Showing posts with label Wellington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wellington. Show all posts

Tialata's Revenge!!! (part deux)

Category: , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Not that you give a ish but. . .when we last left our fat, dark antihero, he had just discovered www.sexandthesushi.blogspot.com, and he was pissed. Like, hands around Richie McCaw's neck pissed. And he vowed to get those Sushi b!tches!!!

In Tialata's Revenge, part 2, you'll find a new format (avec music. . .feelin' kinda French at the moment for some odd reason) and that our fat, dark antihero has come up with a diabiolical plot to put ya girls in tha dirt!!!!

And now, w/o further ado about nothing. . .




copyright 2008. . .galaxyMafia
 

Tialata Candy. . .all off up in color this time, yo!!!

Category: , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia

Here's galaxyMafia's latest foolishness. . .
And for those of you wondering what the song is, it's "Sell Me Candy" by Rihanna. . .

Lyrics below should explain why I picked it. . .other than the fact that I know Ms. GD will instantly fear and loathe it even though she ain't up in Vegas. . .(RIP Hunter Thompson!!!!!)

Sell Me Candy lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sell me candy like it’s summer when it’s melting in my hands
I know you’re around like the ice cream man
I can hear you calling, whisper something in my ear
You seem like sugar, tell me what I wanna hear
I’m weak by your touch and when it’s melting on my lips
I run through my body when you lick my fingertips
You’re selling me a fantasy that I want to explore
It sounds so good it’s got me rotten to the core

[Bridge:]

Talk to me
Take care of my dreams
All I need
Is you beside me
It’s destiny
Just let it be
If words can speak
Then baby sell it to me

[Chorus:]
Sell me candy, sell me love, sell me heaven, sell me doves
What’s the charge? What’s the cost?
(I’m the daddy)… you the boss.

[Verse 2]
You could be a professional, boy you make a sale
I try to resist but every time I fail
The one temptation that I gotta endure
The running through my body now you’re knocking at my door
A thin little kiss and your call is really sweet
But the shawty that you’re rocking is nothing like me
You’re selling me a fantasy that I want to explore
It sounds so good it’s got me rocking through the core (you know…)

[Bridge]
Talk to me
Take care of my dreams
All I need
Is you beside me
It’s destiny
Just let it be
If words can speak
Then baby sell it to me

[Chorus]
Sell me candy, sell me love, sell me heaven, sell me doves
What’s the charge? What’s the cost?
(I’m the daddy)… you the boss.

[Verse 3]
I wanna play… more than you know
So don’t you leave… and don’t you go
I want it all… until time falls
His arms… I want to roam
I want to love… give him my trust
I want to live… for both of us
I want to breathe you… lay on your shoulder
I want to warm you… when nights get colder
I want love… love… loveI want love… love… love

[Bridge]
Talk to me
Take care of my dreams
All I need
Is you beside me
It’s destiny
Just let it be
If words can speak
Then baby sell it to me

[Chorus]
Sell me candy, sell me love, sell me heaven, sell me doves
What’s the charge? What’s the cost?
(I’m the daddy)… you the boss.

copyright 2008. . .galaxyMafia

 

C.R.U.S.H. on Neemia

Category: , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
. . .well, galaxyMafia was bored again, and decided to fool around with some footage of the mammoth prop. . .



copyright 2008. . .galaxyMafia
 

Portrait of the rugby superstar as an a$$hole. . .

Category: , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
galaxyMafia is sure you know by now that, after months of hemming and hawing, Jonah Lomu and his wife, Fiona, have finally stopped pretending that their marriage isn’t shot to hell, and have admitted, through their rep, that they’ve stuck a fork in their four-year union because it’s done.
The end of the Lomus’ marriage is no breaking news flash (but just in case you haven’t heard, you can read it for yo’self). Jonah Lomu’s actions of late have spoken louder than the “I-don’t-comment-on-my-personal-life” spiel he’s been spouting 24/7 on a continuous loop.

First, Lomu moved out of the Auckland mansion he shared with wife Fiona.
(Although, at a value of $1.35 million dollars, it would struggle to be listed as a two-bedroom house in California or New York. To call it a mansion in those upscale markets would be quite charitable but, galaxyMafia digresses. . .)

Second, Lomu got a new girlfriend.

It was pretty clear, then, that Lomu, who some say is the most recognized rugby star in the world (whatever the hell that means), had raised up outta that bitch. Literally, and, ahem, figuratively. . .

And that’s when Lomu’s shit really started to stink.

Thing is, galaxyMafia really doesn’t have a problem with Lomu moving on. Because that’s what n!ggas do. They break up with one girl, and quickly move to the next one, with no provocation or preamble. And, unfortunately, n!ggas often move on to the next chick even if they have not entirely, with clear and convincing undisputed evidence, extricated themselves from a previous relationship. Yes, that’s tacky and immature and unnecessary because it really don’t take all that but. . .that’s n!ggas for you.

What galaxyMafia has a problem with is Jonah Lomu’s choices.

Selfish, unsympathetic, pugnacious choices which have led him to behave like a seething, unrepentant heathen. . .

You see, Mr. Lomu, apparently without any shame or remorse, has begun a new relationship with the wife of another man. . .and Mr. Lomu himself is still married. . .

galaxyMafia must tell you that she doesn’t know Mr. Lomu personally. She doesn’t know what kind of man he is, and she is not privy to his side of this tacky, sad, ghetto story. But, galaxyMafia has to wonder what kind of man, who purports to be a role model for young athletes, would so blatantly violate and spit upon the sanctity of holy matrimony, what kind of guy would enter into an adulterous relationship with a casual shrug of his shoulders?

