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Showing posts with label nesians. Show all posts

Caught Out There With The Sushi Girls™ – Episode 10

Category: , , , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
I really debated posting this information. Not because I give a damn about the subject of this really juicy gossip but because I didn’t want to get all our Dear Readers excited, thinking we were back to blogging…because we aren’t! No this is just some really good gossip that I simply had to share with you! Unless you’ve already heard it then never mind. But for all of you who don’t know…THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BIOTCHES!

How many times do I have to say

To get away-get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling
Cuz I do know what's good for me-
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
M'I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me
Get Gone - Fiona Apple

Are you ready? Okay…

Nonu got a baby ya’ll! Yes, THAT Nonu! No really, MA’A NONU of the 13-inch penis* and the 13-ounce brain** managed to get a woman pregnant! I know! I didn’t believe it when I read it either! But it’s so true! But wait, there’s more! The little bundle of sweetness and light is a BOY! God help him if he was born with his daddy’s eyebrows…but I digress…

But wait, there’s STILL more! The most shocking and inexplicable part of this whole sordid story is the incredible fact that the mother is NOT a white woman! No seriously yo! Not only is she not a white woman, she’s actually…get this…SAMOAN! To quote my source, who knew?! But more to the point, who would ever expect it? Lord knows the ‘Nesian brothas love themselves some white women! Unfortunately Nonu has already dumped her and moved on the next cum bucket…er, I mean Child of God. My guess is that he shut her down as soon as she told him she was in a gravid state! Which lead Ms. GD to postulate the following:

One day, nine months ago in Wellington, New Zealand in the parking lot of the local ghetto McDonald's at 9am on a Sunday morning just before church…

Unfortunate Samoan Lass: Hey Ma’a baby what’s up?
Nonu: [Ignores her and continues to talk to his boys about beer, sex, Hip Hop, sex, whiskey, sex, rugby, sex, corn beef and vodka…and sex]
USL: Ma’a please, I really need to talk to you!
Nonu: [Sighs heavily] What bitch!?
USL: I um, well you see Ma’a I um, well you remember two weeks ago when we were at your Mama’s house and I spent the night? You know, when she went to Auckland with your daddy and your brothers and your sisters and your nieces and your nephews and your cousins and your five play cousins and your Auntie Clarice who’s really not your Aunt but a family friend and…?
Nonu: Damn bitch is there a point in this shit?
USL: Well, um see we …
Nonu: Fucked! And?
USL: Okay yes but you said you didn’t have anymore condoms and I said I wasn’t on the pill and you said, “Well bitch I guess you better think positive thoughts ‘cause I’m ‘bout to nut” and…
Nonu: Bitch you fo real need to say what you wanna say! [Raises hand in classic pre-pimp slap formation]
USL: I’M PREGNANT!
Nonu: Bitch is this a muthafuckin hoaks?


Hey, you keep fucking you're bound to knock someone up, or get knocked up right? It was just a matter of time really. Soooooo – to totally misquote Beyoncé – He didn’t like it so he didn’t put a ring on it! [Everybody sing!] Wooohoh oh oh oh ohoh ah oh ohohoh!

Until next time Dear Readers!

Smooches,
Glamour Diva

P.S. Congratulations to Mils Muliaina and his thievin’ wife Haley! They are the proud parents of a bouncing baby something or other. Honestly I was too upset to give a good gotdamn! It’s over. Haley ain’t never leaving his tight, succulent little ass now! Sigh. Still no word on Tialata, Sally, Tialata’s trouser snake and the possibility of more ‘Nesian rugby babies. Sigh.

* That was for you gM! Luv ya!
**You see this is funny because the average human brain weighs about 3-pounds.

Don't be shy Dear Readers! If you have any gossip on any rugby player by all means drop us an email at rugbygossip@yahoo.com 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!
 

WTFH. . .?

Category: , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
galaxyMafia put this latest Tialata vid up on YouBoob, er Tube just a week ago and already close to 700 fools, ah, folks have looked at it. . .hmmmm? Usually, it takes a good six months to get that many hits for a vid of the fat, dark prop but, who knows, eh. . .? It's funny cause somebody only gave me 2 frickin' stars!!!!!!!!!

