Got a couple of sweet ass hockey fights (and one horrible one) for you to see from the past week.
:: The FAILfight: Alexander Semin from the Washington Capitals fights like a fucking 5 year old who wears a helmet and kneepads and needs flotation devices to eat soup. Way to misplace your balls. Now you know what happens when you fuck with a Staal.
:: Fedotenko vs. Armstrong: Now this is the fight that fucked up Ruslan Fedotenko's hand. But it touched Colby Armstrong's Dignity in all the wrong places.
:: Crosby Fight II: "Fuck this shit.": Sidney Crosby fights! No one cares who he fought. He always drops the gloves when I'm tossing back a second Yuengling in a bar. Way to go, Sid.
1.07.2009
[tFB|09:03] Yeah, well I'm offended by your existance.
The more i listen to talk radio, the more i believe that this great country has lost its sense of humor.
Let me explain. Limping back home after work, I always throw on my radio because I don't have an iPod (Yet). A local personality on a popular radio station, both of which will remain nameless, were talking about Michelle Obama's ass. They played "Baby got Back" after they talked about it. Of course, they're talking tongue-in-cheek about her butt and neither the station or the personality are taking it seriously...
...until the callers started to pick up their phones and keep their heads INSIDE their asses.
One person, I think she was some talk show host elsewhere, said about the personality that he was "tasteless" and "low-brow" and "should only be allowed to be on the radio long enough to apologize and then banned from the radio forever!!!!!!!!!!!111111oneoneonetwo".
Another caller said about the station and the personality "We should change talk radio because of people like you."
Look, fuckers. What would this nation be without talk radio, disagreements and personalities that like to stir the pot?
If you want a show that agrees with you all the time, has no humor whatsoever and is just plain dull, for-fucking-get it. You're never going to get it, and if you do, it'll last a day.
America, learn how to take a joke. This shit about everything being so "offensive" when someone else makes a joke is getting old. Let's face it, the economy is going down the shitter, we're in a never-ending war and our next president has to clean up the shit that Bush turned America into when it came to both of those factors. Sometimes we need a joke, a song, a sport, a game, hell, even a reality show to escape from reality.
We don't need you who keeps bringing down everyone else's fun because you're "offended" by what someone else said in a joke. It's the first amendment people:
Nobody. Fucking. Cares.
Let me explain. Limping back home after work, I always throw on my radio because I don't have an iPod (Yet). A local personality on a popular radio station, both of which will remain nameless, were talking about Michelle Obama's ass. They played "Baby got Back" after they talked about it. Of course, they're talking tongue-in-cheek about her butt and neither the station or the personality are taking it seriously...
...until the callers started to pick up their phones and keep their heads INSIDE their asses.
One person, I think she was some talk show host elsewhere, said about the personality that he was "tasteless" and "low-brow" and "should only be allowed to be on the radio long enough to apologize and then banned from the radio forever!!!!!!!!!!!111111oneoneonetwo".
Another caller said about the station and the personality "We should change talk radio because of people like you."
Look, fuckers. What would this nation be without talk radio, disagreements and personalities that like to stir the pot?
If you want a show that agrees with you all the time, has no humor whatsoever and is just plain dull, for-fucking-get it. You're never going to get it, and if you do, it'll last a day.
America, learn how to take a joke. This shit about everything being so "offensive" when someone else makes a joke is getting old. Let's face it, the economy is going down the shitter, we're in a never-ending war and our next president has to clean up the shit that Bush turned America into when it came to both of those factors. Sometimes we need a joke, a song, a sport, a game, hell, even a reality show to escape from reality.
We don't need you who keeps bringing down everyone else's fun because you're "offended" by what someone else said in a joke. It's the first amendment people:
Nobody. Fucking. Cares.
1.05.2009
[tFB|09:02] Richy Bitches.
Dunkin' Fail of the day.
Disclaimer: Dunkin' Donuts is responsible for the random fucking up of orders, and customers are responsible for not ordering right. This blogger holds no responsibility for himself or anything that has to do with the shortcomings of the Dunkin' brand. At Dunkin' Donuts, we strive for guest first fanaticism. It's what we do, whether we like it or not.
One thing that bugs me to no end is when rich mother fuckers go to fast food restaraunts and complain about prices.
In the drive thru, this lady, who seems as if she wipes her ass with one dollar bills and gives her thirsty dog perrier, comes thru in an audi with a gucci purse.
She orders a coffee and apparently had a dispute about a price. She's bitching at our drive thru girl forcing her to get the manager.
So I'm thinking, hey it must be a refund, we're all new, every cashier has either hit the coffee button twice or rung up a donut instead.
No no.