What the hell kind of person is Mr. Lomu. . .?

He turns his back on his wife, Fiona, and cheats on her, the woman who stuck by him when he was literally facing death. But for a kidney transplant, Mr. Lomu might be dead now. Does Mr. Lomu thank God for Fiona, who clearly took seriously the vows to love him “In sickness and in health”? Does Fiona’s loyalty to him during that crises mean shit to Lomu? Now that Mr. Lomu is well, are all bets off? Does he think he cheated death so he can do whatever the fuck he wants to whomever he wants? Does he really think he will not have to stand before the Lord and give account of his behavior? We will all have to do that, whether you believe it or not, and Mr. Lomu will not be excused because he’s some supposed rugby superstar.

But, galaxyMafia can’t, and won’t blame it all on Mr. Lomu. Cliché but true, it takes two to make a thing go right, and galaxyMafia must place blame on Jonah’s new girl, Nadene Quirk.

If you’ve read anything about Nadene, you know she’s a smart, successful, accomplished young woman. Indeed, the New Zealand government has even enlisted her to be a role model for young women. Nadene has her own business, she’s moderately attractive and lives an exciting life.

Ten months ago, she also became what many women would kill to be – a brand, spanking new bride. She and Jarek Goebel were married, took vows before God and their family. But, obviously, something went wrong. galaxyMafia doesn’t profess to know what went sour in Nadene’s and J’s relationship. As galaxyMafia said, there are so many sides to every story. Perhaps, Nadene and Jarek were unevenly yoked to begin with, so their relationship never would have worked. Or, maybe, Nadene and J felt pressured to get hitched. Maybe they just couldn’t get along, and couldn’t make it work.

Or, maybe, when Jonah Lomu stepped to Nadene, she saw it as an opportunity she just couldn’t pass up, J be damned.

Because galaxyMafia figures that if every little ‘Nesian boy dreams of growing up and being an All Black then every little New Zealand girl’s fantasy is to marry or date or screw an All Black.

Of course, Jonah Lomu isn’t an All Black. But he was. One of the very damn best. And Jarek Goebel. . .well, he’s not even on the Blues team yet. . .just a shadow player, and who knows if he’ll be picked for the team and well. . .

Kinda, sorta makes you see Nadene’s dilemma, huh?

On the one hand, there’s the rugby superstar. And on the other, there’s a guy who looks up to said superstar, who may or may not be a rugby superstar himself one day.
And with Lomu’s marriage to Fiona heading into the ditch, Nadene told J adios, cholo. . .and walked out on her marriage, seemingly with no regret.

galaxyMafia must admit, Jonah’s and Nadene’s selfish actions are repugnant but, even more than that, gM is discouraged by their behavior. . .

What was the purpose of throwing Fiona and J under the bus? What does it profit Jonah or Nadene to cheat on their respective spouses so unabashedly? Now, Fiona is devastated and embarrassed. J is simply gutted. Nadene’s hasty departure from the life they should have lived until death do them part shocked and destroyed him. And Jonah and Nadene, who are apparently looking for a new house, can’t really enjoy their new relationship because everywhere they go, some reporter is asking them about the circumstances surrounding their coupling. And what was that posturing with Jonah and Nadene showing up at a Blues practice? When J saw them there together, he was decimated. Why would they do that? So Jonah could show his ass and reveal just how much of a stupid Tongan n!gga he is? Why would Nadene go along with Jonah’s Neanderthal tomfoolery? Later, she admitted it was awkward. Really, bitch, ya think?

galaxyMafia can’t help but think that all of this could have been avoided if Jonah and Nadene had divorced their spouses, and then entered into a relationship. But, it seems to be a case of two selfish people who want what they want when they want it and damn everything else to hell. . .

Well, Jonah and Nadene. . .pray, pray that you don’t end up there yourselves.

copyright 2008. galaxyMafia
 

Silence Is Golden…Unless You Have Something To Say

Category: , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Today I was checking out Site Meter when I noticed an interesting development. Every few months The Sushi Girls™ receive an anonymous comment from a woman, presumably, somewhere in South Africa claiming to be the as yet unknown girlfriend/secret lover/significant other/piece of ass/ride or die bitch of the heavily tattooed Samoan winger and former Hurricane Lome Fa’atau.

Now as many of you know Mr. Fa’atau is currently linked to a woman named Rachel who, last I heard, left Wellington and the life she once knew to follow him to Scotland where it appears he has failed to make much of an impression on the good people of Glasgow as well as his team, The Glasgow Warriors. So you can understand our…interest…when Ms. Anonymous first popped up, telling us she knew the real deal about Lomz. We thought Ms. Anonymous would eventually come forward and send us a long and detailed email on all the finer points of their tawdry affair but such an email was never forthcoming.

No Dear Readers it seems Ms. Anonymous is content with sending us periodic comments hinting at what a fantastic cocksman Lome is and how foolish Rachel is for thinking she owns his heart…and his cock.

Well Ms. Anonymous I am here to tell you that we are not amused!

Listen girlfriend, if you insist on turning up like a bad penny every three months then so be it; we can’t stop you. But if you have something to say, which you obviously do because you keep coming back and commenting on the same posts over and over again, we’d appreciate you saying it or put us all out of our misery and just go away!

