pass me the bullseye steak sauce please...that would go just lovely over this big pan fried entree of words that imma have to eat.

once again, i was wrong in my boxing forecast. peter lost. he just didnt work enough. maybe i was clouded over by this whole "he's ranked 3rd in the world". but now that i think of it, who's ranking that ranking? he's a good fighter, but he just didnt come through. as for sergio mora, the winner of the 7 round contender bout of last night, i tip my hat off to him. although i hate him and his unorthodox fighting technique, i cant deny that he's a good fighter.

fuck.

there sergio..go take your million dollars and build yourself an east l.a. mansion. you earned it...you latin snake (not to be confused with my one-eyed yogurt-spitting snake)!


[i was gonna post a pic of sergio mora the champion
but who wants to see his ugly mug when you can look at this delicious sight?]

[please dont hurt me brooke..actually, please hurt me]

p.s. did anyone catch my wife brooke burke de los reyes in the crowd last night?
after so many years, she still gets my juices flowing (literally...can't you hear the sounds of tsunami in my nether regions?)