Anyhoo. . .here it is.
The song is "Feel like a woman" by MJ Blige



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

 

I Could Get With This Or I Could Get With That

Category: , , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
You can get with this, or you can get with that
You can get with this, or you can get with that
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at
 
The Choice Is Yours – Black Sheep

I’ve tried to find other amusements but I’ve come to the realization that the rugby will not be ignored! Whether I’m ready or not it is coming and all reports inform me that I’d better batten down my hatches and brace myself for the perfect storm that will take over my life for the next FOUR months!

I’m really torn with this thing but I don’t know if there is any real way to live with the two competing forces of continued ambivalence and genuine excitement. So cards on the table here, I’m stumped. I want to watch rugby and read/write about it and discuss it but at the same time I don’t want to spend so much time trying to churn out a quality product (podcasts, frequent and, hopefully, entertaining blog entries) if no one is listening/reading.

And yes Debalina et al., I know you read the blog but seriously, do you think it’s a good use of my time to do all this stuff just for you? As far as I can judge, by your comments and emails, there are only about five of you who regularly read/listen. Actually, most of you spend more time chatting with each other than with me which is hilarious in and of it self, because had it not been for me and galaxyMafia creating this thing many of you would never have known the others existed! Yes I know you think I’m being, to use GM’s favorite word, egomaniacal but once you’ve stopped cursing me and thought about it a little I’m sure you’ll see my point.

It’s not like I’m looking for pats on the back here it’s just that when I go out on Bebo, Facebook, MySpace, YouTube, etc. and I see all the back and forth between all our “Friends” and their “Friends” about rugby and everything else it honestly pisses me off a little bit! I ask you questions and try to engage you but to no avail! No one wants to be a part of “Our” community but you still want to reap the benefits of it? At this point, would you blame us for thinking our Dear Readers don’t really need The Sushi Girls™ anymore? Well we wouldn’t blame you if you said YES! Maybe this whole rugby fooliwang has run its course? Or maybe it’s just time to take it to the next level?

You know, last year I had this bright idea that The Sushi Girls™ could start our own sports tourism business specifically designed for female rugby lovers. I had dreams of SATS traveling all over the world with all the women we’d networked with, watching live games and generally acting like fools for fun and profit. But when I asked for information on how some of you became interested in rugby and what you like/dislike about the game all I got were bios from the same five ladies that ALWAYS respond (Thanks again LULARP, sorry I never did anything with the info). Even after asking Rose to post our request on her YouTube group no one bit. And I can only assume that word of mouth didn’t work either because no responses meant no feedback which meant no quantitative information for proposals to airlines, hotels and various rugby unions (Who aren’t stupid and have people who will tell them Rugby isn’t popular in the US.) asking for sponsorship! In plain English – the people who gotz the cash only give it to people they believe will bring them more cash and the only way they can make that decision is if this blog is poppin’ 24-7, 365! And while our viewership has jumped considerably over the last year it is still in no way “Cottage Industry” ready ya’ll.

So Dear Readers I have a choice. Do I stick with this through another thankless, frustrating, time stealing FOUR months or do I cosign with galaxyMafia and shut this shit down altogether, change the format to NFL only or be truly original and have an International Football (Rugby and American football) format? If I don’t get any support then the answer is hellz no! Look, I’m not trying to bully you into participating. I know there are tons of competing factors in why this blog isn’t more successful, many of which have to do with the supreme laziness if its owners, but I will reiterate Dear Readers that this is your blog too! Again, there is a certain amount of ego boosting that goes into this but truth be told, The Sushi Girls™ can and will continue to act a damn fool in private! That’s all this blog is really, just our private thoughts laid bare for you to judge at your leisure.

