Show Me Potato Salad!

Yes, I know it's been 12 days since I last posted about the Freak Show. I apologize. It's kind of hard to write something new when you have eight days in a row of work and are trying to reverse the field on people who don't think you should be kept on full time.

Soooooo...

I'm pretty sure we just had our one year anniversary here at CPunchWorld. We'd like to thank you for your participation, patience and hate mail. Also, of the people that are sending in stuff, please don't send comments via the old blogger site. I won't know who you are that way. And if that's your motive then you are stupid and lame.

Some more random stuff to eat up space while I plan the next real column...

I learned a new drinking game last night called BeerDie (or BeerDi), however you spell the singular version of dice. Interesting little game. And it gets you F'ed up pretty quick. It's too complicated to explain so maybe one day I will with pictures to illustrate. Until then, take my word that it's a fun game and that if you play it hot women will have sex with you.

In other news, Marlboro sent me a pack of playing cards two weeks ago. They said it was a gift of some type however I'm not sure how I got on their mailing list considering I don't smoke or like going to flavor country. However, the cards are pretty badass. So thanks Marlboro. You guys are alright in my book. Playing cards should be your first priority. Worry about that whole lung cancer and emphysema thing later. It's not important. As long as I get my complimentary playing cards I'm all set.

Why does London keep getting attacked? Apparently the government is now saying similar attacks aren't a matter of "if" but "when" now. That's outstanding. Remind me to not take the subway ever again. I want to know why if we know where Osama is, or, excuse me, "have an excellent idea of" where he is, why we don't get him! I'm 99% sure terrorism is like Independence Day. Take out the mothership and the rest will die.

Speaking of motherships and aliens. War of the Worlds? Eh, really cool...until the last four minutes.

***SPOILER ALERT***

Why the balls do we need Morgan Freeman explaining the ending? If you need to explain it, it probably wasn't a good ending. Also, how the hell is the only apartment building in Boston not destroyed the one that Tom Cruise's wife's parents live in? Oh yea, they're all fine and dandy wearing their Sunday best. That's a load of crap. And there's no way the son is making it there by himself. After he splits with Tom there's no way. He's did within five minutes. Steven, you kicked ass for 90 minutes and then shat the bed with the last four. Uncalled for. Worst ending since that fat guy failed to kill himself after jumping off Niagra Falls.

And what's the deal with airplane peanuts??

Did anyone watch This Is Sportscenter last week? Wow, how fake it was. Not only did they screw up so much stuff but if there was anymore free ham we'd be in Jew heaven. Everyone on camera in the control room was talking way more than they ever do. All the lights and flashy stuff in the screening room isn't there. It was all for show. So stupid. One more anti-work story...

You know this 50 in 50 idea we have going on now? Not only does it have an annoying theme song by Canadian wonderboy Bryan Adams, but we allegedly stole the idea from Sports Illustrated. Good work out of you ESPN.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go suck up to some more bosses and get my TPS reports in. Booyah!