Comments on: Bells Power Rankings: 16-21

By: 1/2” Rubber Grommet

1/2” Rubber Grommet — Mon, 17 May 2010 11:16:55 +0000

Good post, thanks

By: Russ Torrano

Russ Torrano — Sat, 08 May 2010 18:40:42 +0000

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By: Masupik

Masupik — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 07:01:23 +0000

Great discussion. And I REALLY like that you practice what you preach. That’s when you can tell a post has come together.
And I’m also fascinated by how fresh you made the routine [admit it: what you just shared has been regurgitated millions of time. ;-)].
Ben Johnson said people don’t need taught as much as they need reminding.
Good work.

By: Occy's Mum

Occy's Mum — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 20:44:29 +0000

The answer was Kieth.

By: stu

stu — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 04:44:22 +0000

That’s sweet, Chris. I’m closer than you know.

By: Bob Dobb

Bob Dobb — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 04:20:31 +0000

Winkie, Twinkie.

There were no public health laws in Indo nite clubs. It would be like installing smoke detectors in Hell.

By: Blasphemy Rottmouth

Blasphemy Rottmouth — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 04:16:21 +0000

I am reminded of a story my daddy used to tell. It comes from an age long since past, but I think it is apt.

One day, a man named Chris Cote lit a cigarette and smoked it down to the filter in one breath. He silently thanked the cigarette company for being thoughtful enough about his health to include a filter to protect him. So he lit up another. This time he didn’t exhale the squeaky-clean filtered smoke, but just let it nestle in his lungs, filing his body with that good menthol flavor. Some more smokers knocked on his door and they came in and all started smoking along with him.

“How wonderful it is that we’re all smoking,” thought Chris.

Everyone smoked and smoked, and after they smoked, they all talked about smoking and how nice it was that they were all smokers - and then they smoked some more.

Smoke, smoke, smoke. They all sang “Smoke That Cigarette” and “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes.” Then the smokers smoked one more cigarette and left Mark alone in his easy chair, about to relax and enjoy a nice quiet smoke.

And then his lips fell off.

By: Mike

Mike — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 03:48:31 +0000

Mr Cote, stick to shilling product placement. Creepy “fantasy” scenario’s will blow your cover and a legion of parents will realize that the brand indocrination you peddle is fueled by deep sexual projection.

Barton won a title surfing well, not spectacularly. Consistency was the barrier destroyed by Slater.

Sponges soak up water and history records sinking ships collectively….. as in they should have known better. The ultimate price.

Kinda like placing a skate rail in the shorie with a moron attempting to ollie up with other morons holding onto it. Good TV if you could produce it. Or not.

By: Blasphemy Rottmouth

Blasphemy Rottmouth — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 03:35:35 +0000

That’s pretty good there Chris Cote.

I see myself walking into an Indonesian club after a long day of double overhead barrels. There I spy Chris Cote flopping around in the center of the dance floor trying to get his groove on with some chicks. Thankfully, I like to take advantage of this behavior and apply an ounce of prevention before I enter the club.

First, I microwave a few Twinkies, spritz them with Grey Goose, poke my thumb in one end and ring the hole with MAC lipstick. When I enter the club, I toss these “pigballs” into a dark corner. Chris Cote, unable to tell one soft, drunken hole from another, will zero in on them and be busy for hours. In nicer clubs, the bouncers will eject anyone found fucking a Twinkie and I’m in the clear. In skeezier clubs, pigballs are usually on the bar menu, which saves me some prep time.