The Chaser’s first hot-on for Mario was in 1998, when he appeared on a cable tv show about California cops on bikes.
Sure, the show was stupid, but The Chaser was fourteen at the time, and had a liking for the hot and spicy back then.
They bitch-slapped you, dude.
Lara Spencer and her crew of played out, permed up, tacky asses shamed you on national television…
…and you let them do it.
The Chaser chose to watch KA’s Big Life…and wondered whether to laugh, cry from laughter, or vomit from drunken laughter.
A five-hundred pound gorilla entered the room when someone ended their story with the line “Our people don’t know how to do business.”
In my last blog, James Cameron’s Avatar was the gateway to a larger subject.
Turns out it was also a firestarter of sorts.
Fate’s a cruel bitch, because it claimed another victim.
Corey Haim was, quite simply, an older man with balls.
I’m worried about you.
You know why? Because a lot of you think that AVATAR should have won the Oscar for Best Screenplay.
One of the things Americans have accomplished
thus far in the twenty-first century
is identifying their capacity for mental laziness.
My mother’s name was SHONDRA PARKS. I call her Professor Mom.
She was born in the city of Philadelphia…
…and I was the pride, joy, and holy terror of her life.
I used to want to sleep with Tiger Woods. Why the hell not? He met all of The Chaser’s criteria. Exceptional skill, money, golden skin, abs, aim, drive…love how those Nike shirts just accentuated his form. Married? No problem. All men cheat, so I could live with that. Mistress? No problem. All men cheat, so [...]
Many of you have asked for my Twitter address so you can connect up, and while I appreciate the fact that you want to reach out, the simple fact of the matter is… I don’t have time to “tweet”. Yes, you read right. “It only takes 140 characters of your time, girl.” That’s what my [...]
Dirt is the best thing in the world. Stories grow from it every day.
Those of you who know me from the way back remember when I was The Controlista and dropped the bombshell on how everyone’s favorite DJ Mister Flo Killa was churning out those overpriced clothes you like to wear on the backs of Chinese immigrants working in sweatshops for ten dollars a week.
You know what I hate? Submissions.
Every day I open my e-mail and I’ll find at least twenty messages from people wanting to write for EXPO.
Now I don’t have a problem looking at writing samples, because there are a lot of good writers out there. A lot of them got fired from newspapers and magazines…