Won’t you try to see this from our point of view Dear Ms. Anonymous? Just say you know someone that every so often runs up to you and screams, oh I don’t know, something like, “I know where there’s a cache of Nazi gold!”

I can’t be 100% on this but I think your instinct might be to either ignore the person altogether (Because telling a complete stranger something so amazing seems almost as crazy as the Nazi who originally stole the gold) or to simply ask the screamer where the secret cache is (Still thinking they must be crazy of course but hey, you like adventure so whatev...). Now if after telling you this piece of news and having you do/say one of the things mentioned above, the screamer were to look around furtively then run away screaming never to return…until three months later screaming the exact same thing with the exact same furtive looks and running away and screaming…wouldn’t you find that odd and tremendously annoying?

Well that’s the place we are currently squatting in Ms. Anonymous! We love all our Dear Readers, even the annoying ones, but enough is enough! This affair with Mr. Fa’atau is wrecking havoc on your psyche and your refusal or inability to share the nasty details is testing our patience. So, as my Grandmother used to say, either piss or get off the pot Ms. Anonymous! Purge yourself of this awesome burden or stop screaming at us about Lome’s golden tongue! If we could reveal our sources they would tell you that we are excellent secret keepers so if it’s your identity you’re concerned about you really shouldn’t let that trouble you Ms. Anonymous. Also, neither Rachel nor Lome reads this blog so what the fuck right? I mean, if they did you’d be so busted anyway because you’ve already said in your comments that you’re a) blond, b) South African, and c) fucking Lome. If you’re still doing him that means that both he and Rachel are still blissfully unaware. What have you got to lose baby?

But if you’re still timid about revealing more information I will tell you how to get in contact with us AND keep your anonymity:

1. Get an anonymous email account (Hotmail, Yahoo! Mail, GMail, etc.)
2. Copy this email address – the_sushi_diaries@yahoo.com
3. Open your new email account and paste our email address into the “To:” section
4. In the body of the open email, pour out your little heart to The Sushi Girls™ (Including what city in South Africa you currently reside so we can match this against Site Meter and keep the wannabes away)

If after doing this you find yourself feeling frisky please include any and all photo evidence you might have of Lome Fa’atau in flagrante delicto as well as any photos of yourself because you may very well be blond and petite but you know good and damn well you don’t look a thing like Kate Hudson so don’t even go there girlfriend! I hope this helps and stay blessed!

Smooches,
Ms. GD

Update: Someone claiming to be Ms. Anonymous reared her delusional head but alas, she didn't write anything I was interested in reading (such as FACTS about her supposed relationship with Lome) and she didn't do it where I asked her to (In my email) so I deleted her comment and will continue to delete them until she buys a clue. Peddle your wares elsewhere Dear Ms. Anonymous. And oh yes...this is me being nice... - GD
 

Hurricanes crack. . .!!!!

Category: , , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Ladies. . .snort it, smoke it, inject it. . .whatever. . .just get this in ya system, yo!!!






copyright 2008. . .galaxyMafia is suddenly looking forward to Super fo-teen!!

 

The New Wellington Mafia. . .?

Category: , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
The Wellington Hurricanes have taking the plastic wrapping off four of their brand-spanking, shiny new players, and galaxyMafia can’t help but notice a wee bit o’ similarity betwixt this quartet and some of the well-worn veterans.

Consider this. . .(from left to right). . .



Hikawera (now that’s a damn mouthful) Elliott seems to have jacked Tialata’s blonde-streaked fauxhawk; Willie Ripia is doing his darnedest to perfect that Jerry Collins’ mean-mug hard-man glower; Zac Guildford looks like an irregular Shannon Paku; and Jacob Ellison seems like an inflated Tamati Ellison, which would make sense, seeing as how they’re related. . .wait, they are related, right? (galaxyMafia confesses she was too damn lazy to check!)



Anyhoo, time (on and off the pitch) will tell if these blokes will be “made” men but if they’re not into sexually dangerous threesomes, or slapping barmaids whilst in a drunken stupor, or drinking copious amounts of burbon – neat, mind you – or, gorging themselves on gargantuan amounts of corned beef and taro, then galaxyMafia should think that JC, et al., won’t have to worry about defending their turf.
copyright 2008. . .galaxyMafia
 

I love, I love, I love my calendar tighthead!!

Category: , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia


Well. . .I suppose the good folks down in Welly finally heard ya girls!
Had we not been saying these blokes needed a calendar? Well, now they have one. . .at least, the Wellington Hurricanes do. . .it’s called “Men of the Den” and it promises to show Hurricanes players in “a whole different light”. . .

Whatever the hell that means? Strobe light? Artificial light? Florescent light?

From the teaser pics on the official Hurricanes sight, just looks like your average garden variety photos lifted from Getty Images BUT, the calendar claims to be designed, developed and produced (who knew those boys could manage such lofty endeavors) by the players.

gM supposes it’s a good start BUT, until they get naked avec les bon hommes du Stade*, well, she ain’t sending her hard-earned US (currently underperforming) cash to Kiwi land!

Check it fo’ yoself!

*Sorry if I fcuked that up, Chou Chou

copyright 2007. . .galaxyMafia
 

POOR LITTLE RUGBY PLAYER

Category: , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia

Apparently, Ma’a Nonu is doing some good works.