The guest sits there and whines about how she didn't want to pay the extra 10 cents because she ordered a large and wanted it at a medium price.
TEN CENTS.
You're wasting our time, our resources, and our coffee just because you don't want to charge the extra dime on your swiss bank account's debit card? Please, bitch. Everyone can afford ten cents. You can probably fill an olympic sized pool with dimes. Maybe five or ten. Fuck, if I can upgrade anything for 10 cents, I'd be happy.
Don't ever come to our Dunkin Donuts again. Or better yet, don't even bother going to any fast food restaraunt because you seem like one of those bitches who wouldn't pay because someone put an extra pickle on your cheeseburger.
I got a pickle you can suck on.
Congratulations, you've proven over and over again that the upper tax bracket is full of douchebags, and FAIL.
[tFB|09:01] Good to be back.
As anyone can plainly tell you, I am a huge penguins fan. Though I am relatively new to the game, I've been watching them even before Sidney Crosby was drafted. Yes, this was when the Pens were going through the dark period of not being in the playoffs for six years, and then that horrific lockout in 04-05.
Since then, I've seen the best of times, and the worst of times when it comes to Pittsburgh hockey.
And right now, boy, it's the worst of times.
Boy, anyone can tell you that if you don't score on 32 power plays after you relished the man advantage last year then something's horribly wrong. The Pens are riding a five-game losing streak and find themselves out of the playoffs.
But FEAR NOT!
I do believe that this epic slump has to end one day. Let's hope that the slump ends very soon so I can watch the penguins rise through the standings again, and if recent history has taught us anything, we should be ready for an offensive blowout because it always happens this time of the year. If we can beat up on the Thrashers and build on that win, and do what Jordan Staal is asking for, play as a team, The penguins will be back and ready for a playoff run.
I don't want to look up, see that March is here and see that my plans don't include watching the NHL Playoffs. Snap out of it and do it now, guys.
GO PENS.
Since then, I've seen the best of times, and the worst of times when it comes to Pittsburgh hockey.
And right now, boy, it's the worst of times.
Boy, anyone can tell you that if you don't score on 32 power plays after you relished the man advantage last year then something's horribly wrong. The Pens are riding a five-game losing streak and find themselves out of the playoffs.
But FEAR NOT!
I do believe that this epic slump has to end one day. Let's hope that the slump ends very soon so I can watch the penguins rise through the standings again, and if recent history has taught us anything, we should be ready for an offensive blowout because it always happens this time of the year. If we can beat up on the Thrashers and build on that win, and do what Jordan Staal is asking for, play as a team, The penguins will be back and ready for a playoff run.
I don't want to look up, see that March is here and see that my plans don't include watching the NHL Playoffs. Snap out of it and do it now, guys.
GO PENS.
10.29.2008
[TFB:003] Something is Missing....
There's something missing.
No, it's not my iPod. I know exactly where it is. It's dead.
It's not my phone. I found it (thanks Port Authority)
It's something that has been gone for like... 7-8 years.
My Confidence.
Where does confidence go and why doesn't it come back? I do things just for the fuck of it and hope whatever I do doesn't backfire in the end. I don't do things because it's going to be the best thing I've ever done or it will help me in the long run.
Ever since I started the Crematory, I just thought this would be an experiment. If people found it, great, if not, whatever. Now, I see that you guys actually like what we do around here and it gives me a boost that I needed to stick this thing out and see how popular it really gets. That's what keeps me going with the Crematory and I love every fucking minute of it. I have confidence that this mother fucker will just keep growing exponentially when you do your part by listening and using the site.
The whole lack of confidence thing hits me hardest when it comes to school, work and relationships. Why do I bother wasting my time with this stupid job? Why do I bother to keep going to class? Why do I associate with the people that I associate with? What will I gain when it comes to these three things?
Now, keep in mind, this is neither an emo post or an attack post towards anyone. I'm greatful for the people I call my friends, and my family (both natural and Crematory-born). But the shit that I'm dealing with right now is basically asking this question.
Why do I bother?
I mean yeah, most of the shit I do will help me progress in life later on down the road. But what is this shit doing for me now? And if it is worthwhile, how do i not screw it up?
Dammit, that's why I'm questioning myself in a negative way. I should start asking myself, "How do I keep this working for me in a positive way?"
To me, the Crematory is an escape. It makes me feel like I'm, you know, important. You, the fans, and the DJs do that every day. It gives me the swagger that I need to press on and watch the Crematory grow. And if the Crematory becomes the best thing to happen to this town since... well, the steelers won a super bowl recently, right?... Yeah, let's go with that... Then I'll definately look back and say, "wow. I started this."
