As a bloodthirsty, dorsal-finned sea predator, your buddy The Shark isn’t one to normally elicit much emotion (unless of course, a boatload of fat, jolly pirates capsizes in my waters). However tonight, I’ve gotta admit, I’m pretty ecstatic after watching my favorite NFL team, The NY Giants, shove the chum right back into the Dallas Cowboys’ overconfident faces by whooping their asses in Texas. Go Big Blue! We share colors, what can I say? Hey, did you really expect me to root for a team from a fucking landlocked state? C’mon! I have a better chance of eating an Eskimo than I do a cowboy.
Hey, is anyone else as obsessed with this Weekend At Bernie’s check scam story as I am? In case you hadn’t heard (or you’re just too lazy to click the goddamn link and read for yourself), two cracked-out old dudes wheeled their friend’s corpse around midtown Manhattan in an office chair, pretending he was still alive, in order to cash his $300 Social Security check. I’ll be honest, I’m kind of jealous of these guys. I wish I had the balls to attempt a scheme based entirely around the plot of seminal 80′s necro-comedy Weekend At Bernie’s, starring the inimitable Jonathan Silverman and Andrew McCarthy.
What’s most shocking to me is that Andrew Silverman WASN’T involved in the scam. God knows that guy could use $300 right now. Or even $30. I mean, the only thing he’s been in since Weekend At Bernie’s is Weekend At Bernie’s II.
I think if this crazy affair turns into a made-for-TV-movie (don’t laugh, with the writer’s strike, it’s entirely possible), they should cast Andrew McCarthy as one of the leads:
A.Because he needs the work and
B.Because I think the amount of irony generated might literally destroy the entire universe.
Alright, enough jibber jabber for tonight, let me get to the meat (human – yum) and potatoes (ehhh) of the post – All of the crazy new shit we’ve got going on this week over at Uncensored Interview, like our new friends Oppenheimer, the best Northern Irish Indie Pop band this side of Belfast. Yeah, and they talk with those crazy thick Irish accents that make it hard for you to understand a single word that they’re saying, but you still nod your head anyway, just to be polite, and also so that they don’t stab you with half a beer bottle.
i thought he was pretty easy to understand.
and he doesn’t really seem like the stabbing type….
The Irish accent is dreamy.