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One fateful night, Refined Taste and Youthful Abandon got drunk and did the nasty. The condom broke and they made a baby. That's us, and we're The Shit.

The Hot Shit

We, too, once swam over 3,000 miles down the Amazon. Except it was more like the Willamette, for ten miles, and we actually didn't leave the boat. But the delirium thing definitely happened.

So no one besides us remembers that one Travis Morrison song where he sings about whales, but this kind of reminds us of that. Except more hilarious. Good song topics for Rivers Cuomo: lesbians, animals. Bad topics: Beverly Hills, animals.

Word's don't—nay, can't—describe. Apparently Jeezy even ad-libs in interviews.

Gee, this totally doesn't make up for the fact that Paddy still hasn't finished the third volume of his memoirs.

It's definitely about the free booze.

So now he's picking on girls? We are convinced that The Game has become the Hank Kingsley of hip hop.

Martha Stewart is so powerful that she sends Jews to Hell.

UPDATE: We don't know what to believe in this whole Keef matter.

Oh, Keef. What have you come to? Oh wait, you've been this way for over 30 years.

$%*(&@#! MOVABLE TYPE I WILL KILL YOU!!!!

Straight Ballin'

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ESPN's Chris Broussard is fine with gays, as long as they know he hates them. Well, maybe he doesn't "hate" them—they'll still get a hug—but he does expect them to burn in Hell. His new post on ESPN's Magazine blog has a number of gems to its credit.

I'm a born-again, Bible-believing Christian (no, I'm not a member of the Religious Right). And I'm against homosexuality (I believe it's a sin) and same-sex marriage.

But before you label me "homophobic," know that I'm against any type of sex outside of marriage between a man and a woman. That includes heterosexual fornication (premarital sex).

Cool, Chris. We'll just label you batshit crazy. Still, though, his take on AmaechiGate (more like GAYte!) is relatively progressive: he thinks the NBA is ready for a gay player, as long as there's no hanky-panky in the locker room.

But if a gay player just goes about his business in the shower, showing that he has no sexual interest in his teammates and that he's not "checking them out," I think the awkwardness would wear off fairly quickly.

We're not even going to bother close reading that. Then there's the grand finale:

Believe me, when the ball goes up, his sexual preference isn't going to matter.

Thank you, ESPN proofreaders; from the bottom of our hearts, thank you.

My take on John Amaechi [ESPN: The Magazine Blog] (via YAYSports!)

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