Now, I just need to find a way to transfer these feelings towards real life.
And for that... I may need some help.
No, it's not my iPod. I know exactly where it is. It's dead.
It's not my phone. I found it (thanks Port Authority)
It's something that has been gone for like... 7-8 years.
My Confidence.
Where does confidence go and why doesn't it come back? I do things just for the fuck of it and hope whatever I do doesn't backfire in the end. I don't do things because it's going to be the best thing I've ever done or it will help me in the long run.
Ever since I started the Crematory, I just thought this would be an experiment. If people found it, great, if not, whatever. Now, I see that you guys actually like what we do around here and it gives me a boost that I needed to stick this thing out and see how popular it really gets. That's what keeps me going with the Crematory and I love every fucking minute of it. I have confidence that this mother fucker will just keep growing exponentially when you do your part by listening and using the site.
The whole lack of confidence thing hits me hardest when it comes to school, work and relationships. Why do I bother wasting my time with this stupid job? Why do I bother to keep going to class? Why do I associate with the people that I associate with? What will I gain when it comes to these three things?
Now, keep in mind, this is neither an emo post or an attack post towards anyone. I'm greatful for the people I call my friends, and my family (both natural and Crematory-born). But the shit that I'm dealing with right now is basically asking this question.
Why do I bother?
I mean yeah, most of the shit I do will help me progress in life later on down the road. But what is this shit doing for me now? And if it is worthwhile, how do i not screw it up?
Dammit, that's why I'm questioning myself in a negative way. I should start asking myself, "How do I keep this working for me in a positive way?"
To me, the Crematory is an escape. It makes me feel like I'm, you know, important. You, the fans, and the DJs do that every day. It gives me the swagger that I need to press on and watch the Crematory grow. And if the Crematory becomes the best thing to happen to this town since... well, the steelers won a super bowl recently, right?... Yeah, let's go with that... Then I'll definately look back and say, "wow. I started this."
Now, I just need to find a way to transfer these feelings towards real life.
And for that... I may need some help.
10.04.2008
[TFB:002]: I'm not antisocial, it's just that...
People make me want to stab myself in the eye, and put a dagger through my ear, ripping out an eardrum. This feeling magnifies itself tenfold when I am waiting for - or in some cases, riding - a bus. I take buses throughout Pittsburgh daily to get around, but when I get on these buses, I have to make sure I have headphones so that I can ignore these people.
Case(s) in point:
Saturday, Early Afternoon: I walk up the hill to take the bus from where I live into town. There is this one guy at the bus stop. Normal looking, had a backpack full of god-knows-what, bald with a full beard. The dude has fucked up eyes as well.
I go to light a cigarette and this guy asks me what time the bus comes. Okay, simple enough question, so I tell him, "The bus comes in about twenty minutes." He thanks me, and seemingly, he goes back to looking for the bus.
Now, here's what made me absolutely CRINGE. The guy asks me where I can score some hoagies. I tell him that there's a Sub shop down the street, and maybe they have them at this local pizza shop. The guy sits there and talks about what kind of sandwich he wants, what I like, and then, this is where he put his foot in his mouth.
He just did not say he eats 11 subs a day. I'm going to fucking hurl. How can you eat that many sandwiches a day? I think the most peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I had in a day was like...3. But 11 SUBMARINE FOOTLONG SANDWICHES. You fat fuck. When he stopped talking, I ran a block to the nearest bus stop.
Saturday Evening: Like an asshole, I get back on another bus. Same one, this time going to this club I frequent called Ceremony in downtown Pittsburgh. Normal looking bus, doesn't smell, seats are nice and comfortable. Frost is very happy...until... 10 minutes later, here comes this girl on the bus. She has to be in her 20s by the way she looked. But... You can't stay focused on her face. Why?
Case(s) in point:
Saturday, Early Afternoon: I walk up the hill to take the bus from where I live into town. There is this one guy at the bus stop. Normal looking, had a backpack full of god-knows-what, bald with a full beard. The dude has fucked up eyes as well.
I go to light a cigarette and this guy asks me what time the bus comes. Okay, simple enough question, so I tell him, "The bus comes in about twenty minutes." He thanks me, and seemingly, he goes back to looking for the bus.
Now, here's what made me absolutely CRINGE. The guy asks me where I can score some hoagies. I tell him that there's a Sub shop down the street, and maybe they have them at this local pizza shop. The guy sits there and talks about what kind of sandwich he wants, what I like, and then, this is where he put his foot in his mouth.
"I like to eat 11 subs, a day. Not just six-inch pieces of shit, but the footlongs."
Holy shit.
