i think roughly 80% of the new Curb Your Enthusiasm season polishes lizard cock, but robert smigel fans can’t just walk away from the latest episode and his intensely vulgar softball owner/manager shtick.
want to love CYE’s later years, and yeah it’s easy to hold it to an inflated standard (every season had weak points), but WTF; larry’s unholy writer/producer pals from Seinfeld make most of the recent seasons blow, with their cutesy-tidy wrap-up gimmicks (the worst of Seinfeld) and the obviously shit atmosphere they lend the set, where nearly every regular phones in his part because aren’t we all goddamn geniuses. you can almost hear the trio of fartsniffers laughing from the monitor bank, high-fiving in headphones. wish they’d fuck off and take their shit plot devices on the same truck to hell.
yes, i’m talking about alec berg, david mandel, and jeff schaffer. tools, destroying a great series since season 6.
anyone have an explanation for how susie essman’s acting took a dump on itself this year? what the hell. alone she can be credited for killing at least 3 episodes. the worst. bill buckner (yes, red sox first baseman buckner) acted a circle around her last night.
yeah, a bumpy car seat. fuck you, larry. just makes me want to set myself on fire.
Ok Don’t get me wrong. I own most of the holiday shows put out by Rankin Bass and watch them year round whenever I need a pick me up. I adore them all. One thing about this particular one bugs me. When Santa gets to town the first time and learns that toys are illegal he and Jessica say that it is a silly law and choose to ignore it. What does that teach kids. If you don’t agree with a law you don’t have to obey it? Again. I LOVE these show but that one thing bugs me.
long ago a friend gave me a VHS tape with some unerased Baywatch material at the end. this 1-minute clip has always cracked me up:
he “rescues” an underwater girl by removing her buoyant wetsuit, exposing the tuned bikini’d machinery. as he strips away the final bit of wetsuit apparently holding the lass in weighted distress, it’s free to rocket upward, after which the hoff can kick to the surface with his arm around rescued girl, let her on a surfboard, and snarfle her ass. now that’s a gig.
anti-market attitudes run deep in the goonited states. as YouTube phased in ads for vids, complaints in comments appeared to pretend that YouTube exists to serve users. i’m on the other side; boggles my brain that so many wonderful things on the internet require no direct payment. want me to watch an ad? great. if it looks too long for the vid i clicked, i’ll probably dump out and no problem.
does any wal-mart — even a supercenter — stock enough handkerchiefs for jon stewart to wipe schlobama’s spooge off his chin after that shit “interview” (public blowjob)?
schlobama ball juggling aside, the only thing worse than jon stewart at that disgrace was the poodle audience. WTF. “the president”. fuck you. it’s an overblown narcissist in a suit.
it’s important that you be current with the list of women who upon appearance on a screen in front of me instantly become sullied psychically. recent tarnishings include, in meaningless order,
