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ILovethe1880s I Hate I Love The 1880s on History Channel

The bastard spawn of VH1 and The Smoking Gun, with 50% more fetal alcohol poisoning.

Seriously.  Have you seen this steaming pile of turd?  Are you at all familiar with TruTV’s “World’s Dumbest Presented by The Smoking Gun”?  That’s a show populated with pop-culture icons such as Tonya Harding, Danny Bonaduce, Frank Stallone, a Baldwin Brother, Leif Garrett and Random Black Chick Comedian.  It’s the same thing only without hilarious footage of people getting maimed while doing stupid things.

The premise of “I Love The 1880s” is to add “a comedic and nostalgic” look back at history’s most iconic people and events through the eyes of today’s funniest comedians.  That last part is important, “TODAY’S FUNNIEST COMEDIANS”.

The show premiered last night and I almost made it through 15 minutes of the half hour program.  Almost.  When I realized the History channel’s idea of humor was not unlike a mortician’s idea of a cheap date, I had to turn the channel.  But let’s review what I did manage to see anyways.

The premier episode was called “Presidents Gone Wild”.  Ooooh snap!  Presidents done gone cray cray up in this bitch!  Actually it was kind of, how can I put this delicately?  Retarded.  It played out like a History Major’s fever induced nightmare.

The narrator would provide us with an interesting tidbit about a President.  Interesting, being an entirely subjective term and easily confused with a “who-gives-a-shit” tidbit.  After they’d use their Monty Python style animation of old cartoon cutouts of the President in question, the crack team of joke-makers would show up with witty and edgy quips.

Did you know that John Adams liked to skinny dip in the Potomac River each morning?  Well, now you do and after watching a paper doll version of John Adams execute a perfect swan dive into a charcoal rendering of the Potomac River, our comedians were quick to mention that you could “see his Star Spangled Banner bobbing in the breeze”.  Or some similarly awful patriotic pun that wasn’t truly a pun at all but a crime against humor everywhere.

It was spastic to witness, they threw facts out about our past presidents and allowed D-list celebrity impersonators to make wise ass remarks about them.  These are the type of people who you go completely out of your way to avoid in Wal Mart, lest they corner you by the adult diaper display and explain to you nine different ways to say “poop” because it’s HI-LAR-I-OUS!

Another thing that particularly irks me is that the show is called “I LOVE THE 1880s”.  And they’re just running wild through every decade and every century at random.  We heard about Washington’s false teeth, always a classic and timely reference.  We heard about Richard Nixon courting his wife.  Because, who doesn’t want to know how Satan found a bride?

They spoke of Presidents who wrestled.  And then gave us a gut-busting voice over by generic funny man #2 giving names to their surely fictitious finishing moves.  Lincoln had the “Emancipator”, Taft had the “Taftquake” and, well, I surely won’t ruin it for you.  History will be repeating this show for about 200 solid hours over the next two weeks.  You’ll have to schedule time out of your next suicide attempt to check it out for yourself.

At least you’ll have a good reason to go through with it this time.

Should you find yourself with time on your hands and a hankering for a hunka history, I suggest you avoid this show at all costs.  It’s less informative historically than an episode of Pawn Stars and it has 100% less Chumley.  Though I expect to see a guest appearance by at least one of the American Pickers and Larry the Cable Guy before this series is mercifully pulled from the rotation and buried in a crypt to be discovered in a thousand years by baffled archaeologists looking for a cure to Robot syphilis.

…crickets….

Oh it’s been quiet here at BellyBillboard for quite some time hasn’t it?  Well I have a good reason.

Life got in the way, and this is a hobby site for me.  I don’t get paid to do this, and as some of my commenters might say, GOOD YOU SUCK!  But anyways, I’ve been busy with work, and family and catastrophes of all sizes.

I’m hoping to be back here soon, with regular updates making life miserable for those of you on the internet who are unfortunate enough to discover my site.  In the meantime, hang in there baby.

Ok, 50 Shades of Grey is a very real, very disturbing thing.  I mean, it’s fine for women to be into whatever.  But this is a manual for getting the shit kicked out of you.  And I’m not on board with that.

