My boyfriend tried to read this in its original form last night (yes, we watched Mike and Molly and yes, we even watched it with a DVR and paused on the vanity card...fuck off haters)... and as he tried to read it aloud to me (since even with my glasses, I couldn't have hacked it), I kept stuttering over the words like he was a Firth on fire, not believing their ridiculousness. Eventually, I just yelled "Stop, stop, stop!" like a hooker in Charlie Sheen's closet.
If you really want to have your mind blown, pop "Bree Olson" in a search engine and see what kind of no-holes-barred action Charlie gets every night. Oh, and he also lives with a model (who presumably helps Bree service Charlie on a regular basis).
What is wrong with your gender? Why would these two women, so clearly able to get whatever they want from virtually any man alive, pick Charlie fuckin' Sheen???
Here they are in domestic bliss: http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/41845229/n…
see ? this is how mens who think they civilized be doing it. meh, whatevs i want to see these bitches toss some heels, rip some weave and scratch some face.. but then again. ..i'm from chicago....
Quoting Jung? Pretty high fallutin for a peddler of crap television. That guy is more full of it than Sheen. Nice post.
I like how he vasillates between existential b.s. and folksy b.s. He's smart, but he chooses to lower himself to a level with the common folk. Complete pandering, arrogance. Totally L.A.
@12: Fnarf, there are a million rich guys out there who aren't complete train wrecks, whom I'm sure are willing to pay for sex with a smoking hot porn star. Why Charlie Sheen? Why pick THAT guy? Bree Olson's incredible fuckability and patented multi-orgasmic enthusiasm are wasted on him and his shriveled, coke-riddled penis.
@14 and @16 are robbing me of my revelation that, after reading its creator's response, if Charles were to write a television show, it might be something just like Two and a Half Men.
Dag! I wonder if the "it's parody" gang isn't right? Some of those vanity card thingies are pretty knowing. From his "A Few Thoughts on Turning Fifty-Three":
I am now capable of injuring my shoulder by brushing my teeth.
I no longer exude testosterone. If anything, I exude Crestor and Tums.
When beautiful young women look at me, they instinctively know, on a deep genetic, cellular level, that I can buy them a house. I do sit-ups anyway.
I've begun to resent young men and find reassurance in the knowledge that most of them can't go around buying houses for young women.
If you watch Lorre's show "Big Bang Theory" all the way to the end, at the end of the credits there is a white screen with some huge screen on it from Lorre. They are usually funny-ish, which usually excuses them for being pretentious navel-gazing self-pity.
@20: Maybe not parody per se, but definitely mocking Sheen by communicating in his own language. Like telling Mudede that the problem with his work is the gaucheness of focusing on neoliberalism in a culture that's so symbollically focused on the typical conflicts inherent in power and egocentricity, when we really need the dynamicism of the whole.
Linds, I love you and all, but I'm an obsessive reader of Chuck Lorre's vanity cards. I know his writing style as well as I know yours and this is something different altogether: this is Sheen-ly satire. And it's pretty good satire at that.
I hope Mudede's getting paid beaucoup, and that Savage is OK with him spending so much time moonlighting as a ghostwriter for Lorre & Sheen.
What is wrong with your gender? Why would these two women, so clearly able to get whatever they want from virtually any man alive, pick Charlie fuckin' Sheen???
Here they are in domestic bliss: http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/41845229/n…
Has anyone ever seen Mudede and Lorre in the same room?
I like how he vasillates between existential b.s. and folksy b.s. He's smart, but he chooses to lower himself to a level with the common folk. Complete pandering, arrogance. Totally L.A.
He paid another porn star $30,000 for one night.
They don't even have to have that much sex for the money, at least not with Charlie; cokeheads can't get it up.
Parody alert ... Parody alert ... Parody alert ... Bwap, bwap, bwap!