BISP's Blog
A Punch-You-In-The-Face style of fitness news you can use. One shouldn't have thin skin, or mind the occassional f-bomb, otherwise, this blog has been called "very witty" and "informative."

Quick note to T-Dogg: a Frothy Girl has no resemblance to, or in no way is anything like a Rusty Trombone or a Dirty Sanchez.  Get your mind out of the gutter, fucking degenerate.  T-Dogg, by the way, is a buddy of mine who has the dirtiest looking porn-stashe I’ve ever seen, is about the size of an out-of-shape NFL [...]

If you want to be healthy, you better get the fuck out of here.  Out of Missouri anyway.  Settle down Kansans, you’re not exactly topping the charts either.  God damnit, I don’t sit here and say everybody is fat, nasty and stupid for nothing.  Shit, it doesn’t do a damn thing for my health.  In fact, I’ll be the first to admit [...]

This is one of my all time favorite photos.  And no, parents, that’s not my fucking van.  It belongs to the dude who coaches your son’s little league team, but doesn’t actually have a son on the team!  Oh quit being such a bunch of pussies, he’s totally legit! 
Anyhow, the point that I’m trying to [...]

Kansas City is a rough place to be during this time of year.  I don’t know of anyone who likes the fact that it’s dark at 5:24 p.m., and only getting darker until we hit December 21.  It can take a toll on a person’s health, and I’m not going to bullshit anyone and act [...]

Fuck you.  No offense to approximately one percent of you reading this, but to the other 99 percent, go fuck yourself.  You are a bunch of brain-dead, sloppy, degenerate shitbags, and I’m tired of sharing this city with you.   The shit’s not funny any more.   You’re disgusting, and as I get ready to turn 31 in 17 days, which is still young [...]

First, I want to give a shout out to the one faithful fucker who has logged on to this website nearly every day since last April; checking-in to see if the Boner had made his triumphant return, only to have his hopes and dreams smattered for the better part of the last six months.  Thanks dude, I’m not sure who you are, but it [...]

 I suck at returning phone calls.  Worst ever.  I know that, and I’m not proud of it, but really, I don’t like talking that much. 
One of my favorite dudes ever, on the other hand, doesn’t really fancy e-mailing or texting, and that doesn’t make for frequent updates between the two of us.  I’ll be a son [...]

I can’t say that I know a whole lot about this fellow, this legendary-pimp named Liberace, but I can certainly say that I’ve long been fascinated by his weird-ass.  To be honest, I didn’t even know what kind of music he played, only that I hated it.  His whole schtick always seemed a little bizarre to me, [...]

I bet all you little pussies just been sittin’ in your cubes, sportin’ a mini boner in them khakis that are way too tight, just waitin’ for the conclusion of what is ultimately going to be the platform for which I run for mayor on.  Yeah, unless I hear back from someone other than Steve Dave–who was the only one that [...]

Because this is one of the few times that I have actually had a real point to make, I am determined to finish it.  For those who have no idea what the hell I’m talking about, the column on the right was the beginning of a case I was making for the fact that our current piss-poor state [...]