First and foremost, let us all raise our fists in solidarity:
Secondly, fuck that “Banyana Banyana” noise. What kind of nickname* is THAT? Lesser Springbokesses or GTFO.
*apparently translates roughly to “The Girls.” Team Ireland no longer looks so uncreative now, does they?
South Afrika is the 54th ranked squadron in the world. In women’s international footy terms, that means they are fodder. They will not pass go. They will not collect $200.
Speaking of, my Dad was always a stickler for the printed Monopoly rules, even to not putting orange moneys in the “Free Parking” pool. And y’all wonder why Hippo is no NAWT FUN.
Anyway what was my point? I have no point, and neither will the Lesser Springbokesses. They’ve also apparently been in a pay dispute with their national federation, to absolutely nobody’s surprise who’s tracked SA politics since Nelson Mandela died. They went on strike for the last warmup friendly, and one of their scabs was thirteen years old. FFS, that’s barely Marc Trestman’s Windowless Van age!
I couldn’t even find a player to fixate on, from a performance or perversion standpoint. The most famous “domestic side” for any of their players seems to be Italy’s Su-su-suddio (whoa-OHHHHHH). Hey, I tried to get BC Dick to write some of these. In closing, here’s an actual South Afrikan band/song! One of Hippo’s all time faves.
[…] of effort, so I focused on an easier get that still promised to be exciting: the Netherlands vs South Africa. This was a round of 16 game where South Africa had already exceeded expectations by topping Italy […]
https://www.espn.com/video/clip/_/id/37980803
This won’t embed, but it’s gnarly. The bigger question: how will the Reds screw him up, and how many in the Reds’ front office will Redshirt “disappear” after?
Pretend Bornemouth just whipped my ass in the Cursed Caribou quarters. And I can’t deny I was annoyed by yeah right’s great-great-great-great-great-great grandson’s ribbing.
I left him orders in a time capsule.
The HL talk is reminding me of some bits of dialogue from Full Metal Jacket:
The (Asian slurs) would rather be alive than free. Dumb bastards.
I want to be the first kid from my block with a confirmed kill.
(but if Scotchy don’t like Full Metal Jacket neither, not sure we’s can still be spirit animals)
Who doesn’t like Gunnery Sergeant Hartmann.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHxf17yJsKs
I can think of one particular individual…
portrayed by future professional quartered back Sam Darnold
Been using, “250 pounds of chewed bubblegum” a lot lately.
/to the mirror, unfortunately.
I had a shameful jelly donut midweek!
/ok, three
The Hurt Locker is the first Saw movie writ large in an oil-plenty country.
Hurt Locker Update:
“Rebel” dude rips open a Capri Sun for his commanding officer to sip (he’s an amazing sniper, btw) in a gesture of respect.
Shoulda been Rip Its
Or four lokos
Don’t blame me I told you to watch Kung Fu Hustle.
The Hurt Locker, otherwise known as Killing All Brown Guys Boogaloo.
I mean, can u REELY blame Americans 4 doing wut they due best smh???
Or Rambo part 6
Kid away for a week. Wife and I day wine drinkin.
You spelled ‘day sex’ wrong. This is the Holy Grail for folks that have young ones.
47 minutes in and I have to say The Hurt Locker is completely contrived garbage. Really? The ‘hero’ is a ‘rebel’ that doesn’t follow the usual rules when disarming bombs? [wanking motion engaged] And I’m sure that this script was vetted by the military before it got to the screen.
The only dude that talks to a therapist will go off the rails-it’s coming from a mile away.
Fun Fact: “The Hurt Locker” is the dwarf’s name for his kennel in Casa Cornblower.
I mean, the larger kennel was a whole $50 extra.
[checks to see if Cornblower is online-he isn’t]
I mean, Horatio is nothing if not a mealy-mouthed miser. Everyone knows this.
Him not being here explains why the dwarf isn’t.
If the dwarf wants a walk he’s gotta earn it first
Visited my local neighborhood Choriman today.
They’re only own from 6 AM until 2 PM which is a shame because their burritos are day wreckers.
I had some chori wings and a chile relleno burrito with the green chorizo. Fucking awesome but it’s just now 2 and I’m pounding the beverages.
I’ll adjust somehow.
They are consistently incredible.
Rewatch Alert: I can’t decide between Heat, The Verdict, Spotlight, Starship Troopers, The International, Inside Man, Leon The Professional, The Other Guys, Moneyball or Kung Fu Hustle.
What say you?
I wish I could make a flow chart for this.
Heat if you plan to make an evening of watching and getting hammered.
Starship Troopers if it’s going to be background for something else (like lifting weights or household chores).
Inside Man if you are or potentially will be Netflix and Chilling
Leon the Professional if Marc Trestman is coming over to hang out
Moneyball if you want to say a final farewell to professional sports in Oakland
The Other Guys for all other scenarios.
(ones I ignored are ones I haven’t seen personally)
“I would choose Inside Man”
Kung Fu hustle every time.
Love that movie.
Other Hippo has recommended “stare into the abyss” for me.
“Stare into Kruger Jr’s eyes lovingly” must have been a close second. Re-think your choice.
Moneyball is banned because they’re moving to Vegas.
Nice.
So, after three weeks of new tire, I have to change it again, because… we don’t know why.
I’m in a tire shop and they’re doing forensic analysis and still have no idea how it got low in the first place, just that once it did happen I drove on it (because I didn’t see anything) and that shredded up the inside. Ugh.
Ozzy feels your pain.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYomVbcJKhI&ab_channel=AlfieBennett
I had an incredibly stupid morning at my SIL’s house. I took the garbage out and l
locked myself out of the house, except for the garage. No keys, no phone, no pants! I rummaged around and found a bag of stuff she’s donating to Goodwill. There was a pair of pants in there that I managed to squeeze my lardass into. One problem solved. I went over to the weirdo next door neighbors house and asked to use his phone. Fortunately, I know Gumby’s number by heart, the only nunber I know. Did he answer? Only after I called and texted like 30 times. He got in touch with his sister, fortunately one of her friends had a spare key, and brought it over to save me. Thank you Lisa! And thank you weirdo Gene. He gave me a cup of coffee and a granola bar, besides letting me use his phone. And told me some insane story about his dead wife.
Action Saturday!
So THATS why Gene asked me to open the Cinnabon this morning!
Gene shows up all over LA.
That’s a banger of a song
Of course it is.
It’s got an accordion in it.
I polka’d with the cat. I’m bleeding now.
I remember listening to The Doors “Waiting for the Sun” when I was a teenager. Thought it was some deep mystical, psychedelic, zen type wisdom and now I realize that Jim Morrison woke up to an overcast morning with a deep marine layer and he was just waiting for the sun to come up before getting out of bed.
And just now, the sun finally came out.
Let’s get a walk in.
Heroine makes the everyday stuff so very magical!
The streetlights glittered and twinkled as if brushed with a sparkling layer of fresh fallen snow.
I know Jim Morrison is a controversial subject here, but, if there’s a DFO Alcoholic Award, it should be named in his honor. Dude’s breakfast was literally a six pack and a couple of shots of whiskey everyday.
I am an unapologetic Doors fan. Gumby put “Morrisonism” as his religion on his dog tags in boot camp. We have been known to get buzzed up and read Jim’s poetry to each other. We’re especially fond of The Lords and The New Church. It’s great stuff when you’re high!
Creatures, not Church. Duh!
You’re dad wasn’t wrong about the Monopoly rules. All the house rules (I played with them too) turn a 90-minute game into a three-hour slog.
I spent a week in the northwest of South Africa once. It was beautiful. There were lions.
This concludes my knowledge of South Africa.
My then-wife went there on a business trip. Her time in Kruger National Park is why my cat son has the first name that he has.
She also mentioned going to the ATM (Johannesburg, the business part of trip) in broad daylight (only an insane person would do so at night), and seeing someone walking down the middle of the street with an AK.
#LandOfContrasts
I used to see people at the grocery store escorted by armed security guards, sometimes. Johannesburg was crazy dangerous but I was lucky enough not to have anything bad happen to me. I was definitely on my toes all the time.
I had a girlfriend from South Africa. I couldn’t understand a word she said, and she was allegedly speaking English..
Is amazing how far you can get nodding and smiling politely.
Justified returns 18 July (wrt Raylan’s character in a new locale). I am equal parts geeked and reticent. The Breaking Bad and Deadwood fan service moviefilms have scarred a Hippo.
Never made sense that he Got to Leave Harlan, Alive smh
So did Boyd, Ava, Wynonna, Winn Duffy, Art and a bunch of others.
Beginning to think that whole song was a lie.
I’m sort of with Hippo on this one. I will likely watch the renewed Justified, but I also think the original show ended just fine and I’m more than a little worried bringing it back is going to ruin it.
We encountered Joelle Carter outside a coffee show one time and told her we loved the show. She was very gracious.
She has always seemed like a super cool person. I seem to recall Patton Oswalt gushing about her bring awesome, too.
These guys were actually a pretty big deal when I lived in Z.A. Kind of surprised their name didn’t come up during your research.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJqw3SXwTTA
I was hoping you’d join us with some RTD Stories of Sexual Conquest, but HOT DAMN this was also a fine addition to the discussion.
/googles Springbok Nude Girls
//YouTube ads take a slightly dark(er) turn
Funny you should mention, during the Danish preview I was thinking toss in a brief anecdote about hooking up (in South Africa, the first night in a game park) with a visiting friend named Solveig. She wasn’t Danish, though, she was American.
I suppose I did have the proper “rainbow nation” experience (English-descent, Afrikaner, Indian, Black), but the stories aren’t terribly sordid or exciting, mainly it was just serial monogamy.
RTD walks into the United Nations: “Hi, yeah, I’ll take one of each.”
UN receptionist: “Sir, we’ve been over this; this is not that kind of place. Please leave.”
Bahahahaha shows what you know – as though security would let me get as far as the front desk.
THIS RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY, I CALL HIM PEER GYNT BECAUSE HE GOT TO HEAR SOLVEIG’S SONG RIGHT BEFORE HE LEFT.
Hip… When there are no nawt Playas… First default is always the fans…
Like the fine banner ladies for example.