Dude Goes Down Ski Jump On A Mountain Bike. Then It Gets Weird, With Richard Simmons Hugging Him And Talking Even More Unintelligibly Than Usual

Needs More Samba Music

The Official Chef Of The Borderline Blog For Boys

Pork and beans, and... I GOTTA SPAM -- WHAH!!!!!11!1!1!!

Gravity Is A Dangerous Servant And A Fearsome Master, But It Beats Pedaling

Weapons-Grade Slip And Slide

In Vail, Colorado.

Don't Be THAT Guy: Naval Division

This is how I go, when I go like this. When I go like this, this is how I go. After I'm done doing this, it's not happening anymore. But then when I do it again, it's being done. Wanna see it again? You know, the thing I do when I do that thing? You know, the boat thing.

Whoo. Dang.

The Isle Of Man "I'm Late For Work" Challenge

A Subaru? If he wins, maybe he'll be able to afford a real car.

They Don't Wear Helmets To Keep All The Intelligence In

Remember, Hipster Kids: Learning To Hold Your Breath Is An Important Skill, Especially If You're Going To Restrict Your Diet To Vegan Soy Pizza And PBRs

The Immutable Law Of Borderline Sociopathic Boy Humor: Everything Is Improved By Fart Noises

Stevie Riks

Lookin' For Lumps In All The Wrong Places

C'mon, Boys, Let Your Dad Play With Your Legos Today; It's Father's Day

You Can Tell It's New Zealand Because They're Upside Down And Falling Off The Earth

Farm Jam: "The Frew family built an amazing dirt bmx and motocross track complete with wonderland jump in their rural backyard in beautiful New Zealand. Every year riders from near and far travel here for a day of riding like no other."

(Thanks to all-around good guy Charles Schneider for sending that one along)

France Doesn't Surrender. S Words For 500, Alex

So, when do you suppose the last duel with swords was fought in France to avenge a slight? 1799? 1850? 1923?

Try: 1967. During some sort of parliamentary dustup, Rene Ribiere got called a name and was told to shut his let-them-eat-cakehole by Gaston Defferre, the mayor of Marseille. Ribiere demanded satisfaction. Swords! Deffere didn't demur. Rene got to thinking about it, perhaps, and offered to grind the edge off his sword, but Gaston wasn't having any of that. Gaston showed Rene that Marseille isn't Paris by a long shot, and sliced his challenger from the City of Lights a couple times to show him his bouche shouldn't write checks his epee can't cash.

I assume after 1967 everyone just got drunk and punched each other outside the men's pissoir, or put French toilet paper in the offender's bushes, which would likely kill them.

Why New York City Has Strict Gun Control Laws

Otherwise not one participant would have made it to the end without gunshot wounds.



The Broadway Bomb

The Ghost Of Edward Everett Horton Approves

Dudes. Sorry, The Lens Cap Was On. Could You Try It One More Time?

I Went To Cambridge, But All I Got Was This Crummy Sweatshirt

Le Mans Didn't Make Steve McQueen Popular. Steve McQueen Made Le Mans Popular

The 24 Hours of Le Mans

What It Was, Was (Florentine) Football

Florence Fight Club

Synchronized Swimming, Without The Prunefingers

Pretty soon we're never going to go outside.

Pull Over. License And Registration, Please. Uh, Yeah, I Guess A Birth Certificate Will Do

You Feed The Cat Dear; I'm Gonna Take The Raptor Out For A Glide

Sorry about the cornfield.

Do Not Break The IP Man's Vase. Makes Him Angry

It's The Sports Of Kings. The King Of Sports. The Manly Pastime. Sometimes Played Sober, Never Played Sedately. Wiffleball

What Sayest Thou Olaf? After Sacking Rome, Shall We Not Play Some Roundball?

Man Cave? Please. I Won't Settle For Less Than A Batman Cave

Fortress of solitude, right there.

The Borderline Boy Doesn't Read Comic Books To See Men Of Steel

The Borderline Sociopathic Boy Is Brave, But Is Afraid To Go To The Racetrack In Japan

World's Worst Waterskier, Or World's Greatest Camper? You Decide