I’ve always been a huge fan of Dr. Drew. I loved listening to him and Adam Corolla on Loveline and I really wish there had been a person to ask questions about drugs and sex when I was a teen. He was an eloquent and frequent proponent of the “morning after” pill, and he seemed …
I’ve been thinking about Pete Townshend letting Pepsi use My Generation for one of it’s commercials lately. I’ve become accustomed to watching my heroes sell their most personal pieces of work to commercials for a while now, but every once in a while like with this Pepsi ad a new low is set. My guess …
Pete Townshend just sold “My Generation” to Pepsi.
Shouldn’t Osama Bin Laden be listed as an Executive Producer of 24?
Now you know we’re all fucked – isn’t Starbucks the place you get a job when you get laid off? Try telling urban youth not to sell drugs when Magna Cum Laudes start fighting for the night manager shift at Burger King.
Whenever people talk about great guitarists, they never mention Brian Setzer, which is inane because quite simply he’s the shit. It’s probably because he’s not seen as an innovator, but in the end there is plenty of room for someone that can just play, and not many people can touch Setzer in any style. Other …
Barack Obama has now been President for 29 minutes and so far my life hasn’t gotten any better. I can’t believe I voted for him. In other news, the Presidential poem sucked and it didn’t even rhyme.
Jim Beam – The Girlfriend Where is the line where she says, “I love it when he comes home, uses me for sex only pleasing himself, and then orders me to make him a sandwich, while he calls his friends and talks about the freaky, degrading things that he makes me do to please him.” …
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Will be a variation on the following: “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills …
He doesn’t do much in Gran Torino besides basically be Clint Eastwood, but when you can credibly beat the crap out of an Asian gang banger at like 700 years old, you deserve some kind of award.
I went to see Gran Torino today, and I was there a few minutes early, so being the ultra ADD bored guy that I am I decided to pop into the other room where The Reader was showing. My thinking was that I’d possibly catch a few seconds of Kate Winslet’s breasts. Now, I’m not …
Goodbye Ricardo Montalban. We need one casket with Fine Corinthian Leather – ASAP!
My dream scenario: Barbara: Are you scared? Patrick: Of course, I’m scared. I’m fucking dying you vulture bitch! Sadly, I don’t think it will go down that way.
I just read “I’m Chevy Chase … and you’re not” by Rena Fruchter. You can tell that it’s an authorized biography because it appears to have been written by Chevy’s adoring teenage daughter. Every bad movie, the drug problems, the DUI are discussed and somehow justified because well, he’s a really nice guy, who was …
