Everyday Should Be Saturday

June 28, 2007

FULMER CUP: PUTTING THE ROCK IN ROCKY TOP

“I feel like I just crapped a pineapple”–those were the words of Ronald Reagan after pushing through a particularly contentious piece of legislation in his first term, and they reflect our own feelings as the Tennessee Volunteers finally grace the Fulmer Cup with their esteemed presence.

We’ll open the bidding with a question: what’s hard, made of cocaine, and looks like crack and was found on the dashboard of walk-on Tennessee football player and rhymes with crack? If you said crack, you’re obviously a felon. Turn yourself in now. If you do it in Knoxville, you might share a bunk with Justin Jackson, who can now look forward to being sexed by inmate Barry and his delightful selections of homemade toilet wine.


It’s crack. It gets you high.

Tennessee football walk-on Justin Jackson has been dismissed from the team after he was arrested on charges of selling crack cocaine, university officials said Thursday.

He sells cocaine! Ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-kaayeaahhaawwwww!!! Phil Fulmer, who is very, very fat, has kicked Jackson off the team, a punishment Urban Meyer described as “harsh.” For actual selling of motherfucking holy shit CRACK, the Tennessee Vols will receive 3 points for selling narcotics and one point for the longstanding crack bonus. (Crack always gets a bonus point, because crack is…crack, worthy of a point unto itself.) He also got a generic weed charge, tacking two points on for a total of six points in all for the Vols.

Not enough to even get them on the big board amidst this year’s stiff competition, but enough to make us feel like the world is close to spinning on its correct axis. We feel like we just woke up to the promise of a new day, as if the universe were made suddenly whole and right in a single act. (Exhale.) We would like to ask you to join us by standing up in your office chair right now, clicking the jump, and engage in an office dance party to celebrate the circle of life, and deliver an important anti-drug message, too. Remember, people: you don’t have to smoke crack to have a good time. (more…)

WELL-ORCHESTRATED AGONY: BUCK TO LINDSAY TO UGGGHHHH…

How long this took to rig up, we’ll never know. All we can say for certain is that we’ve never been more simultaneously sickened and impressed at the same time–or at least as much as we’ve been since we saw Meet the Feebles for the first time. (You ever care to see a muppet walrus fuck a muppet cat? Or watch a Kermit the Frog lookalike shoot up? Yes? Then Netflix is ready when you are.)

Anyway, we present (via Paul Westerdawg) the fully choreographed Buck Belue to Lindsay Scott play, the most clearly historical instance of the Gator defense’s inability to defend the slant, no matter the year. The scene syncs perfectly with the Larry Munson call, which is included.

As bad as it was for Florida, an announcer admitting that he broke a chair during a call is still more evidence of Larry Munson being run-flat gangsta awesome. How the person who rigged this whole thing up so cleverly without figuring out video transfer, though, escapes us, since that’s something we’ve figured out, and we’ve got the HTML skillz of a lobotomized marmot.

PETE CARROLL LOVES ALL OF YOU ANGELS

According to Bruins Nation, noted humanitarian and USC football coach Pete Carroll attended a service at the Agape Spiritual Center, one of these Oprah-friendly nouveau religious centers for those who like their religion without crushing guilt, obligation, or judgement. You call them New Age, we call them total pussies. (Lapsed Catholics say what!)

Pete then, according to witness UCngLA from the openly biased folks at Bruins Nation, addressed the crowd with the following opening line, excerpted from the post at BN:

“It’s great to be in this place, to be among all these angels.” And by angels he was referring to the audience.


Pete Carroll will be with you angels in a minute. First he’s got a Palestinian crisis to mediate. Then he’s got Pilates. Then: you, angels.

This is true. We’re taking it as true. Even if it’s not true we’ll never admit it. You angels, you can’t take this away from us. Pete Carroll is the guy who names trees in his yard. Pete Carroll really does ride a golden unicycle. Pete Carroll is the nearly 60 guy with sculpted abs who hangs with Will Ferrell. Pete Carroll really does drive a Range Rover, because you never know when you’ll be called to lead an aid convoy in Darfur. Pete Carroll is the youth pastor who will write a check made out to you with the sum line filled out as “complete happiness,” and sign it with the name “God.” He is Kevin Rawley from Meet the Parents, and is making you a stunning hand-carved gazebo with his own hands as we speak.

Like God, if Pete Carroll didn’t exist, we’d have to make him up.

FSU RECRUITS BANNED FROM DISNEY

We been done seen ’bout everythang now! Four Florida State recruits booted from Disney World’s Downtown Disney in Orlando claim the park is guilty of racial profiling after they were asked to leave for “loitering” there last weekend.


Disney boots FSU recruits for being tall, black, and stationary.

The recruits were at the park as part of a “bonding” weekend for five high schoolers who have already given oral commitments to the Seminoles when four of them were followed for “an hour and a half to two hours” and then asked to leave the park. The four refused, and were then allegedly fingerprinted by Disney cops (do they wear Mickey gloves?), photographed, and then banned for life from ever returning to the Disney World Property.

The four got the boot thanks to Disney’s loitering policy, (more…)

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