In which I record myself awkwardly returning an expired Coke for a new Coke.
Pardon me
Newsflash, anonymous person whose shoes I may or may not recognize under the stall: just because you’ve flushed 35 times doesn’t mean what you’re doing in there is a mystery. We all know you’re pooping.
The flush doesn’t mask the poop, it accompanies it. Your poop is the vocal, your flush is the bassline, and I just understood all the words perfectly.
Quit wasting water. Poop, flush, and get the hell out of there.
Pop quiz, hot shots.
Cat survives 2 euthanasia attempts at Utah shelter
(Rebecca is also great at sending links that align with my interests.)
Source: Yahoo!
This image was just emailed to me with the subject: One of these things is not like the other.
GPOYW: Look at me looking at myself on the Duane Reade security monitor after I bought Apple O’s to take into Crazy, Stupid, Love last week. No rainy Sunday movie is complete without Apple O’s and movie theatres never have Apple O’s so do not start with me about bringing in outside food because I made up for it by paying a solid $5 for a Sprite the size of my stomach on Sunday during The Help. Five bucks. For a Sprite. I can somehow convince myself that this is justifiable when the drink is a Coca Cola, but Sprite? The thought process behind this was “I’m dehydrated and don’t really want Coke right now. I should really drink water but hey oh cool Sprite look Sprite it’s Sprite just like that Drake commercial they’ve been showing before movies for over a year when you find out that Drake is really some kind of robot who can only rap after drinking Sprite for some reason.”
The last time I paid $5 for a Sprite was never and the next time I pay $5 for a Sprite the country had better be suffering from wicked massive inflation and 20 ounces had better turn me into robot Drake.
Last name Finger. First name Bobby.
New Year’s Eve: The Trailer Summary
Cutting the trailer for New Year’s Eve was probably an editor’s nightmare because cutting the feature-length version of New Year’s Eve was probably an editor’s nightmare. What do you do with dozens of subplots and actors who have nothing in common aside from their ability to be strung together with P!NK’s “Raise Your Glass”? You play P!NK’s “Raise Your Glass” of course.
Watching while muted (without the help of P!NK’s unifying lyrics), New Year’s Eve’s trailer is an even bigger mess, coming across as a sort of hastily edited demo video for iMovie created by using clips from the past decade of romantic comedies. “See, you can add transitions and confetti and titles like FROM DIRECTOR GARRY MARSHALL and make your very own movie trailer,” the Apple Genius will tell Martha, a retired mother of two who is about to take a long vacation with her husband and their brand new Flip Cam.
“I do love confetti and Pretty Woman,” Martha will respond. “It’s the only romcom my Joseph will watch with me!” Anyway, now that Martha has left with her brand new 17” Macbook Pro that she will only use for email, it’s time to make sense of the New Year’s Eve trailer (almost) shot by shot, because I believe it’s actually 53 different 2-minute movies that a medicated Penny Marshall directed over the phone because Garry Marshall was sleeping in his director’s chair.
Let’s begin.
OK, so it’s a movie…
Possibly a Sex and the City sequel…
Set in the beautiful city of New York…
And Josh Duhamel is dressed up for something during the holidays and looks upset for some reason…
OK, that’s the reason…
And it’s still set in New York…
And Oscar-winner Hillary Swank has lovely hair…
And god damn it, Ashton Kutcher is probably her love interest…
OK, now that we have all the characters introduced, we see that things will probably culminate in Times Square at midnight…
Oh jesus, but now there’s someone else who is possibly in love with…
Michelle Pfieffer? Or maybe Michelle is Jessica’s mother. She looks upset…
At Zac Efron? Understandable.
Pope Gelasius I? Whatever. We must be done with character introductions.
Nevermind, this is Sex and the City and Carrie is now making costumes.
Carrie has broken up with Mr. Big and is looking for a new man…
OK, so Carrie is actually now a prostitute who designs costumes.
And Lea Michelle is the wealthy businesswoman who has a thing for prostitutes with puns of gold.
OK this is starting to make sense. Ashton Kutcher is Lea’s friend who thinks all the punny prostitutes are a bad idea.
Old?
Oh, OK.
So Lisa Simpson is an old friend of…
A new beginning? Her old friend is a new beginning.
And Jessica Beil needs to find out who fathered her child! The baby is a new beginning. This could be interesting.
Oh, it was Seth Meyers. Not interesting.
Someone made a mistake!
Many mistakes!
Even more mistakes!
Enormous mistakes!
Mistakes that have new experiences!
Like Hillary Swank dating a rapper turned actor/rapper turned actor/rapper/cop.
As confetti falls because that’s what falls instead of rain in New York.
And Lea begins to fall for SJP.
And Ryan Seacrest narrates ALL OF IT.
Makes sense.
Happy Toshiba!
Also, Halle Berry gets lost on her way to a New Year’s Eve party and ended up in a hospital…
Just as Oscar-nominee Abigail Breslin discovered eyeliner…and boys.
OK, they’re in that place in Queens were Men In Black was filmed, so this is clearly Men In Black 3 and everyone is an alien.
And Michelle Pfieffer is an alien who can fly. We’re finally making sense.
Jon Bon Jovi sings and everyone is probably really excited!
Just kidding, he sang “It’s My Life.”
THAT’S WHY JOSH DUHAMEL WAS RUNNING. He hates later Bon Jovi.
“What have I always told you? SLIPPERY WHEN WET IS THE ONLY ALBUM WORTH LISTENING TO,” says his father.
Meanwhile Hillary apologizes to Ludacris for talking shit about Crash that night last week that she drank too much White Zinfandel.
And Luda apologizes to her for putting in the DVD of The Next Karate Kid during their fight.
Oscar-winner Halle decided to ditch the party and just become a nurse that night because her career post-Monster’s Ball hasn’t really amounted to much.
And Lea Michelle accidentally kills SJP with a noisemaker…
But the death and subsequent dismemberment and burying bring she and her coworker closer together.
Then Hillary gives a formal apology for P.S. I Love You.
Which Jessica and Seth appreciated because they haaaatttted that movie and got in a huge argument picking a restaurant after seeing it that one time.
And Michelle and Zac toast to their plan to destroy the earth…
THROUGH DANCE.
And Robert De Niro was on his way to buy a sandwich and bottle of Robitussin and just walked in front of a camera but they kept it.
Frans in low places.
Someone karaoked “Friends in Low Places” on Friday night, so Banksy and I got this awful idea.
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