Hello, My Name is Scrambled Eggs.....is the title of a book you've most likely never read, or consumed as a second grader and completely forgotten about (cop it for the holidays). The book has nothing to do with sports, Chicago, this post, or this picture -- but it will have to do in serving as my overly long and obtuse introduction to the ranks of the blogeratti. I hope to one day amass a readership in the low-to-mid single digits, and with a little bit of luck (and a lot of links like dis one), I don't see why that can't happen.


To give you a better idea of the literary style I'm striving for, I would describe it as one part THIS (how the hell did Todd McCullouch and his royally fucked up feetsies stumble their way into that photoshoot?) and two parts THAT.

Long story long, be prepared for much more of the following:

-- Obscure references about obscure athletes
-- Obsolete vernacular
-- Cock Shots
-- Hyperlinks (<---not a hyperlink)
-- Pussy jokes (<------very much a hyperlink)


Quote of the day: "Pussy ain't got no face."
Who I would like to randomly (and falsely) attribute the aforementioned quote to: This guy.


More posts, links, lulz, and needlessly articulate culminations to sentences to come.

- Tom