This is so truthful that it almost hurts! #funny
Would anyone at all be surprised if Todd Bertuzzi crushed a six pack between periods? I'd actually be surprised if he didn't.
— Dan O'Toole (@fs1otoole) April 25, 2014
Jimmy Fallon, Boy Wonder
This skit had me laughing so hard that I had to stop the video momentarily because I didn’t want to miss anything. OMG It’s fucking awesome.
Jimmy Fallon and Jason Statham Arm Wrestle
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86sxvTk3YEY&w=560&h=315]
Absolutely Killer Cover of Nirvana’s Heart Shaped Box
Off Hiatus
It’s been over a year since the NJLE site has been updated… I know. Bad me.
The whole thing started with a major debacle involving my ownership of the domain newjefflandempire.com and finding the correct DNS servers to redirect to. In the end, both WordPress and 1and1.com were unable to resolve the issue for me so I said, “fuck it” and defaulted to the wordpress.com address that is free with the startup. That whole process took me months to get to and my interest in writing declined in this period. So whatevs.
The good news is that we’re back and the NJLE is as strong as it ever was.
And there’s so much that’s gone on in the past year that it’s hard to know where to start! I don’t want to overwhelm myself right now by trying to write everything out that has gone on but I’ll catch the site up gradually.
Right now, though, the 2014 Winter Olympics are going on in Sochi, Russia and the round robin portion of the men’s hockey tournament has just completed. Canada is the 4th seed and will face the winner of Switzerland vs Latvia game that goes on tomorrow. Or… potentially in a few hours. The time difference between here and Sochi is killing me. LOL Really, I hope Latvia wins because the Swiss are a complete sleeper team capable of upsetting any team they play. We’ve seen it in the past and I don’t want to see Canada succumb to an upset at this point. Or ever.
Anyway, I really barfed when I originally saw the Team Canada jerseys designed by someone over at Nike however I admit that I really like them now.
In fact, I went and bought myself a red replica version of the jersey. Because if you are going to buy a Team Canada jersey and be patriotic, it’s gotta be a red one. In my opinion, anyway. The black ones are pretty sweet though too.
I’ll be watching the game tomorrow between the Swiss and Latvia with vested interest for sure. Go Canada!!
This Is Goodbye. Maybe.
While another chapter in my blogging life has come and gone… I think it’s time to close this chapter. I’m not certain, but I think this blog has restricted me to things that I can’t publicly own up to. In some ways this is good but in some ways this is also extremely exhausting emotionally and something that prevents me from blogging… writing. And writing is something that I do enjoy.
I feel that writing can help me find myself again. I’m lost right now and afraid of coming out of my shell. The last time I did, it almost killed me however… I know that I need to come back from it. I need to figure this out.
Absence Makes The Heart Grow… Fonder?
I have to apologize to all of my readers, or those that I even have left, for my absence on WordPress. It hasn’t been completely intentional that I’ve been away; I’m currently dealing with some health issues that are nearly cleared up. My creativity and sexuality has been nullified during this past month because of this problem but both are gradually returning.
One tends to take a simple thing like feeling normal for granted until you are sick for an extended period of time. I’m just lucky that my illness has coincided with the release of GTA V because that’s pretty much how I’ve been occupying my time.
Giving Good Head (10 Ways I Do It)
Languid Beauty Over Black Water
I wish I knew what was going on. She has gone dark, hiding herself from me for reasons that I think are a matter of conscience and external pressure.
He doesn’t love her. He doesn’t even want to try and understand her; never mind appreciate her. I know she isn’t doing this off her own volition but, rather, as a matter of oppression from a man who would as soon relate to her with the same compassion he would offer to a random animal meant for slaughter.
I love her. And hate him.