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Mar162011

An afternoon with Captain Flintheart

Captain Flintheart loves his music, movies, Star Wars, anything AIDs related, and of course his primary colors. What?

I spent some time during our hiatus hanging out with some of the Captain’s. We talked about life, the web site, sniffed a whole lot of paint, and took up some of each others hobbies. (Side note: the reason Captain Warbucks doesn’t post much any more because we were all shocked to learn that gay is his side hobby.)

On a blustery winter morning, I went over to Flintheart’s and he asked if I wanted to paint with him. Well, sure I said because painting is pretty cool. I’ve always had an appreciation for Bob Ross (you know, the guy on PBS with the huge fro), so I was down.

When we got his “studio” I was surprised to find the man had literally thousands of coloring books compiled and filed around the room based on the prevalence of the books primary colors. I was thrown, but what the fuck. The paint was kicking in so I went to work.

bobflintheart An afternoon with Captain Flintheart

Here’s the finished product. He was proud that he stayed within the lines so we were able to eat some cookies after this project was completed.

This whole experience explained a lot about our friend Captain Flintheart. I’m glad I walked a day in his shoes and learned of his passion for “painting.”



Mar142011

Libya you got problems? The Captains can help!

Dear Rebels of Libya and any other bat shit country that produces oil –

I like what you’re doing. You’re giving it back to the man that has oppressed you for so long and that’s damn amazing. I’m stoked you found a way to use Facebook to help your cause instead of just creeping on people you knew ten years ago too, kudos on that. I also think the groping of female reporters is not that big of an issue. Have they ever been to a punk show before? Gropage is a worldwide phenomenon that was not created by your glorious revolutions.

mommarsnuka Libya you got problems? The Captains can help!

One thing I’m not too keen on is the fact you’re fucking up our oil situation here in the states. We need oil and we need the price to stay low. We’re addicting to oil like Tyrone Biggins is addicted to his crack rocks – yeah, it’s that bad. I’m personally not a fan of paying out my ass to fill up my POS car so I can get to work, the bar, and other commonly visited places on a weekly basis.

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Mar12011

Random Thoughts of the Day

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Why did they select February to celebrate Black History Month? Did anyone realize that February is the shortest month of the year? Did they also realize that February is the coldest month of the year? If I was the man in charge of selecting what month to go with, I’d have gone with August.

Well whatever the reason, hope you had a happy Black History Month.



Feb112011

Faces of Rejected Bachelorettes

There’s a few things we like here at TCM – farts, boobs, butts, beer, and photos of somewhat-attractive-women-who-get-rejected-on-national-television. What?

Yes. That’s a web site dedicated to rejection faces from contestants on the bachelorette. Faces that look so scorned and hurt, but considering the source (a show that has 15 women vying for one complete douchebag bachelor the production company found milling around a Banana Republic deciding which canvas bag to purchase) look incredible and laughable:

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and…

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Ladies, if you’re looking for love, don’t go on the bachelor because the hurtful look you display when you are rejected will be enjoyed by many on this web site. Instead, go to a farmer’s market or a baseball game – your odds are better. Fuck, if you believe in odds, go to Las Vegas (or Atlantic City if you’re poor).

That’s the closest the Captain’s will get to doling out love advice even though the fake holiday of Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. We’ll continue with the bashing of douchebags till the end of days.



Jan272011

Yargov

Nine years ago when I was drinking/smoking my way through college, a bunch of buddies and I encountered a dilemma. You see we were all trying to get a suite, a housing arrangement that allows for 6 people to live in the same quarters, in the cool part of campus. It turned out because of our grades and combined low intelligence, this group was split up and put into other suites with strangers. One of my buddies more or less said “fuck this” and didn’t decide to come back to school.

gilbert Yargov

So, in August 2002 when we moved in we met this guy that resembled Gilbert Gottfried (voice of the parrot in Aladdin movies) who informed us that he was living in this room with with a buddy who was Quagmire reincarnated (except for his penchant for fat chicks). This guy seemed pretty tame, but in a matter of days once we gave him the nickname of Yargov he came out of his shell, big time.

Yargov is a man who wore the baggiest t-shirts and the tightest jeans. He used barber gel in his hair that made you think that you were in a barbershop – the one that you would tend to try to avoid once you walk into it and take a whiff. Yargov loved chess and Jack Daniels. A good Thursday night for him was getting hammered on Jack Daniels and Dr. Pepper and playing everyone in our suite in chess. He would talk unbelievable smack talk as he kicked our asses, one by one.

Yargov was 26 while we weren’t even old enough to drink. He decided to come back to school from Brooklyn so he could get a Zoology degree which would now enable him to understand animals as well as humans since he had an undergrad pysch degree. He would challenge people to ask him a question about an animal and he would tell them everything he knew about the animal and then some. He may have been a genius, but could come off as strange and a wacko to certain people.

His three best stories?
3. I once got hammered and pissed on him and rectified the situation by giving him my bed sheets. Not really funny for him, but it goes down as one of his best stories because that just doesn’t happen too much these days.
2. At a party, he showed his chicken heart to a buddy and his girlfriend.
1. On command, he sought out a fat chick and had sex with her. Not deserving of a #1 nod you say? Bull shit. I told him to “get drunk and fuck a fat chick” one night. Sure enough, the next morning I got a note under my door that said: “I fucked a fat chick. ~Yargov”

This guy is a character to the extreme and I hope you get that point. If NBC would sign him to a long-term deal, they may actually have interesting TV.

