Msot Embrassing Momnets: My Wrost Typos Ever
Read MoreYou can’t write thousands of poker tournament reports without making a few misstakkes.
Read MoreYou can’t write thousands of poker tournament reports without making a few misstakkes.
Imagine the possibilities.
The script reads as follows: Cheech and Chong win a free trip to Italy. While traveling, the old Pope resigns and a new Pope gets picked. The two dope heads somehow stumble into the Vatican. When the new Pope finally gets chosen, white smoke is traditionally released to the crowd gathered outside in Saint Peter’s Square, and a billion cheering worshipers watching worldwide.
Cheech and Chong. White smoke. You can pretty much figure out the rest.
At least the plot for “Cheech and Chong Visit the Vatican” would make sense.
But nothing makes sense in Catholicism.
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Read MoreChances are, you’ve never heard of Mark Fleddermann.
Until now.
Read MoreJames Randi defies description.
But I’m going to try.
Read MoreI can’t move any further to the left unless I want to weld myself to the fuselage. So now, it’s pork shank to pork shank. Man flesh to man flesh.
Read MoreThis a beautiful place filled with ugly people.
Read MoreThere’s a shadowy figure looming on the horizon. Worse, he’s headed straight towards me.
Shit.
Read MoreCan someone explain the logic behind “legal age” laws in this country?
How’s it possible that we allow 18-, 19-, and 20-year-olds to freely enlist in the military and perhaps even die a senseless death over in a faraway place — as indeed happens every single day — but these same brave young people can’t buy a beer?
Read MoreOver the years, I’ve written many provocative things. Some decent. Other things that fell flat. Here’s a comedic sketch (ala Lewis Black) I wrote, that pissed off lots of readers. See the comments section. I leave it up at my site for a few reasons — to show that our attitudes on things change over time and that it’s okay to aim and miss sometimes.
Read MoreI’ve watched every Academy Awards presentation since 1972.
And without any doubt, I can say this is the very worst year for movies in more than four decades. Nonetheless, I’m still going to be watching and cheering come Sunday night.
Here are my picks and preferences for each of the major categories: