What next; Clint Eastwood gets his period?
Published April 6th, 2006 in 24, TelevisionNever mind why I was reading it, check this out from today’s Scoop (last item):
When Rolling Stone asked “24” tough guy Kiefer Sutherland what was the last movie he cried at, he replied: “The last movie I cried at? Oh, [bleep]. Oh, I’ll be honest with you. Oh, [bleep], I don’t know if I can. Oh, well. I think it was ‘Love, Actually.’ Yeah. I’m no different than anybody else.”
Cursing when you admit it doesn’t make you tougher, Keef; you’re still admitting that Love, Actually made you cry, which makes you different from plenty of people. Like me.
Now, far be it for me to look down on a man for crying at a movie. Just last week I was watching Armageddon, and… uh… my allergies really started acting up when Bruce Willis said goodbye to Liv Tyler. But two things bother me about Keifer’s statement. The first is that I have to assume Keifer watched a different Love, Actually than I did. Maybe in the director’s cut, everything doesn’t work out for everybody. Even the kid whose mom died got some action in that movie.
The second thing that bothers me is that… for cryin’ out loud, man, you’re JACK BAUER! I know there’s usually a line between fantasy and reality, but not in this case. If I ever see Keifer Sutherland and he isn’t armed, I’m going to be disappointed, and possibly terrified. Now he’s crying at Love Actually??? I hope he never sees You’ve Got Mail, or he’s going to be a wreck.
You read Scoop and know the plot details of Love, Actually
let he who is without wussy homo leanings cast the first stone
I can’t go first either, you’ve seen my pink, I mean salmon, underwear that I like to strut aorund in
(dry hump) On a similar, but not really related note, I was talking to Little Brother on the phone a couple days ago (dry humping). He was talking about the search terms that people who came to Underpantsontheoutside were looking for. The predominant term by a large margin was “dry humping,” as a result of the “Dry Humping a Supermodel” Posts.
Most likely these seekers of dry humping were terribly dissapointed and left the site before they could become as fantastically obsessed as GQS. Anywho, I say we start our own search engine campaign to incrase hits regarless of relevance. Maybe one of these dry-humpers (GQ?) will stay. Ok, let’s dry hump.
BTW, Big Brother was trying to dry hump me while writing that last post.
You should check your search logs in a couple weeks after the search engines have time to spider your site. Id wager that “blowjob” becomes the most searched term. as in “grilled cheese and a blowjob.” I now cant think about or hear someone order a grilled cheese without “blowjob” forever being attached. I dont know if it was happening before and just never noticed it, but now it seems whenever i go out people are talking about or ordering grilled cheese. Is it just me or is this happening to anyone else? anyone anyone….?
Wait??
What??
Ummmmm…..
I wouldn’t…
??
Can’t a guy just like another guy (in a purely brotherly way) with out being called all these names.
I happened upon this great sanctuary of nerd-ness, not while surfing for video of people rubbing on one another. In truth I found it after reading an article about short stories and those that can appreciate them.
I am but a man who appreciates the occasional comic book, the smell of body odor in a small comic shop, Friday night/Saturday morning Xbox romps, the shiny laminated Magic Card memember card in my worn wallet, a man called z, and his writings.
If those things make me strange than I will wear my cape with honor. For the cape wearers (sp?) before me and for those that will follow in my footsteps.
On a strange side note, there was a small sense of pride when I read big brothers jab’s, as if he had accepted me as his little e-brother. Strange?
on a contrapositive note, now, whenever I’m giving blowjobs, all I can think about are grilled cheese sandwiches. I don’t know if this was happening before and I just never noticed, but now, it seems like I’m always giving blowjobs. Is it just me, or am I sucking more dick these days…?
You are right, GQ, you little grilled cheese sandwich you. The sign of ridicule is the sign of acceptance.
all dry humping aside, I was very sad but mostly amused to read of the ‘ferry disaster in Djibouti’. I shit you not. 109 dead and that sucks, but there is a news item that will stand the test of time. It may not become a part of the blogging lexicon in the manner of grilled cheese and a blowjob, but it will be right up there with the raid on Harper’s ferry led by John Brown. I must refrain from all dry humping activities this week in memoriam of the ferry disaster in Djibouti.