As far as i’m concerned there is no better car on this earth than the Ford Mustang. I have had the softest of soft spots for these rides since I was a child. Any year is a heart stopper for me, but if I had to pick my favorite it would be anywhere in the 60’s specifically from the beginning in 65 to 69. Ken Block, really driver and founder of DC Shoes has made, in conjunction with Monster, have made an absolute BEAST. 845hp being driven to all 4 wheels is something I have never seen in a Mustang before. This car is probably very far from street legal, but I would like it just so it can sit in my garage. I could do without the Monster branding, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Game of Thrones season four is coming to an end this Sunday, so we decided to look back and find our favorite season finale moments from television’s past.
The Sopranos Season 2 Finale “Funhouse” – Big Pussy’s Death
Although we saw it coming, the death of Sal “Big Pussy” Bonpensiero was still heartbreaking and violent. It was a stark reminder that there are rules to be followed in Tony Soprano’s world, and if you break those rules, best friend or not, you’ll sleep with the fishes. While friendship isn’t exactly a major theme in the Soprano’s, Tony’s crew relied on each other to survive in the cutthroat world of organized crime. As you might expect, Big Pussy wasn’t the first or last cog to fall during the Soprano’s run, but his death was one of the most important in the series.
Breaking Bad Season 4 Finale “Face Off” – The Death of Gus and the Rise of Heisenberg.
In one of Heisenberg’s most devious plans he turns his once nemesis, Hector Salamanca, into his interment of death but taking down the fried chicken king with a bell, a pipe bomb, and the element of surprise. When I was watching this episode unfold I had no idea that Gus would go this way. I had a feeling his days were numbered as Walter became more and more like the devil incarnate, but I had no idea he would go like this. The ultimate “fuck you” move has to be settling the score by taking your lifetime enemy down with you. And of course, who comes out on top? Walter White.
This weeks Monster Blog focuses around our favorite TV characters. But wait! There’s a twist. We pick someone who is currently on TV. Either in a new season of his or her show, or in between seasons. That means no Tony Soprano, no Walter White, no Corey Matthews, no Jerry Seinfeld, and no Michael Scott! Not so easy, is it? Without further adieu, here are our picks.
Ron Swanson, the uncrowned king of meat and scotch is my pick. Hailing from the hit comedy, Parks and Recreation, Ron delivers big laughs from tiny lines. A true American who hates Europe, Banks, and the internet, Ron Swanson embodies everything that is manly in this world. He fishes (not for food, but for sport), is a master wood worker (in real life as well), and can play saxophone with the best of em (Duke Silver makes the panties drop). While a softer side of Ron has been known to show through, especially for his new wife and coworker Leslie, Ron always stays stubborn as a mule and tough as nails.
I hope you’re noticing the facial hair theme here. Saul Berenson, a.k.a Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride, is the heart and soul of the hit show Homeland. In between scenes of Carrie crying and Dana sucking, Saul is the moral compass that keeps the CIA afloat after an incredible number of government shortcomings. Add in the fact that his beard is fantastic, he’s sharp as a samurai sword and he has the best one liners on the show (you are the smartest and the dumbest fucking person I’ve ever met), and you have my favorite character on television today.
Who are your favorite TV characters?
What would you eat for your last meal? Walk in the park right? WRONG. Some people may think they have a favorite food, but all that changes when you realize this will be the last thing you put in your flavor snout forever. Here are our picks, whats yours? Comment below!
When I eventually get arrested, and sentenced to death, for loving the Tampa Bay Buccaneers too much, i’m going to be eating like a king at my last meal. What do I have? Meatloaf, hands down. A delicious meatloaf made with extra ketchup and a ketchup sauce all over the top just seeping into the meaty goodness. Maybe I make a sandwich or maybe I have it plain. I don’t know, it’s my last meal, i’ll do what I want. Just so I am clear I’m not talking a couple slices either. I’m talking a big, fat, tender, juicy loaf. The whole loaf, and nothing but the loaf. This is your last meal, if your goal isn’t to eat like you’ve never ate before then you’re doing it wrong. My aim is to have a heart attack before they can jolt me.
I’m living my dream as a high school chemistry teach when out of nowhere I get diagnosed with cancer. My next logical step is to team up with one of my former students and start selling meth, partly because I’ve always felt undervalued and partly to keep food on the table for my family (my son has an insatiable appetite for breakfast foods). Things go surprisingly smoothly, unless you count the fact that I’m now murdering drug dealers and I’m constantly paranoid of being caught because my brother in law is a DEA agent. Things really go south when I shave my head and start wearing a fedora. Eventually I become a kingpin, but I still don’t feel I get the respect I deserve. After leaving the business, my brother in law finally realizes I’m the man he’s been searching for all along. Just as he’s about to arrest me however, my Nazi friends kill him and his underrated Spanish partner and steal almost all of my money. MY MONEY! Now that my family is in shambles, my sleazy lawyer hooks me up with a vacuum salesmen who puts me in the unofficial witness protection program. I’m content with living out the rest of my life in New Hampshire. As I’m ready to finally surrender, my two old college friends just happen to be on the TV and condemn me for entering the drug business, and strike my name from the annals of history. Not on my watch. I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS! I summon up the courage to get back to my hometown and take out the Nazi’s and my former student, who ratted me out to the feds. The police finally have me surrounded, but before I put my hands behind my head, I reach into my pocket and find the Ricin I had left there for a rainy day. Do I take it? No. I’ll wait for the beef stew in prison. I love beef stew.