Fact: Meet my kids. George, George, George, George, George...and Georgette.

You might think this has something to do with George Foreman. I merely enjoy the fact that George Foreman not only endorses the ultimate fat grilling machine (although I am partial to the Snackster) but also recognizes the second most effective form of self promotion is to name all five of his sons George and one of his daughter's Georgette. (He must have realized how ridiculous it was to try and adapt his name for all of his daughters. Actually no, he must have ran out of ways to adapt his name for his daughters. I can think of a few. Georgia, Georgina, GeorGina (rhymes with a female body part), LaGeorgia).

George, George Jr., George III, George IV, George V and George VI. (not necessarily in that order)

Now this may seem like the most random post ever. I mean EVERYONE knows that George Foreman is self obsessed. Hell, just check out his self promotional website Big George.com.

If you delve deep enough you will find out that he is not only a puncher but also a preacher (an ordained minister), a family man, a rancher

" I could get a good look at a T-bone by sticking my head up a bulls ass, but I'd rather take George Foreman's word for it." - me

and a world class trainer of horses. His horse, Bayou Traveler is about as fast as an emu.

What really spurred this George Foreman rant of sorts was the news of a 25 year old "music producer" found guilty of fraud, told the judge that while he has no kids, he has six on the way. Sextuplets? No, unless you count kids born within a month of each other from SIX different women close enough. That's a hell of a lot of child support checks. He'll probably send empty envelopes. Anyway, I'd prefer this version of sextuplets to whatever that d-bag is claiming.