August 18, 2014 - August 24, 2014
Por esta foto destituyen a Paola Builes candidata a Miss Colombia ¿Qué opinan? pic.twitter.com/uSdgW0MXC6
— Juan Pablo (@JPCHE_pc) August 14, 2014
HuffPo – Paola Builes Aristizábal, 21, was named Miss Antioquia on Aug. 10, and that qualified her to compete for the Miss Colombia Crown, according to Bluradio.
But then the purportedly inflammatory pictures emerged, and pageant organizers decided they showed Aristizábal in underwear too racy for contestants to EVER be pictured wearing.
“Well I’m still in shock because of the decision,” Aristizábal told Bluradio. “I feel discriminated against because there are other candidates that are going to participate in the pageant in Cartagena that have photos in lingerie, they also have photos with tiny bathing suits, and they’re going to participate.”
This poor poor girl with way too many vowels in her last name. I’m shocked as all hell that Colombia cares about things like this given that practically every woman in their country was tits out for the boys every time they played in the World Cup. If your country is best known for mountains of cocaine and a type of murder in which you slit a man’s throat and pull his tongue through the hole, maybe you should ease up on your beauty pageant contestants stuffing their juicy South American naranjas in a frilly bustier. Priorities.
Paola’s got a bevy of quality pics on her Facebook but here are the best ones:
Her nips in that third photo must have been extremely potent. That fabric looks as thick as that old x-ray vest the dentist would put on you but there they are, standing proudly with Colombian pride. Definitely Miss Colombia worthy.
(photos via Facebook)
We’ve been to Lupos a few times and every single time it gets crazier and crazier
Providence, this is your chance to get Fucking wild, to get fucking crazy and Blackout!!! RIT, URI, Providence, JWU, Brown, we know you’re out there and we know you’re going to get wild. September 12th, Lupo’s Heartbreak Hotel, Barstool Blackout. You don’t want to miss this! Tickets on sale NOW!!!!
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So many smokes posted on the network every day it’s easy for some to get lost in the shuffle. Here’s making sure you didn’t miss any…
Bruna from FAU
Erin from ASU
McKenna from Loyola Marymount
Lyna from FAU (HARD 10)
Sydney from County College of Morris
Kristen from CS Northridge
Lexi from High Point
Brooklynne from Oklahoma
Alexandra from ASU
Air Force Coach Troy Calhoun In Hot Water For Telling His Players They’re Not Allowed To Get Injured
Yahoo – Air Force RB Devin Rushing injured an ankle on the Falcons’ second day of full-pads practice in August. He said he feared he had broken his ankle during an Oklahoma drill. Rushing said someone had grabbed his facemask and brought him down into another defender on the ground and his ankle got rolled up on. It wasn’t broken, however. The Colorado Springs Gazette said it was a Grade 2 sprain and he was back on the practice field after missing 10 days.
But he’s not on the field with his new number. He switched from No. 31 to No. 3 before the season and was told that he had to earn his jersey back.
“They took my jersey,” Rushing told the Gazette. “I talked to the equipment manager and he said my jersey is still in there with Rushing written on the back, but I’ve got to earn it back.”
Why? Air Force coach Troy Calhoun said he wants “tough, durable guys” on his team. Rushing was projected to be the Falcons’ starting tailback during the season and is now practicing with the second unit.
“I think at every position we’re going to have tough, durable guys,” Calhoun said. “If you aren’t, you’re going to get us beat. I think the other thing is you have a built-in alibi if you’re a guy who gets hurt easily. If you’re a guy who gets hurt easily, you need to find another activity where there’s not contact involved.”
Per the Gazette, injured players don’t simply wear red jerseys at practice either. At Friday’s scrimmage, players in red jerseys sat in the stands instead of on the sidelines. Rushing’s situation may not be that unique.
“They go to meetings,” Calhoun said. “I just think you either add to the chemistry or take from the chemistry. There’s no in between. If you’re a red jersey, I just don’t want anybody sucking the life out of everybody else who is working. Who is able to go out there even if they have an itch somewhere?”
Asked if he saw anything wrong with this policy, essentially excommunicating an injured player from the program until he heals, Calhoun offered only this: “I think a warrior wants to be in battle, and we want warriors.”
LOVE this hardo Air Force coach. An old fashioned 1960s hard nosed mean mugging football coach. A true throwback. Probably chain smokes cigarettes and constantly drinks from a flask on the sidelines during every practice, at least he does in my head. A guy who has completely shut himself off to everything that has happened in the past 2 decades, every social and cultural shift, every piece of media coverage, every new standard that coaches have had to adopt and follow. Just firmly stuck in the days where you could beat the shit out of your players and make them play hurt. Grade 2 ankle sprain? So basically what you’re telling me is your vagina is bleeding? Suit up and get the fuck back out on the field. Or don’t, and go take after school ceramics in the pottery wing. Up to you pussy. We need warriors who are ready to go to battle, not running backs with Grade 2 ankle sprains. Use your other ankle.
Katy’s been quiet since “Dark Horse,” nothing quiet about doing a song with Riff Raff though. I honestly kind of like the dude, I just can’t find a song of his that I can fuck with even a little.
Most women want a husband. Sure these days there are some über feminists who find value in themselves, don’t need a man blah blah whatever. The bottom line is most girls grow up at least wanting to be a beautiful bride or, at the very least, a pretty little princess with some Prince Charming to rescue them from monotony and lonely bean flicking for the rest of their lives.
Then there’s women who are so afraid of the cold embrace of death coming without having walked down the aisle and awkwardly done the “Funky Chicken” dance that their lives would be meaningless without it. The Twitter handle My Future Husband, which is run by two women and has over 26,000 I’m sure completely delightful followers, would be that extreme. Some of the more interesting tweets just from the last few days include:
Okay, not too bad. Every girl does this while quietly muttering to herself about “He’s not even that cute” or “She’s fat anyway, probably got knocked up. Whore.” I think most chicks would still be in.
There is NO WORLD in which a woman wants or should want that outside of the Brazilian scat porn equivalent of the Brazzers studios. In fact, if this were the case, I’d go so far as to declare it’d take some of the fun out of cutting one. It’s a violation of the social contract we have, like that episode of Seinfeld where George ran over the pigeons.
If there are any female Barstool readers out there right now — sup Kelly Hall how u livin — they should know that any man who would ever say this from you is far more likely to murder you in the shower while wearing a wig to look like his mother than he is to be the man of your dreams. That’s not poetic or romantic, that’s needy in a way that any rational woman would spit in the face of.
Isn’t this the equivalent of a guy demanding he be able to fuck his girlfriend whenever he wants? Pretty sure women have all agreed that’s sexual assault. This is a free nation, ma’am, and I’m not going to sit here and spend countless hours taking cuddle-rape showers because you can’t keep it in your emotional pants.
This one creeped me out, too. What crazy cat lady wants a guy to drop his possibly-swampy ass and sweaty balls on her feet to keep them warm? I’m not a fat dude at all but I still have 80 pounds on my girlfriend, I’m pretty sure that would qualify as domestic violence in most states. I like this guy Piyush running a little game on Twitter but the girls running this account better be careful. Piyush’ll stone a bitch if she walks alone at night with her “fog” in a heartbeat.
And I guess that explains why the future husband isn’t a present husband. I’ve been more than tolerant of female insanity once sex was on the table but to put up with it without the temporary release from life’s struggles of blowing a load in or around a girl? Get the fuck out of here with that shit.
Anyway feel free to go check the Twitter out yourselves and, if your girlfriend is following it, run for the hills leaving a you-sized hole in the wall accordingly.