
In high school, when a fight would happen, I was always that guy on the sideline egging the combatants on, while dutifully protecting my beautiful face from any wayward fist flying. It would seem not a lot has changed with me. (Still beautiful, still a virgin.) So when I caught wind of
Michael Ian Black picking a fight with
Tucker Max, I got so excited that I put down the dried floral arrangement I was building and vomited several times in a bush. The promise of fisticuffs will do that to a man.
It started with Black wanting to promote his new
book. Max's book holds the top spot on Amazon's humor category and Black was ready to pounce. It spiraled into blog produced name calling, and the scene has been set for an all-out war. Stay tuned to both of their blogs to see how things turn out. If you need me, I'll be the one holding the coats and making sure the cops don't show up.
(Via GorillaMask)
Make a list of "The People Most Likely to Lose a Fistfight", and put Tucker Max at the top of that list! I think my 7 year old could probably kick his ass. I mean that in the nicest way, of course.
No worries. Max's redemption?: He'll just get shitfaced, have sex with Mike's mother, sister, editor, and cat - then write something incredibly funny about the orgy where vomit isn't ruled out as a suitable lubricant.
Looking forward to his next tasteless installment. Please keep us posted!
Guess the feud with David Sedaris didn't work out.
What the hell, I need the readers, I'll fight either of these daffodils.
Both of 'em, if they want. On VH1. Live.
I await the call.
No mercy Johnny. No mercy.
PUT 'EM IN A BODY BAG!!!
Sweep the leg,
Johnny Lawrence
Cobra Kai Class of 1984
Have them sign some paperwork so you can now where to send the bodies.
I'll be the dude laughing maniacally when I repeat the phrase 'PUT 'EM IN A BODY BAG!!!'
Good eye btw.
You're not gonna slip that one past the goalie, E.
My inner pop-culture-idiot-savant is always on the lookout for a solid Karate Kid reference.
FINISH HIM!