. We sauce it with our vinegar-based sauce
Saucy Delmarva Chicken
Fresh Delaware birds, smoked and slathered with our house sauce finished on the grill
This guy walks into a bar with his golden retriever. "Hey, can I get a drink on the house if my dog talks for you?"
"Dogs can't talk, pal. But if you can prove to me yours does, I'll give you a drink. If not, I get to kick your ass."
"Okay," says the guy. He turns to his dog. "Okay fella. Tell me -- what is on top of your doghouse?"
"Roof!" The man turns and smiles at the bartender.
"THAT ain't talking! Any dog can bark!"
"Okay boy. Tell me -- how does sandpaper feel?"
"Ruff!"
"What the hell are you tryin' to pull, mister?"
"Okay, okay," says the man. "One more question please. Okay buddy, tell me -- who is the greatest ball player who ever lived?"
"Ruth."
The bartender beats the hell out of the guy and throws onto the sidewalk outside of the bar, then throws the dog out next to him. The dog stands up and looks at the guy.
"Geez. D'ya think I shoulda said DiMaggio?"
More Fish Giggles HERE
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