The PTB down in Kiwi-land have decided to go on the offense and proactively provide an avenue to help young people cope with depression. galaxyMafia gives them kudos for addressing this problem, which is probably widespread. Who wouldn’t be depressed if they had to live on a little island in the Pacific with a huge problem of self-deluded isolationism? The fact that New Zealand actually exists on this planet is enough to make gM take to her bed but, she digresses. . .

Anyway, the website is www.thelowdown.co.nz and through testimonials from various famous folk – God forbid some teenager should seek help from his/her youth pastor or parent – it hopes to encourage kids to talk about their depression, yadda, yadda, yadda.

(personally, gM thinks this type of “celebrity altruism” is vainglorious and used as a platform for self-promotion for artists but the PTB need to be able to say, “Hey, we tried to help little Lelani!”)

Anyhoo, this may be of interest to you if you are 1) a depressed Kiwi teen or 2) foaming at the mouth over Ma’a Nonu, who was chosen as a “celeb” (and they use the term generously) to give the young folk some tips on fighting depression.

To his credit, Ma’a claims to have many family members who have been stricken with depression. His advice? “Spend time with your family members and friends. . .it’s important to be happy.”

The Nonu goes on to say he’s been though some tough times, playing rugby – getting fat, not getting picked for the RWC team, discovering eyeliner while recovering from a broken thumb, having women throw themselves at him for no other reason than he’s The Nonu and he plays rugby – and he encourages kids to “spend time with ya mates and ya close ones”. It is important, he claims, to “feel free to talk to someone you love”.

The Nonu says rugby is a “tough game” and admits there are times when the boys are “shy about being in trouble” – that is, when they don’t want you b!tches to know they cry in the dark in the fetal position. He says in the past he has tried to endure the crushing pain of depression alone, alas, that is not the answer.

“Dig deep,” The Nonu exhorts. “Because you have your own talents. . .”

As opposed to having someone else’s talents. . .?

Clearly, he was coached extensively and was probably given a cue card but, The Nonu pulled it off. galaxyMafia is not sure if his little Easter speech will keep some bloke from blowing his brains out – indeed, it just might have the opposite effect as watching The Nonu give advice might prove there really is no need to go on – but, he managed to pull it off, and look damn good doing it and at the end of the day, that’s all that matters anyway, right. . .?

Copyright 2007. . .galaxMafia’s tip for depression: Check out To’ofiga’s speech in Samoan!! If that don’t cheer you up then just kill yourself!
 

Caught Out There With The Sushi Girls™ – Episode 4

Category: , , , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Another week…another chance to spread the gossip! This week’s COT features an all Tongan cast of busters, er I mean characters, so because this is such a special event I’ve decided to sing a song (Those of you who've listened to our Rugby World Cup podcasts may recognize the tune) – It’s Tonga Time…It’s time for the Tongans…It’s Tonga Tiiiiiiiime…Oooooooooo weeeeelllllll! Don your manafau, dance the lakalaka and God save the King! Ooooohhhhhhh yeaaaaaaah! [That was for you gM!]

We know…you guess…

Blind Item One

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

You Know I’m No Good – Amy Winehouse

Confirmed – ‘Nesians, like men of color world wide, love themselves some white women and Tongans are no exception! Word on the street is that this player, who did such a fabulous job on Tonga’s World Cup squad, has a penchant for blondes and gold fillings (Yes I said “fillings”, like what you put in your teeth to fill a cavity). But of course rumor also has it that while he favors the fair, Caucasian sisters he still likes to keep it thugy with plenty of ride or die bitches, I assume of the white and ‘Nesian variety. But don’t despair, it’s also rumored that the brother knows his way around a vagina so if you’re ghetto, white and have gold fillings then you’re in like Flynn! I bet he must be losing his ever-loving mind in Japan. Not many natural blondes there but if anyone can find them it will definitely be our boy! Hmmm…wonder what his wife thinks about his um…hobby?

Blind Item Two

They call me the Superman lover, yeah
I said they call me the Superman lover, yeah
But somethings wrong
Something is wrong with me you see

Superman Lover – Johnny “Guitar” Watson

This brother was so deep undercover that our sources had a hard time finding any information on him but when they finally got some – boy howdy! – was it ever funny! Let me say first off that I never thought this guy was a virgin. I never thought any of these guys were virgins but there was just something about this tall, handsome Tongan that made me think he wouldn’t be quite the ginormous ho his peers seem to be. Now I haven’t gotten a full report yet but when I get more particulars like performance level and penis size I’ll be sure to pass those tidbits on to you my Dear Readers!

According to my source our mystery, 100% pure Tongan, paid an evening visit to a sweet young thang in Hamilton. Now visiting a willing partner at her home with the intent to fuck isn’t an unusual occurrence but visiting her at the home she shares with her flat mates with the intent to fuck…while the flat mates are still in the flat…is pretty damn bold and kind of skanky (for her and him) if ya ask me! Or maybe Ms GD is just old fashioned? Or maybe that’s how they roll in NZ? Anyway, action takes place and, I assume, both partners were fully satiated. On his way out the player in question made a monumental error in judgment when he decided to quip, again in front of his host’s flat mates – wait for it Dear Readers…

“You just got served.”

Who fuckin’ says that? Seriously people, WHO? Not even in jest would I proclaim such a thing to someone I’d just randomly fucked! Especially not in front of witnesses! Either this guy is supremely overconfident in his abilities or he’s just plan stupid! If it were the latter then he would be well advised to stay away from the spur of the moment witticisms because they only make you look dumber, particularly if you can’t even spell wit. Good Lord son, where is your dignity?

