
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Coming Soon NFL Preview................................
Monday, August 17, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009


Preview
I like the Cats chances of making a 4th straight bowl. There schedule is very favorable, with there toughest games at home. (Bama, Florida) As far as the SEC east goes, I like Florida hands down not only to defend there SEC crown(edging out LSU in the SEC Champ Game for the NC birth), but defending their National Championship. Georgia should contend, Tennessee will be much improved, Vandy looks to be scrappy, South Carolina will underachieve, and most importantly the Cats could suprise some people. My biggest concern is our mega chop quarterback, I have no faith in this guy and see nothing promising. We just need to run the hell out of the ball with our speedy 3 headed monster backfield, and let Randall Cobb touch the ball as much as possible. I wouldn't be suprised to see Morgan Newton the highly touted fresh quarterback from Indianapolis, taking over midway through the season. I would rather see a freshmen of his talent struggle and make mistakes, however a providing huge play making ability with his strong arm and running prowess. Opposing a hack such as Hartline throwing wounded ducks to Joker Philips on the sidline.
As for the West, my friend and co-worker who is a rabid Ole Miss Alum/Fan thinks the Rebels have what it takes to win the West, I like them too, but I'm not sure they can capture the Division. LSU is a legit NC Contender, and with Bama's formidable schedule, and Nick Saban's command, theres no reason they couldn't complete the regular season unscathed. The West's top 3 teams are much stronger than the East's. Arkansas will be scrappy and claw there way to a .500 season, Miss. State won't win an SEC game, and Auburn will be putrid, however nearly upsetting Bama in the Iron Bowl(and shockikng LSU). Here are my division predictions, I highlight the key wins and losses for each team. I plan on going to 4 or 5 Cats games, just gotta decide which ones. If you know SEC football, you know how excited I am for the season. There is simply nothing else like it, I get butterflys just thinking about it. I also look to take my tailgating to a new level, trying to upgrade from a College Lush style of tailgating, to a post grad frat daddy Lush style, with a little more coin in the pocket.
- STEVE DIXXX
Thursday, July 30, 2009
WAAAASSAAAAAAPPPPP
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Babe City, USA

As I'm sure many of you remember, the Beach Boys had a hit single called "Surf City". Well, this post will not make another mention of that tune, but as you can see is similarly named. The title refers to a certain date with destiny that my friends and I have coming up this weekend.
I believe Jim Nantz may have coined the phrase "A tradition unlike any other", and that my friends will be lived by both myself and Steve Dixxx this weekend when we visit the place I have renamed "Babe City, USA"... Augusta, Georgia.
There will no doubt be plenty of babes to speak to and celebrities galore (we stood next to Will Ferrel last time we attended) not the least of whom is one Freddy Couples. Boom Boom, as those of us who pretend to know him personally call him, is a different sort of babe. The kind of babe that redefines the word itself and knocks the world off of its axis. Usually the word is left to describe only the most attractive of females, but Freddy is an iconic male babe who I will no doubt be following this weekend in his attempt to win a second Green Jacket. By the way, to Brez, that green jacket you wear around Randolph Macon's campus looks ridiculous and you should discontinue its use entirely then you should promptly go to the store and buy underwear so you actually have some to wear.
In the coming weeks, look for posts detailing each vulgar moment of our trip to Augusta. There will most assuredly be lushing, swearing, and gay jokes to tell.... be prepared.
Now that that is out of the way, I'd like to reminisce about my weekend past and let you in a little story that may well just gross you out.
I first must apologize for my lack of posting recently. I have been jibbed and gabbed by my friends (who actually don't even read this) about how I was letting my second blog fail. Rest assured that was not my intention. I've simply been caught up with trying to perfect my recent switch from a "modified tidal wave" hairstyle to the more business-esque and frat boy "combover". It's taken a lot of time and effort, but I think the transition is nearly complete.
Anyway back to the basics. Last weekend I went to Richmond to visit some buddies and take advantage of some underage high school chicks. The latter never came to fruition, but I like to think that's only because of the enormous faux pas I made mid-afternoon on Saturday.
