Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut
I only wrote one post last week, a fact that I attribute to
truly heroic cocktail intake a strange sense of ennui. The word “ennui” for those of you who don’t know, is French for… Oh, who fucking cares? We didn’t pull the snail-eaters’ asses out of the fire in World War II so we could speak French, for fuck’s sake. No, we did it because our GI’s in the European Theater were brave, and selfless souls who were also God-awful hungry for the poon. France just happened to be there, and a lack of razors or even basic hygiene was not going to deter our brave lads: They slept with the French women anyway.
Hahaha, I love making fun of the French because why not? They’re the French! What are they going to do about it?
Angry French Mob: We have your house surrounded! Come out now, you arrogant American bastard! We want your wine! (etc.)
Me: (walks outside wearing a stern and defiant expression)
Angry French Mob: (Shrieks/wets panties like a bunch of 5 year old girls, flees. Acts snotty to tourists forever.)
Anyway, I didn’t post much of anything last week. I didn’t feel lazy or depressed, I wasn’t too busy, I just didn’t feel like posting. That is, until I read the latest Celebrity Scandal, which quickly galvanized me to get up off my ass, fire up the ol’ computer and look up the word galvanize (It’s a city in Texas). It also made me decide to write a post because it reminded me of a person that needs to be on the People Whose Heads Look Like Peanuts list.
The scandal, for those of you who have had your head stuck in a roll of Val Kilmer’s back fat for the last week (more on that later), was that Sinead O’Connor decided to dole out some motherly advice for singer/actress/skank-ho Miley Cyrus. She did this out of an overabundance of love and possibly whiskey. Miley Cyrus did not appreciate being given career advice by someone who last had a hit when Vanilla Ice had yet to become a carny, and intimated that Sinead O’Connor was a couple of potatoes short of a famine, if you catch my drift.
The imbroglio escalated until Sinead O’Connor bum-rushed Miley Cyrus on the set of Saturday Night Live and blew them both to smithereens with a homemade blouse made of C4 and wool (always with the wool, those Micks). Actually, that didn’t happen. That’s just what we wanted to happen. What really happened was a bunch of open letters on Facebook, followed by snarky Tweets with emoticons… God damn it, whatever happened to fights with pool cues? You know who would have won if Sinead O’Connor and Miley Cyrus faced off with pool cues? EVERYONE.
To get back to my point (I’m pretty sure I had one), in one of the news items that popped up on my news feed, there was a photo of Sinead O’Connor now, and I was shocked. I thought it was Curly from the Three Stooges.
Now, I’m not going to make fun of Sinead O’Connor’s looks, for a couple of reasons. First of all, she was a striking young woman, and just because she got a little bit older doesn’t mean that we should make fun of her. Also, I’m not one to talk, especially after I was banned from the clock store for life. But her head does look like a peanut, doesn’t it? Here, look:
You can’t find her, can you? No one can. Her head looks like a peanut. And she’s not the only one. Here, for the first time in the history of mankind, is the official list of people whose heads look like peanuts.
If you have nominations for the People Whose Heads Look Like Peanuts list, by all means, send them in to email@example.com. We could make an ever expanding list of celebrities who look like peanuts until such time as this site is sued into the fucking ground by the powerful peanut cabal. Vegas has set the over/under at February, 2014.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Val Kilmer, holy shit, bud! What the fuck happened to you?
Now, I’m no stranger to a few pounds around the midriff. That’s to be expected when your liver is hooked directly to Anheuser-Busch with 1/2 inch PVC pipe. But damn! Aren’t celebrities supposed to have lots of time to exercise? He looks like he ate his physical trainer! Also, what’s that thing next to his right arm? It looks like he sat on and squashed the Predator.
Also, if he grew his hair out, you know who he’d look like?
Galvanize – +1
Ignorant geography humor for the win!
I’m just excited over the use of the word imbroglio.
It was between donnybrook and imbroglio, but in the end, I had to go with the one that reminded me of Ernest Borgnine when I read it.
In the 90s, I dated a guy who managed a band named Imbroglio.
I could be identified by that information by about … three or four people. I’ll bet they don’t read this blog. *nods*
Yeah, no one reads this rag. Except in Cameroon. I’m like the David Hasselhoff of Cameroon.
I’m the Carmen Miranda of my living room.
Screw UFC – I’d pay a lot to see Miley and Sinead in a pool cue cage match.
Got to add John McCain to your list:
Eh, I dunno. That lopsided jaw thing makes him look more like a cashew.
Your legal team could use that as a defense when the peanut cabal gets its panties in a twist…
Excellent point, counselor. Your honor, the defense calls for a 15 minutes recess…
(puff, puff, pass)
I misread that as “pantsless twist” and for 3 seconds, I was delighted.
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