03-25-2002, 05:02 AM
I have come home after a very masculine, testoterone, male night of playing hockey to, because my wife has control of the TV, the fucking OSCARS!!!
OH MY MOTHER FUCKING GOD, these things are so painful. I am banging my head on my desk, praying that I will knock myself unconscious so that I don't have to hear another lame joke, pity laugh, or another flaming cock-smoker self laudating his fucking self-important group.
you are fucking actors. you do not have a real job, you are barely artists. You are so full of yourselves...... couldn't the fucking Iraquis blow this fucking thing to hell? They would be doing us a service....
OH MY MOTHER FUCKING GOD, these things are so painful. I am banging my head on my desk, praying that I will knock myself unconscious so that I don't have to hear another lame joke, pity laugh, or another flaming cock-smoker self laudating his fucking self-important group.
you are fucking actors. you do not have a real job, you are barely artists. You are so full of yourselves...... couldn't the fucking Iraquis blow this fucking thing to hell? They would be doing us a service....