Hi 3.5 readers. I’ve decided I’m going to write inappropriate musicals for awhile. If anyone from Broadway is interested, let me know. If you have an inappropriate topic for a musical, please share.
First up – Bobbitt!
Hi 3.5 readers. I’ve decided I’m going to write inappropriate musicals for awhile. If anyone from Broadway is interested, let me know. If you have an inappropriate topic for a musical, please share.
First up – Bobbitt!
“Curb Your Enthusiasm” put out a new season recently after a six year hiatus. It made me so happy to see Larry David back in action that I ended up watching the whole series, a few episodes a day, for the past month. I’ve seen them all before and remembered the gist of the best ones but it’s been so long it was like watching them all for the first time.
If you’ve never seen it, the quick rundown of the show is that Larry David was the co-creator and producer behind the popular 1990s sitcom Seinfeld. While he only appeared on that show in the occasional bit part, he was largely a behind the scenes man. Fun fact: the character of George Costanza is based on Larry.
On “Curb,” Larry plays a fictional version of himself though I can only assume there is a grain of truth in any form of comedy. As you might recall, George Costanza was a bald loser, fully aware of his unattractiveness and shortcomings, yet often angry over the fact that he couldn’t form a decent relationship with a woman because he’d always freak out over the most trivial of flaws (even though they usually pale in comparison to George’s problems.)
Larry is essentially the same way. For most of the series, he is married to hot, younger wife Cheryl (Cheryl Hines) who suffers Larry’s douchebaggery with grace and dignity. In later seasons, Larry and Cheryl divorce, though she remains a returning character. Larry dates a variety of hot babes, women so attractive who have so much going for them that you want to shout out that clearly Larry would never be getting them if not for his vast “Seinfeld” fortune and Hollywood connections…and yet he usually screws things up over a trivial flaw. (In one episode, he dates a ridiculously hot restaurant hostess only to ruin it all when she borrows $40 only to forget to pay it back. Before you take Larry’s side, keep in mind that a quick Google search of Larry’s net worth puts it at $900 million so yeah, let the hottie keep the $40 Larry.)
Frankly, I’m impressed by how much money Larry made. The number of people who became near billionaires off of being funny must be few and far between.
My other random observations, in no particular order:
#1 – The first three seasons take place in the early 2000s, the first season in 2000. The experience is surreal. Flip phones. Tube TVs and computer monitors. No GPS. In a first season episode, Larry and Cheryl get lost on the way to a dinner party, with nothing but a friend’s handwritten directions to guide them. Anyone else remember trying to find a place with nothing but a friend’s shitty directions and no GPS, having to drive around, hope to find a landmark, stop for directions and hope to find someone who can help you? If you’ve never done that, you have no idea how lucky we all are to have cell phones that can tell us how to get where we want to go today.
#2 – Larry self-deprecates the crap out of himself. It’s a big man who is willing to make himself look like a schmuck. It would be one thing if Larry called himself a different name, i.e. Gary Schmavid but here, he’s saying this is me, playing myself and I hate to get into his head but I can only assume that somehow he feels comfortable portraying himself as a goofball, a man who constantly bucks societal norms, schemes to get out of social conventions only to make things so much worse.
# 3 – It’s “Seinfeld” with swearing. If you liked “Seinfeld,” and don’t care about swearing, you’ll like this. The characters rarely grow or improve or better themselves. No special episodes where a character gets sick. No morals or lessons. Just humor for humor’s sake. The goal is to make you laugh and nothing more.
#4 – It made me feel bad to see how time screws us all in the looks department. Not to knock Larry but he more or less looks like he does at the beginning as he does 17 years later. Larry is bald with gray side hair for as long as I can remember. He does appear a bit younger looking and more spry in the beginning episodes. He’s early 50s when it starts and 70 now.
Richard Lewis, veteran neurotic comedian of the 1980s, plays himself and appears handsome at the start of the series. Black hair, strong features, looks like he belongs in movies. In later seasons, he looks old, gray, balding and decrepit. Still has his wit but makes me sad what time does to us.
Not dumping on anyone but you can see it in all the recurring characters, how youthful they all long in the earliest seasons.
#5 – So much political incorrectness. Many of the jokes from past seasons would not fly today. The irony is that Larry does and says many shitty things, but if you get offended too early and walk away, you’ll miss the part where Larry gets his comeuppance for saying and doing such shitty things. Never assume Larry gets away with anything. He never does. Cue ending scene where the theme music plays with closeup of his eyes as he realizes how much shittier he just made a shitty situation.
#6 – On the other hand, it’s not always Larry. Sometimes it’s Larry as a victim of circumstance. People are so tied to social norms that a minor deviation makes them go ballistic. He’ll accidentally do or not do something, through no fault of his own, and despite apologies, people will go ape shit on him. Perhaps we can give people a break if they don’t always act 100 percent of the way we want them to.
#7 – Jeff Garland (Larry’s manager Jeff Greene) and Susie Essman (Jeff’s she-devil wife Susie Greene) are great. Susie goes ballistic over the littlest things, though often she sniffs out when Larry and Jeff have joined forces in a joint scheme and exposes them. “Fat fuck” and “bald fuck” or “four eye fuck” are her names of choice for the duo.
#8 – Larry has Peter Pan syndrome. It’s surreal to see a man with gray hair acting like a youngster, but he has so many young-ish habits. Throughout the series, he’ll meet old, gray haired people and talk to them as one would a grandparent and it leaves me wondering if he’s aware that he’s old himself. Then again, he’s got mad cash, so that keeps you young.
Conclusions – It’s an awesome show. If you need something to binge watch, I highly recommend it.
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3.5 readers, all I can say is I love being alive in a time when you can get a dude to impersonate Matthew McConaughey for you for a reasonable price. Would that this technology had existed when I was 20. I would have taken over the world.
This is so funny, and the impressionist sounds just like him:
3.5 readers, I have to let you in on a piece of information that’s well known to the monster fighting community but is a virtual secret to the general public.
Goblins are chronic masterbaters. Seriously, they are never NOT tossing the monkey, slapping the salami, bopping the baloney or what have you.
You know what’s worse? They have these bright yellow, beady little eyes and while you’re trying to sleep, they just stare at you and fap, fap, fap away, tugging at their tiny, syphillis ridden goblin dongers. Their faces are usually like, one to two inches away from yours.
You ask them to move, they just sort of go, “Ungh” and then fap faster. And there’s never a release. Like, what’s the point?
I know. Disgusting. I’m telling you this because I’m currently babysitting and/or protecting one such masterbating goblin. Why would I want to do that? I really don’t want to, but he’s a witness in a case being brought in an underground world. He saw one masterbating goblin murder another masterbating goblin. The masterbating goblin mafia was involved.
You know what? I’ve said too much. Long story short, the Council of Masterbating Goblin Justice asked me to protect the little guy until he can give his testimony…while masterbating.
Oddly enough, I’m honored to have been asked…though I really wish the little guy would stop masterbating…and also to stop staring at me with his face an inch away from mine.
Did I mention that if you do eventually succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep, the little asshole will start licking your toes? Last night I feel asleep and when I woke up, my toes were like prunes…covered in spit.
God, I hope that was only spit. I might have to double check and make sure they don’t release. Stupid masterbating goblins.
Hey reader, this is the worst segway ever, but while I’m busy keeping an eye on this masterbating goblin, keep yourself entertained by checking out my movie reviews. I watch more movies than I read books. Ironically, I should have named myself “Moviescreen Q. Watcher” but I don’t have the energy to change my name now.
Down, masterbating goblin! Down! You’re bad masterbating goblin! Bad, bad!
…are these talents I hired from Fiverr. I wrote the scripts. They brought my words to life with their talents.
I just wish I had as much voice talent…or any.
Please play these all. I know you’ll laugh. Each one is but a mere 1 or 2 minutes tops. You won’t lose that much of your life.
