.ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇɥbıɹ s,ʇı .buıʞɐʇ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ sʎɐʍ1ɐ s,ʇı .ǝso1ɔ sʎɐʍ1ɐ s,ʇı .sǝɥɔuı puɐ ɥʇ4 ʎ11ɐıuuǝɹǝd .uos ‘ǝuop ʇı ʇǝb .sıɥʇ op sʇǝ1 .buıso1 ǝɹoɯ ou ¿op ʇı ʇɐɥʍ .ʍoɥsǝʞɐ1 dn ʇɐɥʍ ¿ʇɐp oɥʍ .ʇno ʇı ǝɹnbıɟ ʎ11ɐnʇɔɐ 11ıʍ oɥʍ ɹǝpuoʍ ı .ǝɹoɟǝq sıɥʇ ǝuop ʇ,uǝʌɐɥ ǝʍ .ʍǝu sı sıɥʇ
It’s going to sound very redundant to refer to Entourage as a show about nothing. The early critics always said it wasn’t really about anything. It was glorfying LA douchism. Vince was a total douche. He was in movies for his “looks” and he walked around town phuking chicks like Hank Moody.
Wait. Whatever…consider it revisionist clairvoyance.
Whatever is right –Vince is the least dynamic character on the show. Droz from PCU made being an agent the coolest thing on the planet. Everyone loves Drama so much HBO actually made a real Viking Quest flash game. Turtle is the homie you need to have — he comes through when everyone else can’t…and he loves to drive. And E well…he’s the most annoying (but I think that’s really Kevin Connolly seeping through) but in spite of it, the character fits.
The lavish, guest star, herb induced high-life is the current “American Dream” and Entourage has always made that 22 minutes on Sunday the most enjoyable part of the tv watching week.
So what’s the point of all this? There is none. That’s the point. Much like this past season of Entourage. 7 episodes have come and gone and all I can tell you is E likes Sloan but he wants to spend time with the crypt keeper. I don’t know what it is about this chick but she just doesn’t look right. Something is off. Waaaay off. This show is so low on ideas it’s becoming a soap opera. Vince doesn’t *need* to do anything and…well at least Jamie Lynn Sigler is hot.
Anyway. This post has just been as aimless and douchey as Entourage. w00t w00t.
It’s still one of the best shows on TV.
It’s pretty phuking simple. If you don’t want to get cinnamon powder and splenda all over you, don’t sit next to the phuking trash can. I would never sit next to a trash can.
Why?
Because I don’t want to get trash all over me!
It always surprises me at the Coffee Bean on Sepulveda and Palms that someone is sitting directly next to the phuking trash can. I’m not talking near it. I am talking any closer and they are literally in it.
Why are you sitting there? Why are you making faces at me?!? Are you pissed that you got hit with the cinnamon?!? You are phuking sitting next to the trash can! The trash can is the most left part of the sugar bar. Why are you sitting so phuking close? What it is wrong with you? Did your mother stunt your emotional development when it came to taking out the trash? Actually, I don’t phuking care!!! Please phuking move.
The Starbucks on National is overrun by elves. The Coffee Bean has trash sitters. What the phuk is going on?! What it do?!
/rant
Considering how slow I started, I finished with 36 blog posts last month. We’re going for at least 50 this month. I made some serious decisions last month and starting next month my schedule is about to get crazy. This month is my last month of my twenties. I turn 30 next month. I love the summer. I’ve got tix to see Meth and Red and KOL next month. I think I heard something abt Outkast this month?! We abts to see a lot of movies this month…and a lot of boobies next month. Turning 30, sounding 6…i’ve still got 1 month left.
Dear Lauren,
I am sorry that I was so careless tonight. I am sorry that I was so inconsiderate to those behind me that I blocked you for an entire 2…maybe 3 seconds. That is time that I took from you, carelessly. I know this sounds sarcastic and insincere. I assure that it is not. I am truly, deeply sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I hope your sleepless nights thinking about my douchebaggery will soon be replaced by feelings of admiration for someone who can see his mistake, and repent.
Seeing you in person only escalated my feelings for you. You are unbelievably beautiful on television and are even better looking in person. I know you are thinking the same about me. Please forgive me. Please dump your boyfriend. He took you to a terrible movie theater. I know the Landmark is considered “nice” but it is pretty crappy. Why is the bathroom so far away? Please go out with me?! You are so hot. Monday nights will never be the same.
your one true love,
- j
I consider myself a pretty nice person. I really don’t wish anyone any harm, but here’s the thing – Jon and Kate must die. They must both walk in front of a bus or shoot each other in the face or get eaten by sharks. I am so fucking sick of hearing about these 2 bumbaclots. Is Jon slightly retarded? He seems like he is just short of special and is floating just above full blown retard. I don’t know anything about Kate…except she is on the cover of every magazine, every headline and every TV show.
I am sure millions of you will read this and be upset. I know my mom watches the show. So let me take a second to clarify how I really feel. I want Jon and Kate to die. It should be a televised finale and their kids should be sold in auction given to nice families that are not media seeking whores, robbing their children of a legitimate childhood, while they have a divorce on global television.
These 2 are the worst thing about reality TV. At least Spencer and Heidi are damn entertaining. One of my favorite shows right now is American Choppers. Every day the crew of OC Choppers gets to work at 6am, bends sheet metal, pounds out a gas tank using a ball pin hammer and creates some of sickest motorcycles on this planet. These guys are fabricators and welders and come to work to work. I love this show because it inspires me to bust my ass the next day. Unfortunately American Choppers happens to share the same network letters, TLC, as those 2 and due to poor corporate synergy, last weeks episode of American Choppers was a special, 90 mins long. Paul Sr. and his sons rode down to wherever the phuk Jon and Kate Douche live and kicked it with them. They made a scooter for Kate, and started to make a bike for Jon when I turned off the episode. Not even 20 minutes in, I erased it from my DVR and I got on my knees and prayed.
Dear Heavenly Douche Supreme, Criss Angel,
You are almighty, wise and awesome. From the way you dress to the way you talk like Bill Plaschke with a mouth full of marshmallows. You are so awesome in every way. Please be more awesome and kill Jon and Kate. Please save their plus 8. They are real children that need homes and real parents. Please remove Jon and Kate from this earth and from the mind of every human. Please make me forget about Jon and Kate. Please dear Criss Angel, king lord douche supreme almighty. Please.
I might be drunk but firefox is fo sho broken. It completely crashes every time I try to upload a pic to What Da Phizzle using the flash uploader. This started last month and then I went to NY, came back with AIDS (billions of them) some illness and didn’t really thinks about it. But now that I am trying to get back in the posting rhythm it’s phuking with me. I’ll sometimes have 10 tabs open and the whole phuking browser will crash. I’ll boot up chrome to finish the post but now I am think maybe it’s time to switch to chrome on the real.
Chrome 2009 what it do! Firefox is a bumbaclot.
Wowaweeza…this post is the 48th post this month. I’ve had a little help with all the perfectly sized (550px width) NBA playoff images and the MVPuppets – but this is by far my most prolific blogging month. Almost hitting 50 posts is what it is all about. No one likes a stale blog. There are some blogs that I continue to check and shit hasn’t been updated since Feb…cough cough…barely blogging b, where you be, loc?
If I am going to hit my quota of 1000 a year I better step it up. 50 a month is good but we just getting started yo. Guest bloggers where you @? The time is coming. Get your typing gloves, blogging shoes and raping hats ready.
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