(btw, I love chicken bacon and ranch subs from subway)
(btw, I love chicken bacon and ranch subs from subway)
He just did not say he eats 11 subs a day. I'm going to fucking hurl. How can you eat that many sandwiches a day? I think the most peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I had in a day was like...3. But 11 SUBMARINE FOOTLONG SANDWICHES. You fat fuck. When he stopped talking, I ran a block to the nearest bus stop.
Fucking freak show.
Saturday Evening: Like an asshole, I get back on another bus. Same one, this time going to this club I frequent called Ceremony in downtown Pittsburgh. Normal looking bus, doesn't smell, seats are nice and comfortable. Frost is very happy...until... 10 minutes later, here comes this girl on the bus. She has to be in her 20s by the way she looked. But... You can't stay focused on her face. Why?
What. The. Fuck?
That picture is just about accurate. This girl's ass, and hips were disgustingly HUGE. It must have stretched from one side of bus seats to the other. Honestly, she must have set a record for too much ass. If she were to play hockey, the refs would call too many men when she's the only person on there. Or the ice would crack.
There IS such thing as too much ass.
Now, don't get me wrong. I do not hate fat people. I just hate everyone equally. But when you're excessively proud of your disgustingness, that's where shit hits the fan. Makes me want to lose weight because I'm definately not proud of my chubbiness. I'm not fat. I'm not skinny. I'm leaning towards fat, I want to find a happy medium. But at least I can be content in knowing that I'm still attractive.
There IS such thing as too much ass.
Now, don't get me wrong. I do not hate fat people. I just hate everyone equally. But when you're excessively proud of your disgustingness, that's where shit hits the fan. Makes me want to lose weight because I'm definately not proud of my chubbiness. I'm not fat. I'm not skinny. I'm leaning towards fat, I want to find a happy medium. But at least I can be content in knowing that I'm still attractive.
[TFB:001] - Welcome to the Frost Blog!
It's a wonderful time of the year. Leaves are changing, temperatures are falling...
And 10 guys are trying to put a piece of vulcanized rubber in a net behind two other guys, smashing into each other and fighting to do it.
It's Hockey Season once again! When you read this blog, you'll come to realize very quickly that I'm one of those crazy fans that no one wants to sit around. But at least you'll know that I know what I'm talking about. My team of choice?
The Pittsburgh Penguins.
This team's resurgence has just been remarkable. I can remember back in the day (2004-05) when we only managed 18 wins or so, but now, this team is going places and melting faces. Sid Crosby, Geno Malkin, Staal, Fleury, all them guys are getting better by the day and pretty soon they will be unstoppable if they aren't now. Add Satan and Fedotenko to the top two lines, and, my god, this team is just great. Stanley cup contender? Absolutely.
But enough about them...
Hey Everyone. My name is Frost, I run a radio station called the Crematory where I can be heard Tuesday through Friday at 8 to 11 PM eastern time. Check us out at crematory.hopto.org.
I have other hobbies besides Sports and DJing, but no one cares about that.
Hopefully you guys will enjoy the content that I put up on here. It's fun to try to find something to write about and lace it with a few "fucks", "shits", and "cunts" for you to enjoy.
If you don't wanna read, then get the podcast from the odiogo thingy at the top of every post and that will keep you updated on what happens here. It also reads the post for you.
Hopefully I can be the source of your controversy until I decide to quit.
And 10 guys are trying to put a piece of vulcanized rubber in a net behind two other guys, smashing into each other and fighting to do it.
It's Hockey Season once again! When you read this blog, you'll come to realize very quickly that I'm one of those crazy fans that no one wants to sit around. But at least you'll know that I know what I'm talking about. My team of choice?
The Pittsburgh Penguins.
This team's resurgence has just been remarkable. I can remember back in the day (2004-05) when we only managed 18 wins or so, but now, this team is going places and melting faces. Sid Crosby, Geno Malkin, Staal, Fleury, all them guys are getting better by the day and pretty soon they will be unstoppable if they aren't now. Add Satan and Fedotenko to the top two lines, and, my god, this team is just great. Stanley cup contender? Absolutely.
But enough about them...
Hey Everyone. My name is Frost, I run a radio station called the Crematory where I can be heard Tuesday through Friday at 8 to 11 PM eastern time. Check us out at crematory.hopto.org.
I have other hobbies besides Sports and DJing, but no one cares about that.
Hopefully you guys will enjoy the content that I put up on here. It's fun to try to find something to write about and lace it with a few "fucks", "shits", and "cunts" for you to enjoy.
If you don't wanna read, then get the podcast from the odiogo thingy at the top of every post and that will keep you updated on what happens here. It also reads the post for you.
Hopefully I can be the source of your controversy until I decide to quit.
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