As many of you know, I suffer from a very deadly and serious disease known as Celiac Disease. Basically I can't ingest gluten or my top and bottom end completely fall out. It's difficult to eat out because you'd really be surprised about all of the things that have gluten in them. Friday night, I decided to try the Vietnamese specialty "pho" because nothing really says "Hey, I'm all alone on Friday night", like reminders of the Vietkong and a 12 pack of Woodchuck Ciders.
So along came Saturday and my buddies decided to grill out. Having driven to Richmond early in the morning, I had neglected to eat anything and decided to go straight back to drinking. 12 "chucks" later and still on an empty stomach... I was hurting. That's when I realized that pho was made up of broth that clearly had gluten intertwined into the special techniques of its deliciousness.
To make a long story short, or atleast shorter than I could make it, I gambled with a fart and lost. Discouraged and inebriated, I ran to the downstairs bathroom where there, of course, was no toilet paper. I called out for help, but my cries were useless. No one would understand the inner workings of my stomach. My underpants already soiled, I decided that the only way out was to use them for clean up.
The nasty mess got worse after I had neatly disposed of the Undergarments Formerly known as Hanes. With no underpants and no real clean up happening, it was only a matter of time before my khaki shorts were ready to go the wayside. As we pulled into my other friends house to get ready for the evenings events, his gasp only confirmed what I already knew. My khakis were in fact, ruined.
Luckily, Nick had a shower and I had brought a change of clothes. Disaster averted... The evening unfolded farely sparse of events, other than when I drunkenly called my ex and casually told her, "I hope you're still doing really well as a slut and everything. You should kill yourself, talk to you later". No blood, no foul right???
Monday, April 6, 2009

WHERE THE HELL YA BEEN MR. DIXX ?
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Steve Dixx's NCAA PIXX
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Gee Chuck, The Date Started Out Great, but Just Before We Got to The Party, She Seemed to Tense Up
I was having a tough time at work today as per usual, but then things really seemed to turn in my favor....
I am a sales rep for a brand new direct marketing company in the area. My objective each day is to stop in and introduce my product to as many local business owners as I can in the hopes of them paying me to have their advertisement on my piece. And when I say "my piece", I mean the multi-advertiser direct marketing piece, not my genitalia. Unfortunately, I think one gentleman I stopped in to talk to today got the wrong impression.
I was going about business as usual, getting turned down more than Steve Urkel, when I stopped in on one particular business and was received with open arms. After introducing myself to the manager and giving my very brief sales pitch, I was invited back to his desk which was in the back of this man's retail shop. We chatted, I asked him how business was, and he got into what makes his business special. The whole time alluding to the fact that my product was great and innovative... basically talking me up like he was a 7th grade girl who just got introduced to the most bodacious of the Jonas Brothers.
He eventually got so excited about my presence that he could no longer contain himself, I almost thought he was going to tear off his shirt and his 7 pieces of gold plated jewelry. Being a salesman, I walked to the rear of the store feigning interest in his ramblings about track lighting and its importance in a home. He then was interested in showing me just how each different bulb illuminated my hand against a wall, something I could hardly notice. However, I pretended to be blown away in true salesman form. That is of course until he insisted on showing me exactly where to place my hand.
As I held my hand up against the wall my man man leaned in and reached his up as well. Meanwhile, his opposite hand grazed my... ahem, uh... cough... uh.. you know what. One time thing, no big deal. He was older, shit like that happens I told myself.
Until it happened again.
This time he was showing me a different lighting. I looked down after it happened to notice he was holding a stack of Post-it (trademark) notes. THANK GOD I thought. I knew that couldn't be his hand grazing my man meat.
On we went examining the beauty of different forms of light streaming from above. Twice more the sticky notes bumped into me... "clumsy asshole" crossed my mind. Finally I got tired of it so I walked away and pretended to look at a different light where there was more room for us to maneuver without that damn paper touching my frank. Same routine of me putting my hand up against the light only this time I happened to peek down as I reached. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I caught a glimpse of backhand just as it came to rest up against my tally whacker. "I can't believe this... this dude is copping a feel on me," I said to myself. Being an unsuccessful salesman and seeing as he had shown interest in the advertising before stroking my cock, I tried to convince myself it wasn't happening, but it was. It happened once more and I called it quits. I told him I had a phone conference I had to take and bolted out of there like Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez had once shown me how.