Best of all, a “Movie Trailer Guy Impressionist” informs my readers that I am, quote, “Such a macho bastard I can grate cheese with my chest hair.” It’s true, ladies. How much cheese do you want? Just grab a brick of cheddar and rub it on my chest.
“In a world where you want to click that play button…”
Not Arnold Schwarzenegger compares my waistline to that of a humpback whale:
Not Donald Trump calls me a low energy loser who is selling us out to China:
Not Al Pacino goes all “Scent of a Woman” on me:
Not Morgan Freeman insults me with a potty mouth:
Hey 3.5 readers.
If you’ve read this blog for awhile, then you’re aware the Yakuza and I have never been fully simpatico. A shame really because I am a fan of the martial arts and could teach them a thing or two if they would just be cool and listen.
Alas, they are always after my magic bookshelf. So currently, I am in Japan, fighting dozens of Yakuza assassins, defeating them all as they come at me with swords, nunchaku, throwing darts, spears, sai, and yes even grenades and machine guns and all I have to fight them off with is my pinky finger and some chewed bubble gum that I didn’t even get to chew myself, go figure.
So, I’ll be at this for awhile. While I figure out the Top Ten Ways to Defeat a Yakuza Assassin, why don’t you take a good look at my Top Ten Lists? They are hilarious, if I say so myself, and you’ll be glad you did. Or maybe you won’t be. Maybe you’ll be sad you wasted so much time of your life. Oh well. Do it or don’t. I don’t care. I’m too busy fighting Yakuza assassins.
They stink. See, the Millenials aren’t aware of this. If you tell them a C.H.U.D. stinks, they’ll just be all like, whatever, you should just be nicer to the C.H.U.D. or hug him more or try to understand where the C.H.U.D. is coming from.
But if you’re a Gen Xer like me then you know C.H.U.D.s are no joke, and you certainly don’t want to be dating one. Ergo, from BQB HQ in Fabulous East Randomtown, it’s the Top Ten Warning Signs You Might Be Dating a C.H.U.D.
#10 – Lives in the sewer.
Dead giveaway. There is no reason for anyone to live in a sewer. Sounds like your boyfrined might an “underground dweller” who puts the “UD” in CHUD. Yeah, I’m lazy. I will no longer put the period after each letter.
#9 – He is cannibalistic.
You saw him frying up a nice hand sandwich? No, that wasn’t a typo. I didn’t mean ham sandwich. I meant hand sandwich. Look, the dude’s eating a damn hand and you’re trying to make excuses for him. “Aww, the poor guy, he just had a bad childhood. If I love him more, he’ll stop eating people.”
No, bitch! You in love with a damn CHUD! Run bitch, run!
Also, he puts the C in CHUD.
#8 – He is a humanoid.
Always date an actual human. A human is a human. A humanoid is a creature that has a head and arms and legs and many of the same features as a human but is not a human. Just because it moves like a human doesn’t mean it is a human. Get some self-confidence. Don’t settle for humanoid. You deserve a full blown human.
He puts the H in CHUD. That’s right. He is a Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller.
#7 – He is super ugly.
Well, let’s be practical. A lot of people are ugly. Sure, we all wish we could date supermodels but after the sex, would we have anything in common to talk about? Probably not. So ladies, perhaps you might want to give a guy a break if he’s bald or pudgy or not so handsome but….yeesh…holy shit girl, that dude not just ugly, he a damn CHUD!
Only you can tell the difference between ugliness and CHUDness.
#6 – Smells bad.
Most men do. We take pride in our farts. But is the stench natural or CHUD-like? You be the judge. If you have to ask, you know the answer. Run bitch, run.
#5 – Has bright yellow eyes.
Eyes aren’t supposed to glow. Get out of there before you’re a snack.
#4 – Has pointy teeth.
We’re not talking just a lack of quality dental care. We’re talking pointy, human biting teeth.
#3 – The best soldiers and police officers of the 1980s don’t seem like they’d be able to stop him.
