It seems that the realty company which sold me my condo is actually going through with pitching their rather dull looking Reality series entitled ‘Gold Coast Realty’. I’m hoping the Writer’s guild strike is over before that can take place and the show gets axed, because honestly I DON’T want people to know where the hell I live…honestly! And now I’m starting to get a little self conscious about making stupid faces in the camera while getting drunk at the grand opening party these realtors threw last summer. Oh well, I really don’t care I suppose. My brief 15 seconds of fame will actually make me laugh…because honestly I was just peering into the camera wondering why in blazes I’m being filmed when I have absolutely nothing to say concerning the neighborhood I grew up in, at least nothing I’d really exert energy to dwell upon. My middle sister was blah blah blahing away into the camera while I stood there trying to stop from bursting out in laughter. What gets me are these souless idiot realtors who are trying to pass themselves off as Hollywood types. This video galvanized me, these beta males trying to look so alpha male. What they were were a bunch of used car salesmen. Who in their right minds would want to hear whatever rot came out of these nitwits mouths?
Oh if you watched the video, that diaper stain depicted as 'Shawn Clark' is a real asswipe.
You remember those 'what if' comics by Marvel hosted by 'The Watcher' where he describes what would've happened if this went down instead of blah blah blah...e.g. what if Venom possessed The Punisher instead of Eddy Brock?
My what if question for 'The Watcher' is what if Peter Parker were bitten by a Radioactive Roach?
He could survive nuclear fallout?
He could continue living after being beheaded for 48 hours
Can procreate x1000 faster than a Puerto Rican ex-con on Viagra.
Now I wanna make a damned time machine and go back and do shit to my own timeline...maybe create a evil little search engine called google. But then the timelords might send a temporal assassin after me to take me out...
And I would've bought the winning lotto ticket for the mega million jackpot...not some fucken moronic truckdriver in Indiana who'd spend all that fucken money in stocks for his favorite brand of beef jerky. Fucken hicks...
I ran across this awhile ago when a ex coworker showed it to me, quite crazy and funny at the same time. Apparently this kooky bastard submitted this video along with a 11 page resume to some investment bank in hopes of a job. This could very well be a SNL skit.