THE ULTIMATE FUCKING CHAMPIONSHIP. WITHOUT THE FUCKING.

AHHH. SO NOW YOU FEEL THE WRATH OF MY DOUBLE CLUTCHING RUG MUNCH HOLD!!!

Editor's Note: Though we've reviewed this site before, JUDGE ROY BEAN's become obsessed with it and so: Take fucking 2 of one man's obsession with battlin' bitches.

Beating ass and then taxing it; taxing ass and then beating it--whether you start moving from B to A or A to B we do all agree that the ultimates of human expression are covered thusly therein. Fucking and fighting are, in essence, the same base actions--namely a physical manifestation of the desire to conquer--hence the blueprint from which WE work.

Sex and violence are not at opposing ends of the spectrum--they exist at the apex of the circle; sitting side by side, holding hands, and smiling while the moralists of the world desperately attempt to disrupt their happy marriage and place them as enemies of one another when they are really inseparable lovers.

Every day, as our eyes and ears attend to others, we find ourselves sizing up all those that cross our path. Are they best served by the end of our dicks or the end of our fists? The answer is really dependent solely on gender, not on "love" or the propensity for. Though their stance, being that of the opposition, may not necessarily be a conscious one--pity aside--it is a necessary one, lest we face stagnation and, thus, death. Our nature is to conquer; it is that which drives us and it is that which cannot be ignored. Power is the primary nourishment of the human animal and what is best in life, as Conan himself knew, was submitting the opponent...by any means.

See, the tight-assed, big-tittied club whore in the skin-tight mini-skirt and lace stockings may not actively realize that her peacocking ways are more than feeding the innate desire to court our attention, but this does not change that, in the end, that which does not conquer HAS BEEN conquered simply by it's lack of conquering.

Well these hoes, and their peter-cheaters, will not stand for any of that nonsense. No sir...err...no ma'am! Yeah, no ma'am, we mean...whores.

Filthy, filthy fucking whores.

While we are sure that at least some of these women think that this coalesce of physical dominance and pro-active female sexual expression equates with feminist porn; we here at the Mack Ave. find it necessary to interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcasting to inform them that, indeed, we are smacking our balls purple against knuckles as we speak, and they fight.

Go on with yourselves ladies. If this is what it takes to keep our girls the fuck away from the View and Oprah and quit bitching about the $75 we rack up monthly on our cable bills ordering porn and MMA fights then so be it. We've been getting a bit sick of every woman we meet being a lesbian lately, or just hating our cocks and being tactful in relaying that to us, but nonetheless youse are fighting the good fight. The fight of the fuck. And we applaud you for that. With our cocks, of course.

And all is good and well in our world this eve, as we watch art school dropouts ground and pound fashion design school dropouts in the most literal sense.

Now, if we can just get you motherfuckers to buy something from us so that Sal can afford placing ill-advised bets on these matches...