Why? What? Who? Meh.

Hollyweird has seriously lost it's mother loving mind. Well, it was close before, but dude. Ok so first I posted about the loss of my Sebastian Bach, way back last year sometime...



I weep. I do. Scrog you for doing that to yourself, Baz.

But at least I still had Val.



Holy Fuckballs, Batman. You were Jim Morrison! And, and, and John Holmes! And and and oh the times we shared together, Val. But I will no longer fraternize with you. I will no longer be able to drool over your movies, because from here on out, I will be comparing you to Dom DeLouise, and not The Lizard King.

Iceman has left the building people.

Then there is this shit, which just makes me go, Meh?


Yeah, Carrot Top's on roids dude. Ok, I shouldn't say that...maybe it's all natural. Just like Jennifer Aniston's nose.

Or Star Jones' marriage.

Ok, I'm going away from this box now before some rabid Hollyweird agent named Artie slaps me with a lawsuit.

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