Showing posts with label hulk hogan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hulk hogan. Show all posts

03 March, 2010

The... Mega Powers

This post has nothing to do with one of the biggest team-ups of 80's wrestlers ever... this is actually about the karaoke final that me and my friend have made it into. We are planning to go all out for this thing to try and win (because we can't sing for shit) and the point of the title for this post is that I started writing Mega Phones, and then decided to write, Mega Powers. So, that is to clear that up.

Anyway, like I said, we are planning to go all out for this competition. We've got costumes ordered; I have just received the two mega phones that I ordered so we can go out into the crowd and sing instead of standing on stage like you're supposed to for karaoke; and finally we have at least one of the two songs selected that we shall be doing.

I whipped something up in photoshop to illustrate what I believe the event will look like, as those are the costumes we're wearing, and it is the song we will be doing:


And yes, I do expect it to look at least this gay. I expect it to get a whole lot more gayer looking at some point. But really, how much more gayer can it get than Gumby and the Easter Bunny singing Y.M.C.A for a karaoke competition with mega-phones whilst also dressed like the Village People? 

I don't think it is physically possible to get any more gayer than that.

20 November, 2009

The... Hogan

So, if you've been about the internet today, chances are you would have come across a video from a press conference for a wrestling tour in Australia that Hulk Hogan is conducting. At the press conference, reality got blurred as so often it does when wrestling is involved, and shit happened.


Specifically, Ric Flair making fun of Hogan's recent divorce or near-divorce (not sure what has or hasn't happened there, and can't be fucked looking it up), and then Ric Flair laying the smackdown on Hogans balding ass and causing the eventual photo above.

Take that Hogan. That is what you get for going to a training session with the Sydney Cockfucks! I would rather watch Mr Nanny a few times back-to-back than go to a training session with those fuck cakes.