The first season of HBO’s latest series, True Blood, came to an end last night and, as expected, left more questions than answers.

Spoilers after the jump.

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Don’t say we didn’t ever help you get your week started right. Now with more douchebags! Thanks to Jordan for this. I think.

Friday is finally here during State-UNC week.  Some Carolina students painted the free expression tunnel at State fairy blue earlier this week.  Earlier today, NC State students took revenge, splashing a UNC sign red.  I’m sure our astute readers will point out that that anyone is allowed to paint the free expression tunnel, what the State students did was vandalism.  Maybe so, but eff Carolina.

While Alaska Governor Sarah Palin discusses life after the election with an Anchorage news team, the guy behind her is preparing a few turkeys for Thanksgiving. It’s pretty awesome.

Video from KTUU Anchorage.

Thanks Mac

It’s gross in Raleigh today.  Cold, rainy, snow flurries.  Hey, that reminds me of a song.  Now if only I could find that song and incorporate the boobies that have been requested as an addition to the standard Fixx.  Oh, but I can.  Surely you’re all familiar with Tony Rice and Peter Rowan.  But maybe you don’t know about my lady friends Sharon Gilchrist and Bryn Davies.  You’re welcome.

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In case you haven’t seen Brahsome this week, there’s a little football game Saturday that means something to most of us around here. In WRAL’s piece on the upcoming State-UNC@CH game, Carolina defensive back, Cooter Arnold (prabssweetnameprabs), looks like he’s just a little bitter about getting shunned by the Wolfpack coming out of high school. Early in the piece he says that it’s like a “Championship game” for State, but later says at Carolina he’s going to everything he can to beat State each year. Are you sure whose Championship game it is there, Pussy Cooter?

We were going to photoshop every single award winner with a television star. Unfortunately, Brinson is lazy as mess. But that’s part of artistic brilliance we suppose. Fortunately, he was able to limp out a pretty sweet pic of award winners Geo Soto and Evan Longoria.

Francisco Santos Calderón, the vice-president of Colombia, recently released some information that he hopes will enlighten users about the impact their white bags are having on the environment, taking a unique approach to curb the use of cocaine in high society.

According to Calderón, every time you and your boys grab a couple of grams to go party with a hand full of 22 year-old babygirls, or buy an 8-ball and spend 4 hours arguing about whether or not the Talking Heads was the best band of all time then attempt to pay hookers with patio furniture, you’re slowly killing the rainforests and the Colombian government would like you to stop.

“These people, who have good jobs and drive a hybrid car or cycle to work because they care about the environment, may go to party and do some lines of coke and they are thinking it is no problem,” Francisco Santos told The Associated Press Tuesday. “They are absolutely unaware of the ecological impact of their drug taking and we want to change that.”

Calderón and his staff, all of whom will probably be brutally assassinated by an angry drug cartel for their fight against cocaine use, estimate that each gram of cocaine purchased required about 4.8 acres of rainforest to be produced, with about 5.44 million acres having been destroyed for the production of coca over the last two decades. Hay dios mio.

“Cocaine is seen as the champagne of drugs and people who would not take heroin or amphetamines take cocaine and say there are no victims, but there are,” Santos said. “We want to show them destroyed rain forests, wasted land. Maybe if they don’t care about their own brains they care about this.”

So, to all the liberal, tree-hugging casual cocaine users out there, here’s your chance to make a difference. Buy organic. Recycle your bottles of your microbrew. Choose Paper not plastic. If it’s yellow let it mellow. Snort Meth not Coke.

GnR defined the collective Brahsome childhood.  Really, has there been a song written in the last 17 years that gets you more fired up than Welcome To The Jungle?  Or one that wets the seats faster than Patience (keeping in mind that Darryl, John, and Lionel were past their prime by the time 1991 rolled around, and Color Me Badd didn’t have that much staying power)?  No… no there’s not.  So it’s with great excitement that we exclaim huzzah! regarding the release of the new Guns N Roses album.  Orrrrrrr not.

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