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You Got Like Three Feet Of Air That Time

You Got Like Three Feet Of Air That Time

Man, his mom’s gonna be pissed. I’m sure there used to be a nice patch of something right where he’s riding. It took her years to grow that crabgrass; nevertheless, our Portuguese-spewing friends have the right idea. Horticulture can’t hold a candle to 150cc of rope swinging action.

Dressed in his finest gym shorts and flip flops the newest honorary borderline sociopath soldiers on in the fight against gravity. The only way he could get any cooler is if his pornstache was also riding a dirt bike.

[Many thanks to the indispensable Charles Schneider for sending this one along]

Like. A. BOSS

Like. A. BOSS


Marvelous. But a bit worrisome, though.

The man’s a BOSS. No question. But around a BOSS, it’s wise to exercise some caution. If this video is any indication, he doesn’t know how to turn the BOSS volume down during regular life. He has no regular life.

If you’re a maternity room nurse, you’re not going to hand this kind of BOSS a baby. He might spike it and do an end zone crazy-legs dance. He’d do it like a BOSS, but still. The guy at the car wash that tells everyone to pull forward better be en garde, I tell you what. Same thing at the Jiffy Lube. God help you if you’re directly in front or behind him at the self -checkout line at the supermarket. Look out for flying food.

And safe sex, for a guy like this? That just means you move the bed away from the wall so you don’t get a concussion.

[Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along]

The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys. The Blog For “Tom’s Friend”

The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys. The Blog For “Tom’s Friend”


Holy cow, Tom should just get a Vespa and get it over with. Maybe a wicker basket on the front to carry his terrier in. He should totally get those streamers that flutter from your handlebar grips. Maybe some baseball cards in his spokes.

And at the end, you know Tom’s New Friend is on her way to Tom’s Old Friend’s apartment.

The Isle Of Man Oh Man That’s Fast

The Isle Of Man Oh Man That’s Fast


Let’s face facts. If they didn’t have the coolest motorcycle race in the world, the Intertunnel wouldn’t pay much attention to the Isle of Man.

But we’re the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys, so we’re duty-bound to pay attention to someplace called “The Isle of Man”, aren’t we? It’s like a law or a rule or good manners or something. During race time, The Isle of Man is an isle of real men, holding on with all their might to a rocket with two wheels. The rest of the year is just the home of Manx housecats, I’m pretty sure.

It’s the most exhilarating race of any kind in the world.  And since the world is a wonderful place with cameras everywhere, we get to go along for the ride.