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I can’t watch the Oscars as I am allergic to people fawning and patting themselves on the back.
Let’s have an award show for people that actually make a fucking difference.“And for finding a cure for toe warts..the Oscar goes to….”
That I would watch.
Although you guys enjoying it is totally not a problem, I hope you all have fun.
I for one think Firefly and Serenity were as cool as shit but Frank flatly refuses to watch either of them.That’s cool too….at least he likes Eddie Izzard
NBLIANGW
I can’t watch the Oscars as I am allergic to people fawning and patting themselves on the back.
Let’s have an award show for people that actually make a fucking difference.“And for finding a cure for toe warts..the Oscar goes to….”
That I would watch.
Although you guys enjoying it is totally not a problem, I hope you all have fun.
I for one think Firefly and Serenity were as cool as shit but Frank flatly refuses to watch either of them.That’s cool too….at least he likes Eddie Izzard
NBLIANGW
Bing wrote:I can’t watch the Oscars as I am allergic to people fawning and patting themselves on the back.
Let’s have an award show for people that actually make a fucking difference.“And for finding a cure for toe warts..the Oscar goes to….”
That I would watch.
Although you guys enjoying it is totally not a problem, I hope you all have fun.
I for one think Firefly and Serenity were as cool as shit but Frank flatly refuses to watch either of them.That’s cool too….at least he likes Eddie Izzard
NBLIANGW
Who the actual winners and losers are doesn’t matter to me but the fact is, these people do make a difference to a lot of people. Imagine a world with no screen entertainment, it would suck ba-ad. I’d have to learn to read or pleasure a woman or something ludicrous ike that. So for them to celebrate the happiness they bring to us filthy masses is fine by me.
It’s not like they’re saving the planet but they keep plenty of us sane by creating these vortexes that can make us forget our toe warts and cloudy vaginal discharges and the seductive whispering voices of our psychotic urges for 100 minutes or so. These fuckers are working 29 hour days sometimes, under extreme presure, sometimes dangerous conditions, sand in their crack, 18 inch swamp leeches clamped to their nether regions, chased by polar bears and pterodactyls, lashed by 1600 mile an hour winds, stalked by rabid fans like Rusty and Armez (actual rabid fans, as in foaming at the mouth), away from people they love for decades at a time, internal organs wracked with frostbite, electrocuted by Sith lords … all to put a grin on our faces or lift us out of our stunting post-modern numbness and show us our humanity in a new way. They’re not the most heroic people in existence but they bring staggering amounts of joy into the world and that’s ultra fucking cool.
It’s too long and there are too many things I don’t care to see and who takes the gongs doesn’t matter but they only have about 68 awards shows a year and it seems churlish to deny them their fawning (I don’t know what churlish actually means but it cracks me up).
- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.
Bing wrote:I can’t watch the Oscars as I am allergic to people fawning and patting themselves on the back.
Let’s have an award show for people that actually make a fucking difference.“And for finding a cure for toe warts..the Oscar goes to….”
That I would watch.
Although you guys enjoying it is totally not a problem, I hope you all have fun.
I for one think Firefly and Serenity were as cool as shit but Frank flatly refuses to watch either of them.That’s cool too….at least he likes Eddie Izzard
NBLIANGW
Who the actual winners and losers are doesn’t matter to me but the fact is, these people do make a difference to a lot of people. Imagine a world with no screen entertainment, it would suck ba-ad. I’d have to learn to read or pleasure a woman or something ludicrous ike that. So for them to celebrate the happiness they bring to us filthy masses is fine by me.
It’s not like they’re saving the planet but they keep plenty of us sane by creating these vortexes that can make us forget our toe warts and cloudy vaginal discharges and the seductive whispering voices of our psychotic urges for 100 minutes or so. These fuckers are working 29 hour days sometimes, under extreme presure, sometimes dangerous conditions, sand in their crack, 18 inch swamp leeches clamped to their nether regions, chased by polar bears and pterodactyls, lashed by 1600 mile an hour winds, stalked by rabid fans like Rusty and Armez (actual rabid fans, as in foaming at the mouth), away from people they love for decades at a time, internal organs wracked with frostbite, electrocuted by Sith lords … all to put a grin on our faces or lift us out of our stunting post-modern numbness and show us our humanity in a new way. They’re not the most heroic people in existence but they bring staggering amounts of joy into the world and that’s ultra fucking cool.
It’s too long and there are too many things I don’t care to see and who takes the gongs doesn’t matter but they only have about 68 awards shows a year and it seems churlish to deny them their fawning (I don’t know what churlish actually means but it cracks me up).
- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.
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