Two midget wrestlers died after a drink-fuelled night with hookers. The pair were found in a hotel room on Monday in Mexico City, not far from the famous Arena Mexico wrestling venue. They were identified as brothers Alberto and Alejandro Jiménez, who were known in the ring as La Parkita and Espectrito Jr. Reports say the wrestlers, both aged 35, picked up two prostitutes and took them to a hotel room but, hours later, the women left alone. When a hotel worker went to clean the room they discovered the bodies of the wrestlers laying in the beds. Autopsies are being carried out but investigators believe the grapplers overdosed after taking a dose of eye drops combined with alcohol. In Mexico, it is a common crime for gangs of prostitutes to rob their clients after they pass out from ingesting tainted drinks. Authorities revealed the brothers did not have any trace of physical violence and that their belongings were missing from the scene. The prostitutes have since been taken in by police for questioning.

It’s reminiscent of something from the 1958 science-fiction film, “The Blob” – a beating, pulsating, mysterious, slimy mass that has grabbed widespread attention across the Internet.  And it’s growing and living in the sewer below Cameron Village in Raleigh.  Speculation on YouTube as to what it might be ranges from a marketing ploy to promote a new alien movie to undocumented life form to a sewer monster.

I know the counselor said we shouldn’t contact each other during our ‘cooling off’ period, but I couldn’t wait any more.

The day you left, I swore I’d never talk to you again, but that was just the wounded little boy in me talking.  Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact.  In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me.  I guess my pride needed that.  But now I see that my pride’s cost me a lot of things.  I’m tired of pretending I don’t miss you. I don’t care about looking bad anymore.  I don’t care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.  Maybe it’s time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. This is what my heart says: “There’s no one like you Connie.  I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they’re not you.  They’re not even close.”

Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me.  I don’t say this to hurt you, but to illustrate the depth of my desperation.  She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you.  I mean, just a perfect body.  Tits like you wouldn’t believe and an ass that just wouldn’t quit.  Every man’s dream, right?

As I lay on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, “look at the stuff we’ve made important in our lives.  It’s all so superficial.”  What does a perfect body mean?  Does it make her better in bed?  Well, in this case, yes, but you can see what I’m getting at.  Does it make her a better person?  Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie?  I doubt it.  And I’d never really thought of that before.  I don’t know, maybe I’m just growing up a little.

Later, when I’d tossed her about a half pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, “Why do I feel so drained and empty?”  It wasn’t just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.  Some nagging feeling of loss.  Why did it feel so incomplete?  And then it hit me.  It didn’t feel the same because you weren’t there to watch.  Do you know what I mean?  Nothing feels the same without you.  Jesus, Connie.  I’m just going crazy without you.  And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year?  Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna.  She said she figured I wasn’t eating right without a woman around.  I didn’t know what she meant until later, but that’s not the real story.  Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we’re banging away in our old bedroom.  And this tart’s a total monster in the sack.  She’s giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she’s not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us.  And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother’s old vanity.  So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves.  And it’s totally hot, but it makes me sad, too, because I can’t help thinking, “Why didn’t Connie ever put the mirror on the floor too?  We’ve had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy.”

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order.  I mean, Vicki’s just a kid and all, but she’s got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she’s been a real friend to me during this painful time.  She’s given me lots of good advice about you and women in general.  She’s pulling for us to get back together, Connie.  She really is.

So we’re doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times.  Here’s this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can think is how much she looked like you when you were 18.  And that just about makes me cry.  And then it turns out that Vicki’s really into the whole anal thing; that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us.  But do you see how even then, when I’m thrusting inside your baby sister’s cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?  It’s true, Connie.  In your heart, you must know it.  Don’t you think we could start over?  Just wipe all the grievances away and start fresh?  I think we can.  If you feel the same, please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?

Love,

Dan

Thanks to Icard for a heads up on this.

H/T to Deadspin.

Budden: You better worry about Ramon Sessions, diggin’ in your a**, pause.
Jennings: He’s not going to be here. [inaudible] That money is going to Charlie.
Budden: N****, Ramon Sessions is gonna be there.
Jennings: I doubt it.
Budden: They ain’t go no other guards.
Jennings: Ridnour.
Budden: N****, get that bum-a** n**** outta here.
Jennings: He’s going to be a backup.
Budden: To who?
Jennings: To who? Who else n****?

On what happened on draft night …

Budden: Who was hatin’ on you?
Jennings: Jay Bilas.
Budden: What happened? You ran in the draft late or some dumb s*** like a loser?
Jennings: No, I was at the hotel. This is what happened right. My agent is like “Well, we ain’t hear nothing .We ain’t have no guarantee.” So we makin’ phone calls and s*** and n***** is saying like “The workouts is great and everything and he’s the best point guard but we don’t know yet, we just don’t know.”
Budden: They didn’t say that about Rick Rubio, number one, and number two they didn’t say you the best point guard. They said your jump shot is shaky, you got some potential, but your work ethic is bull****. You averaged 3 points.
Jennings: You’re a liar. I know you’re lying now.
Budden: I’m just telling you what they said.
Jennings: That ain’t nothing but a college person.
Budden: Just tell me what happened. You end up running in the draft? I tunred it off after that.
Jennings: No, n****, I came out there and made my appearance n**** and I had the best appearance out of all them n******. And I was the best dressed, they said, by the way. I was the best dressed.

On whether he’ll start next season …

Budden: You think you gonna start for real though?
Jennings: I don’t know, actually, I really don’t know.
Budden: I heard that n**** Scott Skiles is an a**h***.
Jennings: That n**** tough, that n**** tough though. There must be a reason he liked me. There must be a reason.

On Ricky Rubio and the Knicks …

Budden: Let me know when Minnesota get there. So I can watch Rubio light your f****** a** up. I never seen a n**** hate on Rubio so much.
Jennings: [inaudible]
Budden: You know what’s funny? You’re the only guard in the draft talking s*** about Rubio.
Jennings: The other n***** are scared.
Budden: What are you going to do when Rubio comes to the Knicks?
Jennings: Rubio is not coming, they are not giving up Rubio. You got Jordan Hill, you happy with that?
Budden: I don’t really know enough about Jordan Hill to be happy … I’m happy with Toney Douglas.
Jennings: I know they were booing this n****.
Budden: What does that mean? They boo everybody n****.
Jennings: If it was Stpehen Curry, them n***** would’ve went crazy in there.
Budden: Shut the f*** up, you don’t even know nothing about New York basketball.
Jennings: F*** the Knicks, them n***** skipped out on me.
Budden: Oh man, you feel to the Knicks like I do about Jay-Z? [Laughs] Yo, the Knicks is your Jay-Z?
Jennings: F*** the Knicks, them n***** is always going to be weak.
Budden: This is where I f****** hang up on your f****** ass for talking stupid.
Jennings: Duhon ain’t gonna get it done.

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Date: 2009-05-20, 8:04PM MST

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