And In The News…

I’ve reached the conclusion that there has to be something, some sort of mystery pollutant, in the Hamilton air that makes rugby players act a damn fool. First Sione Lauaki got hemmed up for knockin’ folk upside the head then Sitiveni Sivivatu slapped the hell out of his wife and now Sosene "Broke Neck" Anesi is getting into altercations all up and down the street! Hmmm...something tells me there was a white woman involved. As the French say, Cherchez la femme!

Now granted, Mr. Anesi is only half Tongan, the other half being Samoan, but I say that just makes it worse! When you add the Tongan predilection for putting foot to ass to the Samoan superiority complex plus whatever magic spell is currently hovering over Hamilton, well I’m surprised Prime Minister Helen Clark hasn’t already called for a state of emergency!

And I know you’re saying, oh Glamour Diva you’re wrong for that, but I’m not the only one who’s noticed this. Auckland knows it too, which is why when Lauaki and Mils Muliaina started acting out they got their asses unceremoniously dumped in Hamilton! If Ali Williams hadn’t gotten his shit together when he did and Doug Howlett hadn’t been leaving for Ireland, I bet you they would have found themselves in Waikato like all the other rejects! I really do think there’s some sort of invisible containment field around that city ya’ll!

But then maybe these guys are just so bored (If the town is anything like the rugby union then who can blame them?) that the only thing they can think to do is start fights with family, friends and complete strangers? If that is indeed the case then I say God bless’em!

Correction - In the original edit Ms. GD erroneously stated that Sosene "Broke Neck" Anesi is half Tongan and half Samoan. Mr. Anesi is in fact 100% pure Samoan. It is Ben Atiga who is half and half! Ms. GD always gets these two confused but she stands by her original assertion that something is indeed rotten in Hamilton and that a Tongan-Samoan mix is still a potentially catastrophic concoction! Let's hope Mr. Atiga keeps his nose clean in Auckland or else he'll find himself sitting in a new post code...

Until next time Dear Readers!

Smooches,
Glamour Diva

Don't be shy Dear Readers! If you have any gossip on any rugby player by all means drop us an email on yahoo or Bebo and let us know. We don't discriminate, we'll take gossip on any player from any part of the world. Don't let the gossip die people!
 

Caught Out There With The Sushi Girls™ – Episode 3

Category: , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
This has been a banner week for rugby gossip Dear Readers! So many thrills, spills and chills I thought I might slip and break my hip if I didn’t keep my wits about me! In fact, it got so crazy I had to take to my bed! Okay so I was having a back spasm and was filled to the brim with ibuprofen and muscle relaxers but I really was shocked by some of the things I heard! So let’s start where we left off last week and tie up a few loose ends before we get to the super juicy parts. Shall we?

We know…you guess…

Blind Item One

Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude
Whenever he's around he dogs your mood
I know a guy like that, girl
He thinks he's god's gift to the world

Tramp – Salt N Pepa

So you’ll remember last week, in Blind Item Three, I told you about that poor, poor rugby beauty who is so badly used and abused by his hangers on? [Just smell the sarcasm people!] Well looks like he’s even more of an ass then previously thought. Is that shit even possible?!? Anyway, a few weeks ago this player, who henceforth shall be referred to as “Dumb Fuck”, received an email from a young fan stating how much the boy idolized him. Well the young pup waited for Dumb Fuck after one of his games and let’s just say Mean Joe Greene (See the famous commercial here) would not be happy with the outcome!

The little one’s papa was so incensed that he sent the email and a detailed breakdown of the diss to NZ’s national rugby program who in turn read it LIVE over the air. They then proceeded to apologize for Dumb Fuck’s bad behavior by saying he didn’t have time to talk to the lad because he had an interview to get to rapidement. Right. And I’m a very tall, thin, white woman with long, blond hair. So what became of all the kerfuffle? The little boy got a signed jersey from Dumb Fuck and Dumb Fuck was made to look like a saint in the media for a while. Yes that’s it Dear Readers. No fines. No forced community service. Not even a stern talking too! Just the same old shit on a different day. I swear if he weren’t so pretty I’d bust him in his eye! Seriously, just smack the dimples clean off his face! Sigh…

Blind Item Two

Now take a look at me
You see I’m feeling ire
You see I found my soul
And pulled it off the shelf
And I’m not going back
And bet that’s a fact
I’m going straight ahead
And I’m livin’ ‘til I’m dead
[Free Yourself] Yes you can now
[Free Yourself] Like I did
[Free Yourself] Be a man boy
Free Yourself

Free Yourself – The Untouchables

When I heard this next piece of tittle-tattle I was shocked but not in the way you might think. You see I love a good sex scandal but I love a good GAY sex scandal even more! And when it involves big, strapping, hot rugby players then well, I’m just fucking ecstatic! Come on! How often does this happen? Like, never right? But unfortunately this tidbit is missing the “hot” part. Oh he’s big and strapping Dear Readers just not what you’d call cute. Well, certainly not what I’d call cute! Bleeeeech! Anyway, sources say this embattled player is as well known for his frequent forays into Bisexuality – not that there’s anything wrong with that – as he is for taking frequent and plentiful “nips of courage”.