To that end, I’ve penned a Dr. Seuss-style version of the novel (having never read it, I had to rely on reviews elsewhere for my info).  I hope you enjoy it.  I think it’s sweet and melodic and something you can read to your kids at bed time.  Without further ado, I present to you:

50shades1 50 Shades of Dr. Seuss: Dirty Nursery Rhyme for Kids!

50 Shades of Dr. Seuss

Anastasia went to college,

To college, She went.

To become a great journalist,

On success, was she bent.

 

She interviewed a man, Christian he was

Successful and wealthy and enjoyed a good buzz.

She wanted rough sex, you know S&M

But she didn’t quite know just how to ask him.

 

They had all their meetings real late at night,

For Christian was busy and a little uptght.

Anastasia dressed just like a slut,

And he couldn’t take his eyes off her lumpy little butt.

 

They met off and on many nights, maybe four

Till one day they could take it no more.

Christian chained her to the wall, let out a loud roar

And called her a dirty, filthy worthless, skankiferous whore.

 

He starts to push his body against her,

She gets to feel his rapidly swelling member.

He presses something into her gut

Is that a log , an elbow or his you-know-whatt?

 

She’s into bondage and spanking lots too

Christian is game, he’s never been a prude.

If she wants to get beat up? Then he won’t be rude.

A whooping she’ll get, I’m a generous dude!

 

They break out these toys of all shapes and all sizes

All colors, materials and she’s full of surprises.

They try them all and come to a halt

“Are you ready to try a Peruvian Somersalt?”

 

“A Peruvian what? Are you speaking in tongues?”

“I have no idea what the hell you want done!”

She pushes him to the floor, and spreads his legs out.

“Just wait for me here, I need a Roomba and a trout.”

 

With whips and with chains and with gobbleygook

They had sex, they made love in every cranny, every nook

The prodding and poking and stroking and moaning,

Left them both out of breath, except for some groaning.

 

When they were both spent,

She sat on his lap

“Ready to get after it again?”

And she gave his ball-bag a slap.

 

Winded and tired and full of self pity

Christian rose to the challenge, not one to just quitty.

He rolled her on over and straddled her pretty,

Then he hooked up the jumper cables to her left titty.

 

In a puddle of things more disgusting than not,

They rolled around in smegma, ball sweat and some snot.

He grabbed a shoehorn, a kerfluffle, a Krups

Then shoved them in her ass, while she yapped like a pup.

 

He drew back a fist, wrapped tight in his shirt

Leaving no marks, but making damn sure it hurt.

She howled with a scream and a seductive sweet smile

He hadn’t quite noticed, she was about to get wild.

 

Thrown to his back, on the floor with a splat

She squatted above him and on his chest, she just shat.

Using pointed high heels to puncture his sac

That’s when she reached for the car’s tire jack.

 

Christian was kinky, of that he was sure

But a hydraulic jack? What could that be used for?

He didn’t wonder long, she went right to work

With a slam and a bang, up his ass it did jerk.

 

With his ball bag on fire and his anus impacted

He screamed like a girl. How would YOU have reacted?

She giggled and smiled and laughed at his pain

“Sit back down you little bitch, I’m gonna make it rain!”

 

And rain it sure did, even though he was flaccid

The burning got started with some battery acid.

His nipples were gone and his pubic hair too

“Ready for more?, there’s three rounds not two!”

 

Crying and begging for this freak just to stop

She knocked out his teeth with a dirty old mop.

A broom in the room, was just within reach

A lesson to his scrotum, Mr. Clean did just teach.

 

Whackity Smack. Smackity Whack.

A beating, a clubbing an awful ker-shmack!

Smackity Whack! Whackity Smack!

“That bitch lost her mind, she just broke my back!”

 

Rough sex is a game, for others a horror.

But Soccer Moms, well, they all just to adore it.

Read 50 shades, and see what you think.

But I’m willing to bet, your Mom’s into kink.

bats 300x252 Ravens Fans Gonna Get Rabies Yall!

Bleh Bleh! Ve vant to suck your blood! Bleh, Hon!

Yes, finally.  The Baltimore Ravens and their obnoxious-ass fans will get what’s coming to them.  BATS have invaded M&T Stadium , well one bat but still, and they believe it might be carrying RABIES!

GOOD!  Bite Ray Lewis.  And Flacco, that dipshit.  Seriously, this could only be better if Jerry Jones new shrine to the Cowboys and Romo were to be invaded by Zombies or the Patriots had to fight off the Sharktopus.

