Afleveringen
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âReal Men,â and the Jim Belushi conundrum. If you can believe this, thereâs actually a handful of decent-sounding original movies on the horizon! Good news for my stuff. (Well, âpotentially,â as always) I may have gotten fired, again. A lengthy (as usual) Mission Impossible 8 review.
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Iâm back. Maybe. The sad truth about the animal crossing bridge on the 101. Starbucks probably got rid of their brownie, because it was my favorite treat from there, and anything that I like in this life will be systematically taken away from. (Like TGI Fridays) The two-cookie conundrum. Restaurant workers that donât put utensils in their Doordash orders should literally be dragged to hell. I put up 265, no sweat! The untapped potential of Cyril Rampahosa. You thought âDiddy partiesâ were rough, wait til you hear about Hussein parties! Deadguy is still bringin it.
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Zijn er afleveringen die ontbreken?
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I went to the opening of David Mametâs new movie âHenry Johnsonâ the same day James Foley died, who directed the movie version of Mametâs most famous work, and I was in nerd utopia. I also went to see the Accountant 2 (âtWoOo?!â) so that you donât have to. Thank you for your ears, throughout the years.
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Five double o! I recount the colorful history of this here podcast. A fellow traveler in Los Angeles car wash-dom. The Studio, and the tragedy of Seth Rogan. The trouble with Instagram titties. Iâm finding the rhythms for my rebound girl, the LA Fitness on Coldwater and Victory. The trouble with Jon Hamm, and Apple TV shows round up. (Who made the cut? Who didnât? HOW EXCITING IS THIS)
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Pee jug. One less jerk at work. Hittin pavement for puss. Another show I wonât go. Pizza extortion and casting exasperations. Thunderbolts, that new Marvel movie. âThe best one since End Game!â
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White Men Canât Jump was the pinnacle of positive black/white relations in the United States. Fuck Robert Rodriguez and his can-do attitude. I spent the afternoon with a BIG MOVIE STAR, and got 3rddegree burns on my tongue from a fish taco. (Possibly)
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We need a reverse middle finger. For Christâs sakes. The Last Of Them. The Rockford Files. Warfare. Sinners. Assault & Slattery.
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I flew back to Buffalo for my & my nephewâs birthday.
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Still on the rebound after having my heart broken. (By the LA Fitness closing at Coldwater and Chandler) You basically need the shields from the Tim Burton Batman Batmobile in LA if you want your car to not be destroyed, broken into, vandalized, etc. I definitely go to Chipotle too much. I messed around with AI images and it blew my feeble mind. Mr Penis Powers came to town, and lead to a plethora of gallivanting. Seeing King Of Comedy in a theater was a whole different experience than I would have anticipated.
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Snow White? More like âsâno successful MOVIE!â I tell you about a bunch of movies in the pipeline; some good, some bad. (Mostly bad) I went to see Refused at the historic Shrine Auditorium, and also took a gander at the house that Bugsy got his eyeball blown out in. I had a myriad of thoughts about both.
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I donât care if I have to walk over a desert of thumbtacks to get where Iâm going, I cannot handle being a passenger in other peopleâs cars anymore. A workout in Tijuana. A plethora of fast food incompetence. (Itâs spreading) A night of metal at the Viper Room. The banana thief. The Coalesce conundrum.
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Id like to âexciseâ the asshole that came up with the âexcise taxâ from planet earth. Iâm so tired of arbitrary and ever-growing surcharges for almost everything conceivable. Stop casting Michael Fassbender as an urbane spy and/or hitman. Iâve had it with âGrandma-la Anderson;â PUT SOME MAKE UP ON, YOU FUCK. The stranded astronauts came back to earth, but thereâs more to this story than we really got. No one cares about JFK assassination. I spend a lot of time talking about 70s crime film âPrime Cut.â
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A whimsical evening at the Comedy Store. Weâre up to 25% chance on Misfits, fam! This is wild! The Deftones concert. Charlie Kirk at CSUN. A weekend of shooting out in the desert with my amigos(?)
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I finally finished this goddamn Misfits project, so you wonât have to hear about it anymore. (Unless something actually happens with it. 6% chance, hopefully the Bureau is understaffedâŠ) Iâd like to give most replies on Craigslist a Craigs-fist. The third favorite LA Fitness in 20 years is closing, because of course it is. A problem with my Harley that would only happen to me. Gene Hackman leaves us guessing, and stop bothering me about Epstein. Berenstein Bears Paradox: âhomeless people are crazyâ line, from Speed. I went to a Back To The Future event, and realized Iâm so fucking old that half the things portended for the future IN sci fi movies are actually happening. (And much of it turned out to be pretty gay)
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What a lovely Wednesday mourning! Colonoscopy extravaganza. Adventures in Los Angeles customer service, starring Luke Allen and Eric Rocha. Going to see Deftones next week, but of course there has to be a catch, because god hates me.
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Polish Brandon is a special guest this week, because I had fuck-all to talk about for 488. I needed back up. We talk about LA haircuts, the Superbowl a little bit (rare sports talk!), freezing your shit, and working at a bowling alley that lots of famous people came into. (And we had to deal with) You can hear more from this son of an onion on his weekly podcast, The Liquor License. One.
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There are refugee camps in Gaza with better amenities and less issues than my god forsaken apartment. There always has to be âone weirdo.â Robâs birthday part II (itâs never too late!) and the gun range with Vince.
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Calve-raped by a dog at the gym, and my first stand up comedy set/mic in over a year. (Fuck it) Bobâs Big Boy. Fuck anyone that pre-emptively beeps at you at a red light. Iâm getting bi-coastally fucked by the two worst governors in the country. (Details inside) âC.O.M.â movie marathon with mister Eric Rocha.
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Fuck âthe fountain of youth,â just give me a ripe banana. The thing about The Thing. God got so tired of the California fires, he put them out himself. I forgot about the time Chris Hardwicke fucked me over.
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David Lynch died. Stop making movies about the wolfman. I dip my toe into the whimsical world of AI creation, and it was annoying, and confusing. Really taking the âableâ out of âGable,â and how Hollywood has essentially fucked me in the ass with no lube for 15 years and running because I dare to âtry.â Bored-walk Empire. The air is still horrendous and fires are STILL goingâŠthree weeks later, in this alleged 1st world country/state.
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