As I tried to cope with what had just occurred I thought to call my father and see if it helped me move on in my life. It didn't. All he told me was to go have a stiff drink and a smoke. "I didn't just get laid by a Playboy bunny dad, I just had some creep try to jerk me off in a fucking lamp store."
Needless to say the rest of my day was shot and I'm pretty sure I won't ever be able to walk into a business again. I guess on the bright side there can never be any doubt in anyone's mind as to whether or not I'm gay-- otherwise I woulda taken him up on the offer.
On the other hand, he did offer to take me to lunch sometime as I walked out. Hmm.....
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
A Few Randon McNuggets
I mustn't confuse you with this ramble, I am certainly not the healthiest of eaters. In fact, I've had french fries twice in two days. Double in fact, I've fricken loved every bite of them. I'm just saying there is a point in time where you wonder if adding 100 calories to every bite of cucumber eaten needs to be slightly strapped down. Of all the vices in our world today, you'd think that grabbing the mayonnaise out of the "White, nasty shit that makes you fat" isle at Whole Foods would be one of the easier to fix. I could be wrong, but I bet my man Lebron James doesn't hire a personal nutritionist who allows him to load up on that stuff before a game.
Next point- similar subject- I always try to avoid white condiments as a general rule of thumb. Does anyone else get scared by these things? Now, many of you may say that is my homophobic side coming out (of the closet), but I assure you, I have no fear of the GLT community and little or no fear of things that remind me of my own semen. Shit just freaks me out, like how did they get it to be that color? That's not right. Even vanilla ice cream and frosting scares me. Ever seen a vanilla bean??? IT IS BLACK!!! WTF mate?
On a sadder note, I started a new job a couple of weeks ago... not as sweet as I thought. There's a part of me that thinks, "boy, if I had just convinced my dad I needed that extra year of college to grow into a successful adult", I could be drunk in a ditch somewhere right now. Wouldn't that be sweet? Seriously though, while I was looking for a job I was getting a little stir crazy just sitting around my apartment all day, but now that the weather is breaking I'm wondering if I should file for unemployment and test out my sea legs in Charleston with Steve. Honestly, I wasn't really living that badly while unemployed. I was still bringing in some bling bling from my old job and I got to play a lot of old XBox games. I even went to the Smithsonian Museum of American History and didn't eat fast food once. That's right, I avoided straying from my gluten free diet even though it woulda been sweet to pound a double cheeseburger and worth three days of the Screaming Meanies.
Anyway, that's all I got for right now. Plus, it's getting late and I'm sure Pornhub has been updated since last night. Until next time.....
NCAA Conference Tourney Picks
Fresh Start
My goal with the blog is to get some personal enjoyment, share some totally inside jokes with the four people that will read this, and to express some opinions when I feel it is necessary.
So to spare you from the cliche jargon of every failed college basketball player that thinks they are somehow as funny or as smart as Mark "The Shark" Titus, I won't be trying to impress you with links to the funniest youtube videos. I will, however, write some things that may be funny to you, or they might just be funny to me. I might write about the Yankees, or some sports team, I may just write about how TRUE the recent turn in the weather has me.
I may post regularly, I may not. My buddy wants me to put a lot of basketball picks on here, and while I'm not really sure who would care about my opinions, I'm certainly no Clark Kellogg. I'll probably allow him that much, if not for our own sanity I'm not sure what else. Plus, he seems to be on a serious run of picking winners (a subject I'll tackle in a humorous post very soon) so I'll most likely let him do most of the posting there.
In the near future look for stories involving our NCAA tourney picks, our trip to Augusta, Georgia for the Masters and much more. Oh, and expect to see some form of the word "lush" in just about every post.
Here's to one more try at this before I give up.....