This thrills me to no end.  Maybe attendance will drop?  No, sadly it won’t.  Most Baltimorons are high on Heroin anyways and if a bat were to bite them, it would not only get a contact high, but probably 15 different and distinct STD’s.

Still though…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

hitandmiss articleLarge 300x175 DirecTVs Hit & Miss Scarred Me For Life

I'd much prefer you shoving a gun in my face, thank you.

Last night, I was watching DirecTV’s Audience channel.  I was watching it because I watch the show, Damages.  I wanted to see Damages season premier and I did just that.  I saw it, and it was good.  They had a scene with titties and everything.

But then, they convinced me to stick around and keep watching for the series premier of a show they call “Hit & Miss”.  Hit & Miss  stars Chloë Sevigny as a transsexual contract killer who discovers she has a child with her former lover. She struggles between caring for her newfound family and maintaining her job as an assassin.

You read that right.  A Transsexual contract killer.  You see, in the opening few minutes, we see her gun a man down in cold blood, then return home to take a shower.  And so far, it’s ok.  She undresses, and we see boobs.  That’s good.  Always a good thing.  Then she takes off her granny panties and BOOM!  Floppy Wang!

This chick has a bigger dong than I do and it’s fake.  Holy jeeeeeezus.  I wasn’t expecting dong.  I mean, I’m not necessarily offended by it or anything, but warn a guy would you?  Here we have Chloe showing us her perky little boobs and I’m enjoying things.  Then all of a sudden, without warning and no good reason, BAM….DONG!

UGH….please please please don’t show me a surprise trouser snake.  Ever.  It’s just not the way decent people do things.

Yesterday I lost my shit about the new Pizza Hut P’Zolo sandwich imitator.  I neglected to show you the lack of fillings in the so-called sub.

So, to appease one guy over at Reddit.com, here you go.  The photo with the lack of fillings.  this is the Steak and Cheese version of the P’zolo, just so you understand.  It’s literally less than 1/2 inch thick, counting the bread.

fillings PZolo redux

There's like a shred of beef and two onions in there.

The P’Zolo is a P’iece of S’hit.  How about just the tiniest smidge of honesty in advertising hah?  Jeeeeeeezus.  I watched the commercials for this thing:

pzolo 300x124 Pizza Huts PZolo is a PZero

Looks so good!

Don’t those look tasty?  Just jam-packed with meat and fillings?  And for only $3.00?  Who WOULDN’T give Subway’s footlong the boot for one of these fresh baked pieces of heavenly artery clogger?  Well I did.  This is what I got in my order:

pzolo 1 300x168 Pizza Huts PZolo is a PZero

Shown actual size

I laid a dollar bill next to it to show you just how un-footlong-like it really is.  It’s barely longer than a single dollar, and tastes just about the same to be honest.  As for fillings?  Well, there was something inside of mine.  I got the Triple Meat Pizza style P’zolo, thinking it would be like a slightly less full P’zone.  Well it was absolutely less full.

This thing was 99% bread and 1% sausage and pepperoni.  I’m not sure I even got a third meat in this one, not that it would’ve mattered.  Holy shit, this was awful.  My poor wife opted for their Buffalo Chicken P’zolo, and she was less than enthused as well.

In summation, Pizza Hut, you can go straight to hell for selling me this lump of doughy shit instead of a delicious, meat-packed, fresh-baked Subway Substitute.  This is awful.  It’s like a prank Ashton Kutcher would film for MTV and then make into a half-hour show with pseudo celebrities.  Only this isn’t quite that sad.

Maybe if they had packed it with Viagra, it wouldn’t have been this limp, soggy piece of donkey spleen and would’ve had a little shape or character to it.  I’m not so naive that I expect what I order to look like the commercial version, but christ.  This was a cruel joke.  Somebody thought it’d be funny to take the leftovers out of the garbage and repackage it as something tasty.

I hope you rot in hell Pizza Hut.

work sucks tank 01 medium Working for a living just flat sucks.

Did you know there's writing on that tank top? I just figured out it.

