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Umm …


Hey hey Bronxers!
Listen … umm, if you just happen to run across, you know, a venomous Egyptian cobra or anything, the fine folks over at the Bronx Zoo would like a moment of your time.

I mean, like, you know, don’t worry or anything.
I’m sure it’s no big deal.
Probably happens all the time, right?

But, just in case you want to call America’s Most Wanted or plaster your neighborhood with ‘Missing’ posters or anything, it might be just the slightest bit useful to mention that Egyptian cobras aren’t even the teensiest bit afraid of us human types, can swim, and – as an added bonus — are often found in people’s homes!

UNWELCOME GUESTASTIC!!

But hey, don’t worry or anything.

Their venom is primarily neurotoxic, so if you do surprise the cuddly cobra hiding in your downstairs closet and it happens to attack you or anything, the worst that could possibly happen would be, you know, like, a total work stoppage by the old heart and lungs, resulting in, you know, like death and stuff.

But no biggie!

Zoo officials say they’re WAY confident Ol’ Coby’s 20 kinds of contained in a nonpublic, isolated area of the building.

Unless he’s, like, you know, not ‘n stuff.

Enjoy your day!

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March 28, 2011 at 1:29 pm 14 comments

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March 24, 2011 at 2:33 pm 5 comments

Way to go, Fatso!!


If this does’t make you want to freebase gravy and make sweet sweet love to a Hardee’s Bacon Double Thickburger, then I don’t know what will because Arizonian Kelly Gneiting is bringing the chunk and living the dream!

The three-time American sumo wrestling champion made history this weekend when he broke the Guinness World Record for Heaviest Person to Complete a Marathon.
::: in other news, there is an American sumo wrestling champion :::

Gneiting – who refers to himself the ‘Fat Man’ – weighed a whopping 1600 Quarter Pounders when he started the Los Angeles Marathon yesterday.

While we were all watching our Brackets go BUST (sidenote: F-U, ‘Cuse! 😦 ), the 40-year-old, six-foot flabmaster battled driving rains, sore feet and what I can only imagine was the most super-serious nipple ouch EVAR before he crossed the finish line in 9 hours, 48 minutes and 42 seconds – beating his 2008 record of 11:52:11 when he weighed a not-so-supersized 275 pounds.

After the race, a breathless Gneiting told the Los Angeles Times: ‘I’d like to see the Kenyan improve his marathon time by two hours.’

OOOOO BURN!!!

Dude is nothing short of a modern-day medical MIRACLE of moundish massiveness!
I love him!

‘Big people can do the imaginable.’

MOXIFIED MEATILICIOUSNESS!

StudCornmuffin’s gonna follow up his marathon mastery by hiking from the Dead Sea to Mount Everest and swimming the English Channel.

And, because I am now an admirer of the adipocerous athlete, I have just two words if he’s reading – You Tube!

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March 21, 2011 at 3:51 pm

Maybe it’s just me …


Maybe if it was called something other than a “Call 2 Fall” …
Maybe if it was just positioned slightly differently …
Maybe if it wasn’t sponsored by the gay-bashing Family Reasearch Council …

Maybe if all that were different then maybe my eyes wouldn’t automatically interpret that dude as being in the perfect position to perform some pretty impious yet positively pornographic oral on the Prime Mover himself.

But, hey, maybe it’s just me.

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March 18, 2011 at 6:28 pm 2 comments

Consistently Inconsistently Consistent


Because I didn’t inform you of my plans beforehand …
Because I didn’t seek your approval of my personal agenda …
Because I took just the smallest smidge of a break for Spring Training baseball with a VIP whose name I won’t mention but whose initials are D.A.D. 😉 …

Because I did that, I got this:

‘This seven-day-old Cookie is getting STALE!’
::: Hey! Careful with the caps there, chickie! :::

‘Come on it is getting to be quite some time!’
::: Want some cheese with that whine?! :::

‘I have needs darn it!’
::: OMG PPL – no pressure or anything!! :::

But, because I admit it was a fo-sho reality that pressing professionl matters last year necessitated compelled FORCED me to take a powder from this little digital masterpiece mess for a extensive string of consecutive calendar dates that resulted in this being the most consistently inconsistently consistent collection of blah blah lately, I guess I can understand the frustration.

Sort of.

A little.

If I get drunk and stand in my living room on one foot with my head cocked to the right while exhaling in short snaps through lips pursed into a little round O shape as I slap myself in the face.

Yeah.

I think if I do that I could maybe sort of  understand a little why anyone who’s read this rag wouldn’t bust out their best American Idol moves on Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus and look at that little break as the favor I could totally make it out to be if only I had the energy to continue The Cookie Cop Out Tour 2011!

But because I cant’ do that, I better be getting one of these:

‘Thank you, Cookie. You are, once again, Queen of the Known Universe. Ruler of Awesomeville. Keeper of Yay!’
::: What? Too much? :::

XOXO!

March 17, 2011 at 7:19 pm 3 comments

I usually don’t give one …


But, because I care — here you go:

March 10, 2011 at 4:24 pm 3 comments

#Winning


Charlie Sheen needs to put down the webcam, grab a Steno pad and take notes from THE MASTA!

Actually, we should all bow down before the greatness, The Glory, THE POWER that is Belinda Masta —–>

THE MASTA doesn’t need to be put in a ‘Korner’ or unleash decades worth of whackassery via lame rooftop machete rant to get her point across.

Hell no!

Because who needs silly props when you can kick it CUSPID-style!

Pissed off at:
A. Whoever did that shit to her hair
B. Snickers
C. The Man in the Moon
D. Her shoelaces
::: take your pick – I doubt there are really any wrong answers there :::

THE MASTA knew the only way to fly her freak flag as high as it could possibly go was to mix a few thousand gin and tonics with more than a dash of fucknuttery, tear a bunch of her own teeth out of her own head with her own bare hands and strip all 200 + pounds of her she-meat down to 100% pure naked before pelting random passers-by with rocks and calling them a bunch of words that all probably started with some variation of ‘Fuck’.

Otherwise, that’s just your average boring-ass mid-week name-calling and we’d all be asking ‘Where’s the win in that?!’

Take notes, Warlock!

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March 8, 2011 at 4:19 pm 2 comments

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