Category Archives: Mutton Busting

Mutton (7/11/2010)

I apologize for my continued obsession with the sport of Mutton Busting—You’re just going to have to deal with it—these things must run their course…

Get on...

In the last 50 years, the population of the United States has more than doubled—it’s nice to see that someone’s getting laid I guess. Regardless, in an effort to cope with all of this perspiring humanity and the various sociological dilemmas that come with the territory, many people have adopted an overly cautious way of life.  Petrified to face the scrutiny of disapproving neighbors and community members, many of us are taking on a ‘safety first’ approach as opposed to the old-fashioned ‘trial and error’ methodology…

Parents especially are feeling the pressure to raise ‘the perfect kid‘ these days—however, It’s refreshing to see that some parents are aware of no such pressure…

Helmets are for pussies---Is she falling off or reaching for a pistol on the ground?

We’re assuming this next kid is currently on a porch somewhere, eating a puréed chicken dinner through a straw…

The finest helmet on earth wouldn't have saved this one...

In all seriousness—let’s hope that kid is OK…I’ll gladly chip in some of my own dough to help pay for his soccer registration fees once they pull his head out of that sheep’s curly ass…

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I Have Mutton To Say…

Mutton Busting (5-29-2010)

When little Johnny regained consciousness 3 days after the fall—and his ability to talk a fortnight after that—he inadvertently shanked himself while trying to insert a straw into a Capri-Sun…

Adding to the growing litany of recent injuries, he was air-lifted to the nearest hospital where he received one stitch and a CAT Scan from a physician who bore a striking resemblance to Abe Vigoda

Mutton – 4/7/2010

Boys become men in the ring...

In this week’s Mutton Busting installment, we take a look at a snaring image of a kid who has the potential to rewrite the handbook on cowboy-homosexuality…

Seriously, if this kid’s parents don’t sign him up for soccer—I’ll do it myself…

-s

Ain’t mutton but a thang…

The adventurous life of a cowboy often starts with Mutton Bustin’

-Unknown Drunk Mother

Since I’m a little nervous about tonight’s Bruin’s game , I thought it would be nice to take a quick look at my second favorite sport…I’ve learned that in order to lead a juicy & happy life, it’s imperative that you dedicate a few minutes each week to checking out some highlights from the Mutton Busting circuit…

  As a parent, if you can’t afford gymnastics lessons and your kid is too slow to learn the rules of chess—Mutton Busting could very well be a rewarding alternative…

Cheers,

-s

Father of the Year…

I’ve always liked Mexicans—and after seeing this photo I like them even more.  Clearly they are thinking outside of the box in terms of more fuel efficient means of transportation…

I remember feeling brave when my Dad removed the training wheels from my bike as a kid but after seeing this picture I realize that I was a pussy for having the training wheels on there to begin with.  When I was this kid’s age I was riding a Huffy and drinking juice-boxes—this little bastard looks like he’s about to rob a saloon.

Regardless, Mutton-Busting seems like a fantastic sport to get your kids involved in—let’s face it, soccer is boring and hockey is too expensive, it’s time for some alternatives…it’s time for your children to ride some mutton…