Do you work for a living?  Sure you do, unless you’re one of those assholes who lives with his or her parents, sponging off of them like some kind of parasite.  And it’s hard having to earn enough money for your alcohol and drugs AND feed your family.  Believe me, I feel your pain.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t been updating the site more, it’s because I’m goddamned busy for the first time all year.  Being your own boss has certain advantages, like Pantsless Tuesdays, but it also has certain disadvantages, like having to work even when you’d rather be writing to a bunch of people on the internet.

I would be so much better suited to a life of leisure and luxury.  If only I could find a woman who had humongous bank accounts instead of humongous melons.  When the wife reads that, I’ll be in pain, but it’s worth it.

So I apologize for the lax attitude I’ve had lately towards the site and its updates, and as soon as things calm down I’ll be back to a daily update about something ridiculous.  For now, you’ll just have to bear with me while I make enough money to buy enough seed to plant the lower 40.

dump Bowel Movements are next to Godliness!

Oh! OH GOD YES! OHHHHH GOOOOOOD YES!!!! HOLY JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH…somebody light a match!

I’m not a spiritual man.  I don’t buy into religion, or at the very least, I don’t care for it all that much.  I’m not here to talk about that though, it’s too controversial of a subject for my pathetic little blog.

No, what I want to talk about is “Spiritual Experiences”.  I’ve heard from plenty of religious folks that they feel the “spirit’ move them or talk to them or it’s somehow changed their lives.  And it’s changed their outlook on life.  Or it’s something that’s helped them cope with life.  You know, a spiritual experience.

While I don’t subscribe to that way of thinking in particular, I believe I can relate.  You see, when I have an extremely satisfying bowel movement, I can liken that (in my mind anyhow) to a spiritual experience.  It’s cleansing.  It’s relieving and it’s something you wish would last longer somehow.  It’s just an all around GOOD feeling.

And honestly, isn’t that what we’re all looking for when the day comes to an end?  We just want to feel good.  That’s not asking so much in my opinion.  We want something in our day to make us feel GOOD.  Not quite orgasm good, but the next best thing.  Something that makes you feel relief, makes you feel clean inside and out.  And that’s what a REALLY good bowel movement does for me.

Oh, I get it.  This is blasphemous to some of our religious friends, and I’m sorry you feel that way.  I’m not sorry if you disagree, I’m just sorry that you disagree.  In my experience the two feelings are one in the same.  How’s that?  Well, I’m glad you asked.  Let’s do a little list, shall we?

Spiritual Experience Feels Like: A weight is lifted from your shoulders.

Bowel Movement Feels Like:  A weight is expelled from your bowels.

Spiritual Experience Feels Like:  Total, all encompassing bliss.

Bowel Movement Feels Like:  Total, all encompassing bliss, especially in your guts.

Spiritual Experience Feels Like:  You have the power and energy to do anything.

Bowel Movement Feels Like:  You have the power and energy to finish that 28oz. steak you were working on.

Spiritual Experience Feels Like:  You’ve been personally touched by the hands of god.

Bowel Movement Feels Like:  You just expelled demons from your body.

See?  I’m not wrong, unless you’re uptight.

Thursdays Suck and So Do I

sucktoblow 300x227 Thursdays Suck and So Do I

Thursdays alternate between suck and blow.

Wow, the last two weeks have been apeshit crazy for me.  I usually update the blog daily with my inane ramblings, but lately it’s all I can do to find the time to get nasty online.  There’s a reason for it though.

See, I own a small business.  ThatDecalGuy.com and by extension, Cornolina.com  I am also in charge of CapitolCitySports.com and a contributing writer for GetRealFootball.com  And on top of all that I am a married father of four boys.  Life is busy on a slow day.  Lately though, thanks to the game of Cornhole (don’t ask if you don’t already know) and Father’s day coming up, I’ve been slammed with work for Father’s Day orders.

I haven’t been able to write hardly anything for the sites and that makes me sad.  It makes me sad because I’m depriving at least 5 people of their daily dose of Gutmeister stupidity.  I promise to you 5 people that I will be back on top of things here soon.  I just have to earn this money to pay for the food to feed these kids that I somehow had with my wife.  When things settle down on that side of the coin, the rest will fall back into place.

Until that happens though, let me leave you with one thought.  Thursdays suck. They blow, really.  It’s like the old Spaceballs joke “She’s gone from suck to blow!”  If you don’t get that reference I don’t want to know you.