i had so much to say...

and yet, now....

i don't...

fuck it. fuck it all.

i saw a commercial for a movie coming out soon. "Bewitched". are you fucking kidding me?
has hollywood no original ideas whatsoever? the fucking "longest yard", "bewitched", "spiderman", "the incredible hulk".

my prediction: i dream of jeannie will hit the theatres within two years. mark it, count it, score.


the fucking longest yard with adam sandler and chris rock.

jesus christ.

at least burt reynolds played college football at florida state and is somewhat believable as a quarterback. adam sandler as paul crew is a goddamn joke.

here would be my remake of "Bewitched".

i will be be playing the role of darren stevens.

scene: (inside the steven's home)

Me: "Samantha, twinkle your nose and make your tits bigger. and then twinkle your nose again and make three of you. and then one of you blow me, and the other one fuck me, and the other one can lick my balls. no wait, make four of you."

Samantha: "okay"

Me: "did i say to make your tits big and shit? yeah, do that."

Samantha: "are these big enough?"

Me: "No"

Scene out......

dude, i watched "toby keith: homecoming" on cmt last night. don't ask me why.

i just have to work myself up into a goddamn boiling pile of hate every once in a while.

here's a quote from toby covel, himself.

"well, i had to make a decision when the oil business went bust and i knew the usfl wasn't going anywhere."

yeah, like you had a chance to play in the usfl, toby.
you were playing fucking semi pro football in oklahoma. why don't you tell us where you played college ball, toby? semi pro football is equivalent to B league softball. guys who sit around in bars and talk about how their coaches fucked them over and how they would have been great if they hadn't hurt their knees or their shoulders or some other bullshit. like he sat around and pondered if he was gonna go to the usfl and play with hershel walker and steve young and fucking jim kelly. give me a fucking break, toby.

just go sit around with your "songwriting partner", scott emerson and crank out some more songs for the american people. some more earthy, rootsy songs for the common man about drinking beer on tailgates and driving on dirt roads and shit. go not compromise some more and sell some trucks.

i am so pathetic.

i have nothing better to do than blast toby keith.

scott, this is a note to yourself.

if you can't do any better than this garbage, please kill yourself. or at least quit blogging. this is ridiculous. stay in bed and eat cereal and watch "masterminds" some more. thank you.


say goodnight gracie.

goodnight gracie,

scott