But then again, they never could in any 1980s movie.
#2 – It’s like you’ve heard of him, but don’t really know him per se.
Yeah, I’ve heard ugly people be called CHUDS hundreds of times and have even been on the receiving end. I understand the reference but to this day I have not bothered to watch the actual movie. It’s one of those movies where you must be a real weirdo if you’ve bothered to seek it out and watch it.
#1 – He tried to eat you.
You’re better than that. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Just run and also know that you’re worthy of love that doesn’t lead to you ending up in a CHUD’s colon. I know, that’s the most beautiful thing that’s ever been said to you. What can I say? I have a way with words.
Yup. It’s Halloween so we know what that means. Crazy SJWs are flipping their shit over the fact that someone, somewhere in the world might wear a costume for one night for a few hours that might offend somebody, somewhere.
Redbook published this article, breathlessly warning of the dangers of the epic sadness and woe that could spread across the globe if parents allow white daughters to dress like Polynesian princess Moana this Halloween.
First, the article is an example of what is wrong with journalism i.e. the drumming up of a faux controversy. I mean, it makes it out as if there are a legion of little girls dressing up like Polynesian princesses and an equally large legion of Polynesian girls who are beside themselves with misery and woe over this. I mean, maybe, just maybe there’s one Halloween party somewhere where this could happen, but is it a scenario worth an entire article? Probably not.
Second, the article contains this quote:
The original article, written by Sachi Feris, discusses how her white daughter was torn between dressing as Elsa, from Frozen, or the titular character from Moana. Feris expresses concern that while an Elsa costume might reinforce notions of white privilege, dressing up as Moana is essentially cultural appropriation — the act of reducing someone’s culture to stereotypes, and thereby belittling it.
So if you’re a little white girl, don’t dress up like Elsa because Elsa has white privilege but also don’t dress up like Moana because you aren’t Polynesian at all.
In other words…don’t dress up like a character that has any kind of ethnicity? So…if you’re a white kid, just don’t dress up like a human. Be an inanimate object. Go as a rock. Better yet, just stay home, you little cracker devils. Your ancestors got all the candy for far too long and it’s time you took a breather.
You know I’ll meet the SJWs half-way and realize that yeah, when there are tons of other costumes out there, a costume that calls for a white kid to change ethnicity isn’t the greatest.
Then again, if a white girl just wants to wear the Moana dress, isn’t she just idolizing Moana? Isn’t a little white girl so in awe of a non-white person that she wants to emulate and be just like her hero? That non-white people can be role models for white people to look up to and be like, isn’t more of that what we want?
Plus, if they harangue the costume companies enough, won’t they discontinue the costume? And then what will all the Polynesian girls who want to dress like Moana wear?
Do I think kids should be changing their skin color to become another ethnicity for a Halloween costume? No. Is it ok if a white kid wears a costume worn by a non-white character? I mean, I can listen to why you might find that offensive, but I’d counter that if you are white and feel this strongly, then run to your closet immediately and throw away your kimono and your Hawaiian shirt.
Shit. I’m not Hawaiian and my goal in life is to move to a tropical environment and wear nothing but a vast array of brightly colored Hawaiian shirts with parrots and palm trees on them. Oh well. #WorseThanHitler
Cultural appropriation. It’s when you venture outside of your culture. Yup. We used to be segregated. Whites stayed on their part of town, blacks on theirs, different ethnicities to their own. Then the SJWS of the 1960s called on us to become the melting pot. Everyone mix and mingle. Date outside your race. Get ideas from other cultures. If culture X has good food, eat it. If culture Y has good booze, drink it. If culture Z has good music, listen to it. If culture A has cool clothes, wear them.
Ironically, today’s SJWs, though I don’t think they realize it, are returning us to segregation. Everyone stick to your own culture and never let your cultures mingle with other cultures lest you offend.
With all that being said, here is my handy list of what your kid SHOULD NOT be wearing this Halloween season, lest they offend someone, somewhere:
Smurf – No. Offensive to short people with oxygen flow problems that make their faces blue.
