my evening with internet pornography
if that doesn’t get your attention, well.
so yeah. I put everything on the blog. and you’re fucking welcome: I’m twice as entertaining as daytime television.
but I’m getting kind of tired of defending that – mostly because I’m not very good at defending it - so maybe another round of self-editing is in order. it’s been a while. this is getting pretty heavy, so we may need new rules.
in the spirit of that: my brother told me a funny story about how Jesse “The Body” Ventura was appearing on Larry King that evening, via satellite. The Body was in Mexico, so they had to send a satellite truck out to do a remote feed to him. sending the truck, from Mexico City, to Baja. The Body is in Baja. that’s like a fourteen-hour drive. and apparently, bandits are a concern. not kidding. bandits.
I mean, can you imagine driving a truck, emblazoned with a major media outlet’s logo and full of expensive-looking gadgetry, across Mexico? it’s like the wild west down there. CNN is going to make someone have to possibly deal with bandits so that Larry “The Mantis” King can interview Jesse “The Body” Ventura about god knows what. and no one’s gonna watch that shit anyway.
I’d love to receive that phone call. “dude, gas up the van. we’ve got to drive a thousand miles to set up a camera for Larry King tonight. oh, and you’re gonna have to ride shotgun. literally.”
went to the Newseum with dad today. I am not the museum type, but the Newseum is solid, and worth the price of admission. lots of interesting stuff in there. I am recommending it. to you.
I just heard this on television.
“look, yes, I have banged hundreds of broads, internationally, but know this: I wrap my rascal two times cause I like it to be joyless and without sensation, as a way of punishing supermodels.”
and, to end. great titles for future posts:
nobody does chips like Utz does chips
and then, he put it on the god damned blog
edible, nacho, sombrero
