
But that’s not all you can learn from Marty B’s new video tour of his “house” aka Cowboys Stadium. Oh no, there is so much more.

But that’s not all you can learn from Marty B’s new video tour of his “house” aka Cowboys Stadium. Oh no, there is so much more.

previously unknown* species of dinosaurs (no need to worry, Cowboy fans, he packed his invisible cloak and toothpaste). It is easily the greatest trip you can take for $80.80, unless you know where to buy really great peyote. I don’t, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Marty did. [MartyB]
*The Kentrosaurus is real? Okay, my mistake. But I’m not buying this “T-Rex” crap for a minute.

Lots of people complain that Twitter is a pointless waste of time. And while that criticism is valid if you follow people who do nothing but re-tweet, I struggle to find a better source of wonder and wisdom than Martellus Bennett’s Twitter feed. (To wit: “A man cannot send another man a smiley face n a txt message WTF” So true, Marty. So true.)
In case you don’t follow the flood of tweets from Marty B, yesterday he broke down his racial heritage. It’s math-tastic:
I’m 1/4 Indian (my pocohontas skin tone gives that away) Im 4/8 Negro the way i say four gives it away (fo)1/6 pappadeaux 2/3 cowboy 1/19
Animal (part liger) 2/20 transformer and 7/35 blue bonnett Texas babamy. Wat r u
Oh and I’m 3/47 alien ET my 1st cousin
Jus found out I’m 1/80 Aggie thanks E. King Gill LOL I think that’s his name. He’s the reason for the whole 12th man tradition.

After the runaway success of Marty B’s blog post on ladyfarts, a few readers noticed a subsequent entry in which he proclaims the tight end combo of he and Jason Witten to be “Rice and Beans.” Well, they weren’t the only ones. Execs in the television industry were piqued with the possibilities of a serial cop drama.
Coming this fall to FOX, following the two-hour block of Cops on Saturday night:
Jason Witten is… KENNY ARROZ!
Martellus Bennett is… JEROME FRIJOLES!
Together they are:

Martellus Bennett is blogging for the Dallas Morning News‘ website, and fortunately his ruminations have nothing at all to do with football. Instead, the Cowboys’ second-year tight end is using the space to tell fart stories.
This lady was walking in front of me pushing her cart she
stopped to pick up some pringles and let one rip. Sounded like a growl
and and a motor but smelt like a dead carcus. OMG! Now I knew it
wasn’t me LOL and we were the only two people on the aisle. She just
smiled and kept walking like nothing happened the smell followed her.
I swear I could see it like smoke out of a train just nasty.
Stay tuned to the Insider Blog for more of Marty B’s thoughts, including his upcoming post “Queefs: It Stopped Being Funny the Second the Air Came Out of Her Vagina.”
Thanks to commenter Mo Charlo for the smelly tip.