The reason I wrote this mock tribute to Yargov is because after years of having no contact with the guy, I learned that he writes a blog. His blog is pretty phenomenal. Check it out. It may change your life.


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Jan242011

What the **ck is Michael Jordan wearing?

Michael Jordan is quite possibly one of the greatest athletes and biggest assholes of our time – there is no disputing this. Just like there is no disputing that Michael Jordan wears some of the most bizarre getups known to man:

cM4Bd What the **ck is Michael Jordan wearing?

and here:

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For a man that rich, someone needs to step in and give him some style. Or, in the style of TCM, someone needs to document all these amazing outfits for all of us to laugh at. Oh wait, they did.

Thanks to Captain Fuerza for passing this along. The stinging of his hemorrhoids have subsided enough that he can now send emails on occasion.



Jan212011

NFL Playoff Predictions – Round 3

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands. Another gem from Dr. Dave:

Happy Friday everyone! It’s time for another rousing episode of “Dr. Dave doesn’t know shit about football”. Holy shit Jesus! You’d think that by sheer accident I could get one of these fuckers correct. It’s been a long week and I am not going to waste the time analyzing last week’s games. You either saw them or you didn’t and you certainly aren’t coming to TCM for in depth analysis of anything except maybe tits or some random article from Captain Yar about mythical monsters. I watch Monster Quest, Mystery Quest and Destination Truth religiously and I haven’t heard of half of those shit demons that he was talking about in that article. Although, I did crank one out to the picture of that vampire-bat-lady cunt thing.

Like I said, it has been a long week. For instance today I spend half of my afternoon trying to remove an object from a man’s asshole. For the life of me I have no idea how that man got a ¾ of a plunger handle in up his turd cutter, nor do I know why that other guy just stood there watching me try to get it out of him for an hour. I guess it was a public restroom though. Either way I didn’t spend six years in graduate school earning a Ph. D to remove shit covered plungers from strangers’ asses. But what am I supposed to do when I walk in and he is just standing there looking at me as if to say “Oops, I got a plunger in my ass”? He did buy me a nice lunch afterward, I just wish he didn’t insist on us sharing a big pile wings and that he washed his hands after the whole bathroom scene. So, I am going to keep this short this week. Besides, it doesn’t matter what I type the opposite will just come true anyway.

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Jan142011

NFL Playoff Predictions – Round 2

Well apparently Dr. Dave’s crystal ball is broken. Since he’s a doctor, I hope he can get that fixed. Here’s his ramblings for round 2, or “Big Boy week”, in the illustrious NFL playoffs:

Well I am just going to come right out and say it…I was wrong…wrong, wrong, wrong and wrong. Do you understand how hard it is to be wrong about all four games in the first round of the playoffs? I mean how the fuck does New Orleans lose to Seattle? I heard all the shit like “Well New Orleans has never won a road playoff game” and “Seattle was riled up about all the negative press”, but that is the kind of dog shit they always say about games like this. They do it because they have testicles like Barry Bonds following years of anally injected horse steroids and the backbone of Christopher Reeves (not the metal bar, the broken hunk of shit that had to get repaired so he could breathe and look humanoid) and cannot make the gutsy call. So they say shit like that so that they can say “I told you so” after the upset of the year. Of course the Saints have never won a road playoff game. Until last year, when they were the #1 seed and had home field advantage, they sucked and every playoff appearance they had was more accidental than the birth of Trig Palin. The bottom line is that the Saints blew this game, big time. I mean the Saints defense made Marshawn Lynch look like Barry Sanders out there! So if any one of those announcers can look you in the eye and say he predicted the Seahawks victory with a straight face fucking murder him because his an emotionless sociopath who has no moral compass and can lie without experiencing emotion. Seriously, you would be doing the world a favor because he is likely going to take out a bus full of school children just to “see if he can feel anything” and then get sent to some cushy psych hospital after copping an insanity plea. Or maybe he’ll just shave his head and shoot a nine year old girl, a judge and a congresswoman at a supermarket…too soon?

Now the next game I am going to take a little bit of credit for, because well, I need to get something positive out of this weekend. The Jets-Colts game was probably the best game of the weekend as I predicted. The Jets defense played very well and held Peyton Manning to only 16 points. And hell…Nick Folk even made a field goal. However, I’ll be up front and honest, I didn’t see any of this game except what was shown on SportsCenter because I caught a nasty virus this weekend and instead of watching this game I was in the bathroom with vomarrhea. What’s vomarrhea you ask? Well vomarrhea is when your body just completely gives up and says fuck it, you deal with it. So you go to the bathroom and a shit a stream of pure brown liquid out of your ass which is only interrupted by the occasional release of Kix-sized terds with the consistency of soggy Mini-Wheats. I am aware I made two cereal references there and I know the consistency because I play with my stool. I am a doctor, I am curious about these things. Also, this semi-viscous fluid that comes out of your intestines does so with such force you are required to wipe not only your raw, bloody rectum, but also both of your ass cheeks and your lower back (and one time neck). But it doesn’t end there friends, oh no. While this is happening you also have to vomit. Partly because of the smell, but partly because your body doesn’t know what to do with the bacon and cereal you ate for breakfast thinking that the body aches and nausea were just the signs of a common hangover. Wrong! So yeah, I was wrong. The Jets won.

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