So, I’m minding my own business, when out of nowhere, I end up watching the movie “Drag Me To Hell”. I’m not one to watch scary (or supposedly scary) movies. In my mind, the only ones worth watching are anything Freddy Kruger related and the Final Destination series, though I consider that more thriller. Out of sheer boredom and curiosity however, I say fuck it.
With that being said, this movie is catergorized in the same light as Ben Affleck’s monologue from Chasing Amy,….so awful its outstanding. I may have laughed as often, if not more, as I did watching Anchorman for the 2nd time. “I’m giving it back Beitch!!!” Really?
Did this blatantly blonde chic, who looked like an extra from Bring It On 5, just say that? The old lady yanks out a handful of this chic’s hair like atleast three times, yet she struts in the next scene like Farrah fucking Fawcett (the living version). There’s a goat who calls her a whore. Fucking AWESOME!!! This movie is so god damned awful, you MUST borrow it (notice I didn’t say rent or buy) from someone. Even funnier than any one of the “Scary Movie” movies.
On an uglier note, I’m on the south shore train, on my way to class, fucking with my “negro” berry, when a guy looks over and asks “Is that a blackberry?”. I goes “yeah?”. He retorts “Well you what they say, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.”. What? Did you just seriously engage me in lame, witless, unnecessary banter? Seriously?
Once upon a time, there was a stunningly bad ass 16 year old boy had a birthday party in which all his closest friends and family were invited. At some point during the extravaganza, this boy noticed someone he didn’t know sitting in a corner by himself, enjoying birthday cake and the sounds of DJ M.O.E. (which was never that enjoyable to begin with). Confusion set in the boy, and without hesitation, he approached the stranger. “What’s up? You having a good time?” says the boy. The stranger responds with several urban versions of the word yes. The boy shakes his hand and begins to walk away, with more questions than he had before the exchange. The stranger stops the boy with a “hey”, and then says “Happy Birthday homie”. The boy is now satisfied with the stranger. My point? Who gives a shit that those people “crashed” the White House party? They were there to have a good time, they didn’t attempt an assassination, so what’s the issue? Should the Secret Service be embarassed? Definitely! But let’s be honest, how much effort of protection do you really think they’re putting forth for Barack Obama? Do you think for a moment they would’ve gotten into a George Bush party?

Nuff Said,
Keef