Having said that we still want you as our friends and Dear Readers but please, please, please show us some of that collaborative spirit women are so famous for by telling us what you think! Too many Polynesians? Too hard on your favorite Polynesian? Too hard on New Zealand? Too mean in general? Too Southern Hemisphere-centric? Too serious? Too Silly? We want to know so stop lurking and speak out! But just so you’ll know; if you want tons of entries about how sweet and nice your favorite player is you aren’t going to get that here. There are millions of fan sites dedicated to the veneration of Saint [Insert player name here] all over the web so your screams of disgust at how much we suck for calling out your guy will fall on deaf ears. Drunken antics, bad hair, illiteracy and fucking without a condom are classic, priceless examples of athletic fuckwitage and will always have a home here. Get over it or go elsewhere. Your inane comments will be sorely missed.

Now where was I? Oh yes…don’t buy into that patriarchal notion that sport is the domain of men! Don’t let the fear of being ridiculed by men, and hatin’ ass women alike, stop you from enjoying the three things you love most about sports – The sport it self, the hot men who play it and the thrill of watching and appreciating both at the same time! Don’t think for a moment that men watch women’s tennis because they think the ladies are phenomenal athletes ‘cause they ain’t. And don’t think you are somehow special and perfect because you keep your lusty thoughts to yourself because you ain’t. I may be overstating this a bit but that’s what I do so here goes: Enjoying the sight of a well built man is your birthright so accept that and let us help you on your journey of self-discovery. Remember, you can get with this, or you can get with that. I think you'll get with this, coz that is kinda whack! - GD

Sing it Xtina…
 

Should I Worry?

Category: , , , , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Please God, in the name of everything that is sacred and holy, keep these men healthy this Super 14!

Some fool on the Chiefs has already injured himself which is why newly drafted Tasesa Lavea will be starting at first-five when the Chiefs meet his old teammates - The Blues - at Eden Park.

Last season was so horrible for these guys! Players were breaking their necks off, breaking their feet off, breaking their legs and shoulders off and whatnot! Falling all out on the pitch, screaming and writhing in torturous pain as acid fire rained down from the heavens and the earth trembled and volcanoes erupted spitting molten lava and ash and...

Okay so maybe it wasn't quite that apocalyptic but as you may recall, that is if you listened to our podcasts (Which you didn't), I suspected (much to the chagrin of galaxyMafia) that the Chiefs, nay the entire city of Hamilton, had a major curse on it! Seriously, how else to explain the awesome bad luck that took hold of this team?

Let's hope all the praying and burnt offerings were heard and accepted by the gods of rugby 'cause with all the recently departed talent currently residing in Europe and all the old folks retiring, the Chiefs are gonna need all the spiritual/metaphysical help they can get! I'm not taking any chances though. I was saving this for when I moved back into my house but I think I'm gonna make myself a very special Chiefs doll formed from candle wax, spritz some holy water on it and burn sage over it just in damn case! - GD

Full story here
 

Leave Jerry Alone!!!

Category: , , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
FINALLY! Britney Spears isn't the only person getting love from peeps on the Internet! We got this message from "Anonymous" about how we are so wrong about JC and we suck and JC is the bomb and Rarotongan's and white people suck and blah blah blah! He/she left this comment under one of our Fun With Dieux Du Stade 2008 Calendar posts (?????) so we almost missed it. Maybe she/he was just so freakin' outraged that he/she was confused about where to actually leave the comment...after perusing a few other entries? I feel you "Anonymous", staring at hot, naked men makes us disoriented too. Anyway, enjoy this confusing rant and please try to overlook the grievous spelling and grammatical errors. Again, when you're so passionate about someone it's easy to forget the basic rules of English:

youz ass holes should just leave jc alone, hes done more for the island people then any other footie player over the last 8-10 years. Nz people who come to rarotonga can dish shit out but cant quite take it. Hes an islander we dont care if hes samoan, doubt you would ever see an allblack plaing touch rugby with a bunch of strangers or doing funtions and hospital visits for free. These complaints come from our PAPA'E friends not from the locals. JC doesnt bow down to middle class white people who come to our island and talk down to us.

JC thats why we like him because hes not a saint, and he looks after the majority not an ego booster for the minority.


locals forever.

