Just bought a 1/2 grass-fed beef. Grass-fed
beef is much healthier than grain-fed beef
you get in the store. Gohere
to read more about it. It’s leaner, has
10-20% fewer calories, tastes better,
doesn’t have hormones or steroids and
doesn’t jack up your estrogen levels like
grain-fed beef does.
I found thislocal butcher
who sells grass-fed beef cheaper than
anywhere else I could find it, and I
couldn’t be happier with the results.
Here’s an anatomically correct photo (you
can click the photo for a larger version)
of what a cow looks like in my freezer:
I have done some crazy prop bets, but this
is definitely the most difficult prop bet I
have ever done. Had to eat two Thai peppers
(the bush has not been cultivated, so the
peppers are wild, which means they’re
smaller and hotter than regular Thai
Peppers), then not drink or eat anything
else for five minutes. Caught on camera for
your viewing pleasure:
Banu and I have been doing the Velocity
Diet since August 1. The results have been
pretty remarkable. We've been keeping a
thread going in the forums of the guy who
created the diet. You can find the thread
Velocity Diet Forum. In case you don't
know what the Velocity Diet is (most people
don't), you can read about it
I haven't reposted all the messages from
that thread because it's been fun to have
the conversation over there, and to have
Banu adding to the thread as well. However,
my results and pics from today are pretty
startling to me, so I thought I would post
Watching the Olympics today, and I'm just
wondering, WTF is up with volleyball?
What's with all the fucking hugs and ass
pats and high-fives?! Is pro volleyball
that fucking hard on your morale, that you
need all your teammates to come to your
fucking aid and pick you up out of the
dumps? I mean, what started this?
"Volleyball is hard and it hurts my
feelings! I need a hug!" and all the other
girls were like, "Me too! Come in for a
group hug, everybody!"
Could you imagine if they did this in
baseball? After every pitch?! "Strike!"
(everyone runs to the pitcher) "Hey, good
pitch man!" Ass pats. Group hug. Everyone
run back to their positions. "Ball!"
(everyone runs to the pitcher) "That's ok,
man! You can do this!" Ass pats. Team hug.
Time out! I mean, come on, volleyball
players! Why does this need to be a fucking
group therapy session for fragile little
flowers?! Can we just harden the fuck up
and play a little volleyball?