Devil – Offensive to Satanists.
Witch – Offensive to Wiccans.
Batman – Offensive to Bats and/or grown men still grieving over the loss of their parents.
Superman – Offensive to intergalactic travelers. You may only wear this costume if the lack of a red sun gives you super powers.
Wonder Woman – Are you an Amazon? No? Stop being worse than Hitler.
Spooky Ghost – Offensive to spirits who are trapped here and unable to move on.
Zombie – Offensive to dead people. Many kids have dead Grandmas who have been in the ground a few years and look like zombies. Stop offending kids with dead Grandmas.
Cat – Only if you are a cat.
Pirate – Offensive to 17th Century sea-dwelling criminals.
The Little Mermaid – Offensive to mermaids.
Mickey Mouse – Only if you are a mouse that walks like a man.
Donald Duck – Offensive to pantsless ducks with anger management issues everywhere.
Goofy – Only if you are a dog that walks like a man.
Nerd – offensive to smart people.
Caveman – Offensive to those with evolutionary issues.
Mike Myers – Offensive to escaped mental patients who want to kill their sisters or Canadian comedians who had a good run in the 1990s, depending on which version you go with.
Hippy – Offensive to 1960s protesters. Only wear if you were at Woodstock. Must carry photographic proof of you at Woodstock.
Bunny – Offensive to anyone with big ears.
Sexy nurse – Offensive to people who actually put the time in to get a nursing degree.
Iron Man – Offensive to billionaires turned super heroes.
Spiderman – Offensive to nerds who have been bitten by radioactive spiders.
The Incredible Hulk – Offensive to people with anger management issues.
Nun – Offensive to Catholics.
Shaggy from Scooby Doo – Offensive to drug addicts.
Belle – Offensive to French women.
Beast – Offensive to hairy French men.
Wolverine – offensive to people who have had a complex surgery to have their bones replaced with super strong steel.
Catwoman – Offensive to cats and catwomen.
That Costume Where One Friend is the Front of the Horse and the Other Friend is the Back – Offensive to horses everywhere
That Costume Where the Husband Wheres the Plug and the Wife Wears the Slot – Assumes that sex is the only benefit of marriage. Very offensive. Also offends people who use electricity.
Count Dracula – Promulgates the stereotype that all Romanians want to suck your blood. Recent studies indicate 99.999 percent do not.
Frankenstein – Offensive to people who are comprised of body parts taken from other dead bodies.
The Mummy – Offensive to Egyptians.
The Wolfman – Offensive to hairy people.
Clown – Let me see your Child Party Entertainer’s license buddy.
Flapper – Were you alive in the 1920s? Only Great Grandma can wear this shit.
Ancient Knight – I’m going to have to see the Queen do that thing where she touches your shoulders with the sword.
Harry Potter – I need to see your Hogwart’s diploma. Otherwise, offensive to actual wizards who worked hard to earn their wands.
Hobo – Do you want to make rail yard dwellers cry?
People, really, there’s no costume you could possibly wear that will not offend anyone. I mean, you could go as a rock, but I’m telling you, you are just begging for a geologist to come up and give you a piece of his mind.
So just stay home, wear clothing consistent with those of your ancestors and only YOUR ancestors, and watch TV and eat candy that you buy and pay for yourself. Thank you.
First, I’m not asking that about Video Game Rack Fighter. That woman is a Saint with the face of an angel. At least I think she is. She’s been playing Car Thief Mayhem for three weeks straight without a break not even for the bathroom. She just pees in a coffee can.
Second, just pointing out one of the top web searches leading people to this illustrious site is along the lines of “Is my girlfriend a witch?” or “my girlfriend is a witch” or “how to tell if your girlfriend is a witch?”
Listen bros. I’m not relationship expert, but if you have to ask…
Anyway, in case you missed it, here are the Top Ten Warning Signs Your Girlfriend Might Be a Witch:
Bitches be green, y’all.