Now Ms. GD isn’t judging because as you know, I like girls just as much as he apparently likes boys (and booze) but the difference is that I’m not a closeted rugby player! No your girl came crashing out of the closet years ago and continues to resist all efforts to be shoved back in. But I understand that the world of sport, and indeed the world, is not as understanding as I am so, Player X if you’re reading this baby, I support you in all that you do and in all that you are! One day soon being bisexual and a rugby player won’t seem so oxymoronic and hopefully we’ll both still be alive to experience that day. Now if we can just keep you off the damn sauce…

Blind Item Three

Moonlight Lovin'
The stars will never tell
Of the rendezvous of me and you and you
Moonlight Lovin'
Is not a wishing well
But all of your fantasies come true
Ménage À Trois
Ménage À Trois
Ménage À Trois
It’s time to discover love’s generosity
Uninhibited lovers
Like one, two, three

Moonlight Lovin' (Ménage À Trois) – Isaac Hayes

You’ll remember in Episode 1 I told you about the mystery All Black who had compromising pictures of himself taken by a woman who joined him…and another women…in Christchurch for an evening of wild sex? Well that player is no longer a mystery and Rose, it ain’t who you thought it was. In fact it’s someone even better! Someone so much better that it makes that crazy 4 out of 10 rating that trainee extortionist gave him all the more unbelievable. And even more unbelievable is the fact that this guy would even have to advertise for women to have a threesome with in the first damn place! As I remarked to my source, there are women who would fight gladiator style in the Thunder Dome just for the chance to see his pee pee!

As galaxyMafia and I have screamed time and time again, he better be glad he doesn’t live in the United States because there would be a sex tape, photographs and affidavits from his last fifty sex partners as well as the whole world critiquing his performance and not just some small time hustler wannabe! How he dodged that bullet I’ll never know. Maybe he prayed that Francis Xavier would intercede on his behalf? I say he should have prayed to Mary of Edessa and his right hand before getting involved in all these sexual shenanigans in the first place! Or maybe his black jersey is made of a special Teflon/polyester blend? I think he should call the Archbishop of Wellington and get a re-up on his rosary just in case…

Bloody amateurs!

Until next time Dear Readers...

Smooches,
Glamour Diva
 

Separated at birth. . .????

Category: , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia

galaxyMafia was trolling Bebo (yes, she knows she needs a life) and came across a profile of a girl calling herself "Noyah". . .

This girl looked SO MUCH like like Neemia that gM could not help but surmise: "This girl must be Ney's sister!!"

WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The NOSE!!

The LIPS!!

The EYES!!!

Surely these two sprang from the head of the same Samoan!!





Check it closely. . .nose, lips (same shape) and eyes (again, same shape)












. . .and look, they both LOVE Dexter. . .













Noyah and Dexter

copyright 2007. . .galaxyMafia. . .needs to stay off Bebo!

 

. . .and somewhere, Ritchie McCaw smiled. . .

Category: , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Good GRAVY!!!

galaxyMafia is gone for eight (8) days and the (rugby) world has gone CRAZY!!!

Imagine her surprise when she came back (after spending time at camp with kids from my church AND having no Internet or newspaper access – which was kinda nice, actually) and found out that TIALATA had got stone cold knocked the fudge out!!!

The headline was disturbing. . .

WELLINGTON FLOORED AFTER NEWLAND’S PUNCH KOs ALL-BLACK TIALATA

I couldn’t believe it!

Not Tialata! Not the big, massive, mountainous tighthead/loosehead!! And yet, as you’ve probably already seen on YouTube, it was like, timber! and he fell like a Samoan palm tree!!

"This must," gM deduced, "have been a devious plot cooked up by that vengeful Richie McCaw (sorry, Rose. . .if you're still even reading)!"



Clint Newland - the Hawke's Bay
prop is being suspended 10
weeks for clockin' Tialata. But, if
it's any vindication (and galaxyMafia
suspects it isn't), folks on YouTube
are mighty proud of him for giving
Neemia a concussion!

Kinda looks like a henchman for
McCaw, don't he?










Neemia - at training the next
day after the punch. Check out
the hood pulled over the head,
obscuring most of the face.
Don't suppose the big prop is
feeling a wee bit like a candy
ass, eh. . .?











SPECIAL TREAT!!!
Watch Neemia hit tha' pitch!! (If you haven't already, that is. . .)



copyright 2007. . .galaxyMafia
 

Don't Let The Gossip Die People!




The Sushi Girls Need Your Help!

You love gossip and we love bringing it to you but we can’t do it alone! So we’re putting the call out to all our Dear Readers in New Zealand, Australia and Europe and asking you to help us make our blog, nay YOUR blog, better for you! We want to deputize a few hundred or so “Moles” to go out there, get the gossip and bring it in dead or alive for our new rugby themed celebrity gossip podcast – Caught Out There with The Sushi Girls! What’s in it for me you ask? Well other than our love and appreciation you get the thrill of calling out your favorite player and putting his business on blast all over the Internet!

We do have a few rules though and they are as follows:
  • When you send us the gossip, either through email of Skype, please include your real name and the real name of the player you’re reporting on. We won’t use your name but we need it just the same.
  • All gossip will be presented as Blind Items. We can’t use real names because that would be slander which is illegal in most countries.
  • If you have photographs we’ll use them but they must be your property! Taking personal photos from someone without their express consent is stealing and illegal in most countries.
  • And last but most importantly...we’d prefer your gossip be true or at least have the ring of truth about it. We understand if you have an axe to grind with a particular player but out and out lies, no matter how salacious and juicy, are just cruel and The Sushi Girls are honest…never cruel.
So what do you think Dear Readers? Are you up to the challenge? If you are then we can’t wait to hear from you!

Smooches,
Glamour Diva and galaxyMafia




Pics found here and here.
 

