At Least Ryan Howard is Hitting Something
Jun 08, 2010 in Phillies
Ryan Howard may not exactly pull the same quality of trim as say, George Clooney, but the guy isn’t doing half bad either. And he’s usually pretty stealth about his personal affairs which he does deserve some credit for (are you reading this Shane Victorino you scumbag?) He gets his shit taken care of between the sheets and then let’s his scummies out the door just in time for him to hit the continental breakfast. Apart from being hung like a beluga whale, I’m sure the $190 million dollars he will earn in the first ten years of his career helps in the foreplay department. That amount of money, by the way, is more than any player in baseball history has ever earned in their first ten seasons. So F you A-Rod.
In the old news department, the most recent chick Ryno was powerjacking was Krystle Campbell, an Eagles cheerleader who also used to apparently “hang out” with Jeff Carter. Krystle is ok, sort of like the rest of the Eagles cheerleaders are just ok. I have no idea where they find these chicks to be honest. Krystle is one of those girls who goes to the shore one summer and comes back looking like John Candy. Those pesky funnel cakes will do it every time.
So anyway, the woman pictured at the top of the post is Ryan Howard’s new girlfriend. Who is she? Only a Victoria’s Secret model with the body of a…Victoria’s Secret model. She’s been in Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit issue along with dating Nick Cannon. If you know who Nick Cannon is then you should probably punch yourself in the nuts. Where did he find this chick? She looks like the type of girl who wouldn’t step foot in Philly because it smells too much like subway piss.
“Selita Ebanks was born on February 15th 1983 in Georgetown, Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands. She is of Irish, African, Caymanian, Jamaican and Indian descent and was raised in a large family that was quite poor. She lived in “a little blue, zinc-roof shack on Walkers Road” and often didn’t have shoes to wear to primary school.”
Oh boo hoo honey. Did you and your brothers have to hunt neighborhood dogs for food and re-use toilet paper too? I hate sob stories like this. I had it much worse than her by far. I had to grow up in West Chester, which is ten miles from Coatesville. And you don’t want to live near Coatesville. Ever.







