This dream surrounds a simple but possibly controversial concept:
Celebrities of varying degrees would be gathered to play drinking games like Presidents and Assholes, Beer Pong, and Quarters. There will be winners; there will be losers. Just like at regular award shows. And they’ll get druuuunk. Just like at regular award shows.
The Celebrity Drinking Game Show could be hosted by Charlie Sheen, since he’s an expert at partying and Winning! But since he’s been focused on staying “sober,” then maybe we could get this guy:
I thought about taking a bunch of songs that were named after body parts and make a picture composed of those parts, but I’m not sure if I will… yet. Let’s get through A Handful Of (alternative) songs about body parts, and maybe I’ll surprise you.
- Nine Inch Nail’s Head Like a Hole
- Smashing Pumpkin’s Eye
- Weezer’s Dope Nose
- Bush’s Mouth
- Death Cab for Cutie’s Crooked Teeth
- Sum 41’s Fat Lip
- Young the Giant’s My Body
- Alice in Chains’ Them Bones
- Nirvana’s Heart Shaped Box
- Fuel’s Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
Okay. I gave in and made a picture. Enjoy it after the jump… Read More
There have been a few things that I’ve remembered or discovered or wondered that didn’t warrant their own posts. So here they all are in one place!
- What do Growing Pains, Hangin’ with Mr. Cooper, and Full House all have in common?
Well, they were all on ABC. That’s easy. But did you
know remember care that Alan Thicke appeared at the beginning of Mark Curry’s new show to welcome him to the network as well as the old Growing Pains‘ set? Hangin’ with Mr. Cooper’s first show took place in the Seaver home – as is/was. That’s weird. But even weirder still was that the second episode featured Michelle Tanner (Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen) and Uncle Jesse (John Stamos) from Full House. Weirdest of all – the show lasted five seasons.
- EMF and Andrew Dice Clay’s worlds collided.
I had no idea that the opening “Oh!” and titular line “That’s unbelievable!” in EMF’s Unbelievable were sampled from raunchy “comedian” Andrew Dice Clay. And that’s unbelievable.
- Things that still make me go hmmm…
I haven’t been able to find anything one way or another about these possible Coinkydinks or Coinkydonks, but it doesn’t mean that they’re true (or not):
Does anyone else besides me care? You’re unbelievable.
I am in utter absolute glory. I recently visited this German bar in Detroit:
It was in this very place that I thought I discovered the magnificent Schnitzelbank Song. Here is the accompanying chart (because how awesome can a drinking song be without an accompanying chart):
In public, it sort of went something like this (I swear the Dakota’s Inn version was 100x better):
But in all my research, I came to realize why this song has endeared itself so strongly to me. And that reason why is this:
(SIDENOTE: It also explains why the name Otto von Schnitzelpusskrankengescheitmeyer has long been stuck in my subconscious…)
Thank you, thank you, thank you Parry Gripp! Now I know what makes a turtle a turtle and a tortoise a tortoise!
(More real Pokemón here.)
Hollywood loves remakes. It also loves sequels and reboots, but it really loves remakes. And it’s not just horror films anymore. Footloose and Red Dawn are on the horizon. There’s talk of remaking Dune (needs it), Short Circuit (ready for a CG robot, anyone?), and Judge Dredd (more Rob Schneider please).
What else might be coming up?
(SIDENOTE: Did this trend begin when the TV shows-turned-into-movies trend ended?)
To me, if they remake such a seminal 80’s film as Ferris Beuller’s Day Off, then the 90’s flick Reality Bites wouldn’t be far off. And that leaves me tons of more questions:
- Who would be cast in that film?
- Would it keep the same name? (Reality Sucks Balls anyone?)
- Would it be about vampires?
- Why is Janeane Garafalo so gross now?
Apparently, this happens:
At the bar, someone brought up the fact they used to play this in high school. (I still doubt they played it. Seems kind of potentially dangerous.) But nonetheless, I didn’t believe, and in not believing, I made an ass of myself.
The last time I didn’t believe, it was about this being possible:
I had to eat crow after that.
Thanks, I’m here all night!
I recently got rooked into Facebook by way of a Gmail link-up, and I have to be honest… it’s kind of dumb. As I look at everybody making statements and people commenting on them and liking them… it’s kind of dumb. I might be biting the hand that feeds, though, especially now since I’m on the CIA’s grid.
Via the awesome and layered Onion News Network: