Sunday, March 05, 2006

And on the seventh day God said....

"Let there be a show where Hollywood celebrates its own by giving out...I don't know....little gold, bald guys....yeah that's good"......and he saw....and it was too long, but that's besides the point.

The Oscars go tonight. Which is great because it gives us yet another excuse to drink and act stupid. Not that we needed a reason for either, but it helps to have something to blame the impending hangover on.

Much thanks go to the Mayor and the citizens of Mitchieville who helped with shooter names for this year's event. If you are coming to the gala, know you will be ambushed by one or more of the following shooters:

Good Night and Good Luck's- Pinko
Capote's -Lisping Prick
Crash's -Racist Mother Fucker
Munich's -Weinstein's Revenge
and
Brokeback Mountain's -Turd Herder

4 comments:

The Mayor said...

I'm getting a head start on the night. I've already started vomitting.

Rycrisp said...

I understand that you fingered The Mayor and hurt his anus last night. I hope your stay in him will be enjoyable, you (fabulous)nazi.

Anonymous said...

How can a person with 16 points beat a guy that had 18 points? What are you running here, an Oscar party or a fucking ludicrous game show? Nazi.

Strange said...

Rycrisp you are uninformed. It was my thumb, not my finger and it was as he was arriving. He had all night with the assistance of a bottle of "Bitters" to mend.