Indeed "Anonymous"! We could make jokes about how white women must be different from white people in general because apparently JC doesn't mind "bowing down" to them but we won't. Besides, we have no way of knowing what class his baba mama, and all the other white women he's fucked, belongs to. But maybe he doesn't "bow down"? Maybe he plays the hyper-sexed, heathenish Islander to his advantage, cooning his way into their pants? You know white women are making strides in the sex tourism trade so it is possible. Ah well...

Smooches,
The Sushi Girls™
 

MASOE IN THE BAR GETTIN' TIPSY. . .

Category: , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Well, ol' Masoe was up in the bar showin' his ass. . .apparently, he was drunk and wanted another round but the barmaid refused him. . .which she was legally required to do so he wouldn't stumble out to his car, get behind the wheel and end up crashing into a van full of kids on their way to Bible study. . .yes, two a.m. Bible study!

Read this ish fo' yoself!


copyright 2007. . .well, Flo, gM has gotta let you know she feels ya! She's got a few cousins who can't hold they drank (or grog, if you prefer) either! HA HA!
 

The 12 Days of A Nesian Rugby Christmas

Category: , , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
A few weeks ago I was bored at work and decided to write this. I wanted to sing it with galaxyMafia and put it up on the blog for everyone to laugh at but that never came to pass (And you know why gM!) so here it is in its written form. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Like to hear it, here it go:

The 12 Days of A Nesian Rugby Christmas
Sung to the tune of "The 12 Days of Christmas"

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
a king sized can of corned beef.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Five first five eights,
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Six bad dye jobs,
Five first five eights,
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Seven white women,
Six bad dye jobs,
Five first five eights,
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eight All Blacks whining,
Seven white women,
Six bad dye jobs,
Five first five eights,
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Nine Tongans fighting,
Eight All Blacks whining,
Seven white women,
Six bad dye jobs,
Five first five eights,
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Ten cocky Samoans,
Nine Tongans fighting,
Eight All Blacks whining,
Seven white women,
Six bad dye jobs,
Five first five eights,
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eleven Fijians flying,
Ten cocky Samoans,
Nine Tongans fighting,
Eight All Blacks whining,
Seven white women,
Six bad dye jobs,
Five first five eights,
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Twelve sex scandals,
Eleven Fijians flying,
Ten cocky Samoans,
Nine Tongans fighting,
Eight All Blacks whining,
Seven white women,
Six bad dye jobs,
Five first five eights,
Four Ta Moko,
Three World Cup Dramas,
Two taro plants,
And a king sized can of corned beef!


Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Smooches,
Glamour Diva
 

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!
 

UPGRADE YA. . .LOME FA'ATAU

Category: , , , By Glamour Diva & galaxyMafia
Well. . .the 'Nesians are continually besotted with white women, and that's okay; as gM says, ". . .if they like it, I love it!" However, many of you have wondered, as good-looking as these blokes are, why can't they afford the luxury of a decent looking white woman. . .?

Never fear. . .galaxyMafia has decided to find the perfect white woman for our beloved 'Nesians and YOU can help. (If she doesn't get bored with this), every now and again, galaxyMafia will present "white woman" alternatives for the 'Nesian man, and hopefully, tha n!ggas will catch a clue. . .

Without further ado about nothing at all, we'll start with one of your faves, Mr. Lome Fa'atau. . .

Mr. Fa'atau, a proud Samoan born in Wellington, formely of the Wellington Lions/Hurricanes, now schlepping in Scotland, seems to be currently attached to a woman we'll call. . .let's see. . .RACHEL!

Rachel must have, as Ms. GD would say, "a trick pelvis" because how this ghostly, ghastly woman snagged Lome is beyond the scope of even the most ardent human comprehension.

Well, Lome. . .as Beyonce would say, "Part'na lemme upgrade ya!"

So. . .let us know who Lome should UPGRADE to. . .





LOME + CAMERON = LOMERON



LOME + JENNIFER = LENNIFER



LOME + KATE = LATE

copyright 2007. . .galaxyMafia. . .personally thinks he looks cutest with Kate. . .