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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

SOME SHIT I GOTTA SAY PLUS PART 3 OF THE SHEIK ON STERN

Hey, folks. I'm doing big things sitting at my desk in this glorified cubicle. If it means emailing suspecting people, looking at booty pictures when no one's around or listening to sports radio on the internet, please rest assured that I am doing all that I can to be as good at my job as anyone can possibly be at the kind of place that I work.



Props to Mani for putting this video up. It's from Adult Swim and the action figures are ready for action. Sheiky Baby apparently owns a convenience store and is selling fake passports, Playboys and beef jerky. I definitely agree that beef jerky is fucking awesome. Especially during a late Friday night.



Some faggot pranks Sheiky Baby by calling and pretending to be a news reporter asking for a word. All this while Ultimate Fighter is on the television. Also, he's some gay Brit or whatever, which makes this even more unappealing. I hate the way their voices sound. Their accents don't scare me, but mostly because I don't understand a word that they say. It appears Sheik is confused as well. Maybe he finds the prankster's accent even more offputting. In closing, I hate wrestling fans.

Oh shit. It's time for...PART 3 OF THE SHEIK ON HOWARD STERN!!!!!!

Sheik is talking about the embarassment of jerking off. Howard asks him if he can pay for his house. Sheik says he's behind, but the Killers of Comedy tour is helping him out. He says he's not rich, but he's also not poor, either. I plan on using the same excuse in 40 years when I've pissed all my money away. Sheik asserts that everybody thinks he is bad, including his jabronie agent. He says happy birthday to Eric Simms, but he says Eric tells everyone that he's a medicine man. Howard says that in the end, Sheik has to blame himself and accept responsibility.

Robin asks if it is a sin to drink or do drugs in his religion. He says he's not supposed to drink or eat pork, but he does now since he is in America and wants to be sociable. He agrees with Jews in that pigs are the dirtiest animal. He says that Jews eat lamb and sheep. Howard says Sheik got weak by doing drugs. Sheik seems hurt and says that he only did it to be sociable. "Macho Man" is on the phone and once Sheik is alerted, he already throws epithets around. Macho talks some shit about Sheik not fucking his wife, so Sheik tells him to go fuck himself and his wife. He is very angry here. Sheik threatened to show his ten inch cock, but he would not do it in front of Robin. Apparently, he was ready to pull his pants off.

A caller says that Howard is going to kill him and that Sheik is going to have a heart attack. He asks if they have any insurance. Sheik says he is in great shape. I don't know if that's true. Sheik rants about Macho Man not buying a hot dog for his wife.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Sheik talks about God, His Career and a special appearance by Keith Sweat

Damn, it's Monday already? I did stuff this weekend, like washing a few plates, my slow cooker which filled with maggots over a two-week period because I'm lazy and shit. There was like a whole crew of maggots, which is pretty nasty. They ended up getting killed with Pine Cleaner that I bought over 2 years ago when I actually thought that I'd be washing the floor of this place regularly. Anyways, that was fun.

Oh yeah, I went to the Brooklyn Book Festival, which was filled with a lot of uppity white people who knew a lot about books and poetry and shit. Mad lesbians, too. Not the hot ones, just the short haired ones that looked like Marcy D'arcy from Married with Children. Sheiky Baby knows. He could probably spot a gay from a mile away. But I got some free shit, like a couple of books and pens and a bookbag for my girlfriend's sister. I tried to take another one but the cunt with the cart filled of bags said it was only for kids. Give me a break, yo. Anyhow, I had fun or whatever. I didn't set up a table for Iron Sheik Youtube Review, but maybe next year.



Sheiky Baby talks about God and how Muslims and Christians share the same god. I don't know. I'm not a real big fan of religion. I guess it brings people together, but it's the cause of a lot of bullshit throughout the world. And it's not like the moderates go out of their way to really condemn the dickheads that take it too far. That's why someone's gotta behead that faggot Osama. 'Cause it's not like the Pakis, Afghanis, Saudis or whoever is hiding him is going to go out of their way to actually find him. If he never gets caught, then it puts yet another stamp on the Bush administration, but what do I know? I'm sitting here blogging before getting out of my house to go to work.



This is a shoot interview from back in 2000 for, I believe, Frank Goodman. Yes, another Jew making money off Our Hero. Sheik's very calm and relaxed, which is odd. If this is wrong, then that is unfortunate. Anyhow, Sheik talks a bit about his background. Nothing that I haven't heard before; he had a lot of honors in wrestling from winning a high school championship and an army championship. All praises due to Gholamreza Takhti and Imam-Ali Habibi. He came here because of Alan Rice from the Minnesota Wrestling Club. He takes credit for the United States Olympic team that he helped train. He got started in pro wrestling with Verne Gagne and Billy Robinson and trained with Flair, Brunzell, Patera and somebody else. And he brags for a long time about every title that he's won. I think he's always been nuts, but lately, it's gotten a little too sad for me. I'm hoping to watch and recap more of these videos. I promise nothing, however.



This is the IRON SHEIK YOUTUBE REVIEW OLD SCHOOL JAM OF THE WEEK: Keith Sweat's "Twisted". I love this song and video as I used to watch this on the old school rap show on public access. Much love to Bobby Simmons for reaching out to a stinky brown teenager like me during the weekdays when I used to slack off in high school and shit. Times were crazy, but I don't wanna live those days again. Anyhow, this song is fucking great and I don't care if you don't like black music, you Slayer-listening wrestling fan who hasn't showered in a month and has tied up crack-addled prostitutes in your closet.