He’s "Jose" Gear And He Came To Rock!

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Who knew? WHO FUCKIN’ KNEW? Well I certainly didn’t, I mean, not until the beginning of this year’s Super 14! What a difference a year can make, I mean… REALLY PEOPLE!

Had I not been so mesmerized by The Nonu et al., I would have noticed all 6’2”, 225 lbs. of young Mr. Gear’s tackle breaking, try scoring, Haka leading, Tā moko sportin', erect nippled, washboard abs having, Maori hotness! JIMINY CRICKETS YA'LL!

And I’m not the only one losing my damn mind either. I was watching the Barclays Churchill Cup New Zealand Maori versus Ireland A game last week and almost fell out of my chair laughing at the commentators as they blew their expository wads all over Hosea! In an 80 minute game they made SIX references to his physique as well as throwing shade on his better known brother Rico (Who?).

But I ain’t mad atcha Irish commentators! After watching him lead the Haka, sans jersey, all I could think about (other than my fabulous, pre-masturbatory fantasy evolving Mr. Gear, his tongue and raspberry jam) was how I could be down with his Iwi! Can a sista in Texas get some play Jose?

Ooooooooo LAWD!

NZ Maori haka v Ireland A


Rediscovering Mr. Gear has certainly been my “salvation”…Hallelujah! – GD
 

Tialata done brought sexy back. . .!!!!

Category: , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia

Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh, Mr. Tialata. . .
All on swole!!!
The All Blacks "Diet Club" must be working 'cause you got ya shirt all off, showin' ya pecs and ya biceps and the progression of ya tattoo and ya nipples. . .
And. . .is that a bit of chest hair I see. . .??
Don't make me come to New Zealand, okaaaay!
copyright 2007. . .galaxyMafia thinks Mr. Tialata looks rather "Samoan" on this photo!!
 

THANKS LULARP!!!!!!!!!!! MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Category: , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Prof, Baby Boss, Under Boss and White Chocolate. . .thanks for your lovely birthday messages!! Prof, thanks for the card!!! Way cool, dude!!!

As a woman raised in the South, I was (rigorously) trained to send thank you notes, etc. and since I don't know your addresses (well, except yours U.B.) and I'm too lazy to go to the post office to buy stamps, I thought I'd thank you guys with the following video!!!

. . .Because y'all gave a rat's ass. . .

"Ma'agasm. . ." by galaxyMafia




copyright 2007. . .let's hope the WRU likes it as well!!!
 

Ambivalence is (still) bliss: “Thus saith Tialata. . .”

Category: , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia


“haha love how you girls talk about us and take the piss out of us boys on your web page...” – Neemia Tialata

That was the comment galaxyMafia found on the sexandthesushi Bebo page Friday night.

Initially, when galaxyMafia opened the email, she was a bit confused. The message said:

Chihiro

eat deezzzzzzz......! ntialata has added a comment to your profile.

The last time Mr. Tialata left a comment, the message was as follows:

Chihiro

Batman is back!!! . has added a comment to your profile.

Mr. Tialata’s Bebo name, as she had always known it (for the short time I’ve been lurking on Bebo, that it) was “Batman is back!!!” and galaxyMafia was familiar with his “Batman” identity. . .which she will do a post on for those of you who want to know why he was referring to himself as the Dark Knight. . .Mr. Tialata apparently now refers to himself as “Eat deezzzzzzz…..!”, for some reason. Perhaps galaxyMafia will ask him, perhaps not?

Anyhoo, initially, galaxyMafia thought the message from Mr. Tialata was “eat deezzzzzzz…..!”. That is to say, she assumed (incorrectly as it would turn out) that Mr. Tialata had responded to her with this juvenile, sophomoric, unoriginal and uninspired insult.

To wit, however, she was excited. She was thinking Mr. Tialata had truly gone there, telling her to, in effect, eat his nuts! Oh, she was getting ready for him. She had so many insults of her own lined up. It would be a character assignation to end all character assignations. She imagined a sad day in the All Blacks hotel Internet café when the boys discovered Ney in the corner in a fetal position after having read what galaxyMafia had written.

She planned to begin her missive as such. . .

“You flatulent, feculent, gelatinous fuck!! How dare you. . .”

Well, you guys get the picture. GM was gonna take Tialata’s ass to school. However, she calmed down a bit, called Glamour Diva, and discovered Tialata hadn’t insulted the Sushi Girls after all.

Quite the contrary, he loves us.

Hmmmm. . .

So, why is galaxyMafia not more excited? Isn’t this what she wanted? Adoration and respect from the rugby player who would be her baby daddy if not for a few inconsequential things like 5000 miles? Didn’t she want Tialata to see her blog and think it was funny? Didn’t she want him to be the kind of guy who could laugh at himself and understand satire?

Yes, to all of the above.

And yet, his message was a bit anticlimactic. First of all, it was tediously vague. He could have explained more, could have told us exactly what he liked, and which posts he’d read, etc.

Initially, Glamour Diva and I concluded he was just being a man, and men, as you know, don’t leave paragraphs of explanatory prose. But, then I remembered we’d received email from Jed “Jedi” Thian and the guys at the Rugby Fobcast and they all left great messages that were more than one sentence. . .

Although, technically, Tialata's comment may not be a sentence because the subject is missing.

“. . .love how you girls talk about us. . .” Who loves how we talk? Are we to assume it’s Neemia? How do we know someone else wasn’t “borrowing” his Bebo page to chat with friends or look at pictures that night? Yes, GM is reaching. . .

