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you know its really a great party game when a little while later you settle into the bath with a beer and your gameboy and all of the sudden a quiet voice in your head says, ‘there’s something about mary todd lincoln’
i saw maroon 5ive open for mission of burma. forced me to get so drunk i barely remember a lot of ’04.
Joe vs. the Volcano
the fantastic mr. FOX
hoUSe pArty
i laughed!
harry potter and the oliver stone
mount rushmore
you, me & everyone we know taxation without representation
J. Hector St. John de Crèvecœur & Silent Cal Strike Back
i would make the argument that touch upon in the end, based on the experience of watching top chef masters. that show, while stunningly congenial, gets boring fast. after a few weeks, the drama of the show is about who cooked their food less perfectly.
“both your scallops are perfect. but your delicious side-dish was just a touch less delicious. but actually, they were both great.”
top chef has to be on for a certain number of weeks, and the inevitable train-wreck of the first six or seven chef’s ends and then begins the enjoyable half of the season.
just an idea. i am not tom colloquia, man.
this spuma is making me thirtsy
from a purely culinary stand point, i feel i should point out (that padma had on a low-cut yellow dress on, and because it was a hot day, she was perspiring beautifully) scallop confit.
since top chef is essentially the most important part of my week (go hard!) i have so much to say, however, the most pressing development is inside of me!
i’ve watched all twenty seasons of this show, seen literally millions of chefs eliminated, and never once, even in pre-padma days, have i ever even glanced at gail simmons of food and wine magazine. then she said she like vodka. and all of the sudden, after two decades of top chef, i am like, who is that sorta-pretty woman who works for food and wine magazine?
last night i made a personal account of every time i wanted to hug her. it was like, six times. thats all i want. what i’m saying is, i want to give a long hug to gail simmons of food and wine magazine.
this all hinges on whether or not she says ‘spuma’ again.
non-grandaddy kid had an excellent line that was actually very close to “i’m sorry but i am going to poop on your raps.”
(look, i’m not listening to that again to verify it. but that graffiti is goin’ on yo tombstone)
oh you guys…
FORGET IT ABOUT IT
i tried a couple times to make a joke about your refreshing word choice, but instead i’ll just say, thanks!
for one shining moment, this had an upvote
1 flew over the cuckoos nest
you can make it up: the drug-addled brain of mr. cool accessories mistakes his own turd for an iphone and demands the staff fish it out and pack it in rice.
this could be done in the style of a news story.
last night i considered the fact that if somehow someone could gain from it, the people behind top chef could use different chefs every week until the final seven or eight were left and i would never realize.
what i mean to say is i recognized NOT ONE PERSON in this episode from the episode last week (which i watched more than once). i am not memorizing the cast of top chef! i will learn no one’s name, unless that name is hung.
where was that sassy gay guy or the Caribbean sangwich lady last week?? i’m gonna be suspicious if an asian guy with a mohawk and a fat beard guy show up next week BUT I ALSO WILL NOT NOTICE.
Tommy Wiseau reminds me of Mark E. Smith