Anyway, once again, GM feels as though she is being ungrateful. After all, Neemia is communicating. He may not be saying anything interesting and exciting but, at least his grammar and usage is better than The Nonu’s and he figured out we’re girls so thank goodness for small favors, right?

That said, I left another comment inviting him and the boys to listen to our podcast. Who knows if he will, and if he does, who knows if he’ll comment. . .?

GalaxyMafia finds she is, unfortunately. . .still ambivalent!

copyright 2007. . .oh Mr. Tialata, if only you would stimulate my intellect!! Gimme a nice, slow, deep verbal thrust, mate!! *sigh*
 

Lovin’ That Pittsburgh Love!

Category: , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Well…well…well. Our little group is growing by leaps and bounds! Today Pittsburgh, tomorrow THE WORLD! [Insert maniacal laughter] Please join us in welcoming the newest member of LULARP (Ladies for the Unbridled Lust and Appreciation of Rugby Players) – The Professor!

Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 14:47:32 -0700
From: Adrienne
Subject: Love it! (with a Tialata sighting)
To: the_sushi_diaries@yahoo.com

Hello Ladies,

Just wanted to say that I love your blog and podcast. It is fabulous in ways beyond description. I just moved back after spending a year living in Wellington. NZ was unbelievable. I'm Black, Japanese, Cherokee and Scottish, and for once I was somewhere where people weren't asking me if I'm Hispanic.

I picked up a love of rugby...and the rugby men. Oh yes, I loved the men... The other great thing about Wellington is that you just run into rugby players when they're out and about. A girlfriend and I saw Ma'a (who another friend has informed is indeed a ladies' man and about as smart as a box of hair) at a bar the night before a game. He broke his wrist the next day. I also saw Jerry Collins at a bar/club late one night. He stepped on my foot. It hurt, but he had the decency to apologize.

A girlfriend and I even spotted Tialata at the mall one afternoon. He was at a jewelry shop with some little Pakeha (say "Pah-kay-ha") brunette. :) I can't say for certain if this was his partner or flavor of the day or what have you, but they were standing pretty close to each other, almost cuddling.

Anywho, I now I live in Pittsburgh, where I still have access to a few Nesians. Namely, Troy Palamalu from the Steelers. So, even though I occasionally miss New Zealand like nothing else, I still can get a small fix during the NFL season.

Keep spreading the word!

The Professor (The Lusty Wench formally known as Adrienne)


A gift from Adrienne ~ Members of the Samoan Sevens Team


Such an interesting, well educated and diverse group of women we have now! If only there were some way to get us all together… – The Sushi Girls
 

Ambivalence is bliss!!

Category: , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Well, Nelly Furtado might not want ambivalence but galaxyMafia certainly does.

Specifically, she does not want to get excited over comments left by a certain rugby player on the sexandthesushi Bebo page. (Go out to our Bebo page if you want to see the comment; I no longer have screen capture)

Wait, a cotton-pickin’ minute, you might say. . .? (Or, perhaps you no nothing of pickin’ cotton and would prefer to say ‘New York minute’. . .well, do what ya do). I thought you wanted this rugby player to respond to you, you might say? Didn’t you send him a lovely card (scented with ill-gotten body spray from Bath and Body Works) with a rather wry, ironic Oscar Wilde quote (which he obviously didn’t understand)? Didn’t you spend half the damn Super 14 podcasts picking on him ‘cause you really liked him? Didn’t you stand up for him on the RRT? Didn’t your heart skip a beat when The Nonu said he liked ya photo? Weren’t ya happy when Citizen X told you he was a good Christian boy? And aren’t you the one who can explain, with staggering clarity, why he would refer to himself as Batman. . .?

Yes, to all of the above.

And yet, galaxyMafia liked it better when he was ignoring her!

When she wanted this rugby player to take notice, he gave her the cosmic flip off. But now, when (much like that character in “The Last Unicorn”) galaxyMafia is bitter and jaded and making enemies at her job, this rugby player wants to tell her that her videos are awesome (which he spelled wrong, by the by)?

And yes, I know some of you may say I’m being ungrateful. Just be glad he responded at all, you might think. What’s all this fuss you’re making GM. . .? What’s all this sound and fury signifying nothing. . .?

Well, all I can say is, at least, Mr. Tialata, when you were ignoring me, you were consistent, and I found some comfort in that; I was content and at peace with your decision.

But tonight (or this morning depending on what time it was when you left the comment), you got a wild hair and decided to communicate with me for the first time, and who knows if we will have further communication.

Who knows if your communication with me was akin to Haley’s Comet, something that won’t happen again until I am long dead, and you are obscenely fat?

And that’s why I liked it better when you ignored me. . .because then I knew what to expect from you, and I had come to the point where I was okay with it. . .

Now, I don’t know what will happen. I left you another comment but will you respond? If you do, will there be another shift in my emotional alignment? And if you don’t, will I have to grin and bear it and go on with my life and pretend I’m okay with it?

Well, Mr. Tialata, know this and understand it. . .

YOU AND I WILL MEET ONE DAY. . .WE WILL NOT KNOW THE TIME, NOR THE PLACE BUT. . .HERE'S MY ADVICE. . .

THE BOTH OF US SHOULD GET READY. . .

Copyright 2007. . .galaxyMafia just wants to finish her book, get it published, and have it sell well so she can find a spot in some remote place and live out her life in quiet desperation!