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Toilet Fleet wrote:I'm having dinner with Victor Garber on June 7th.

Don't worry, I had to look him up too: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Garber

! I was filmed doing/talking science for a few minutes by this guy, who I totally had to google
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0936464/

aaaaaaaaaaaand there's a thread that needs bumping

I shit bigger than Sully Erna.

Would you mind elaborating in detail how much of a fag Sully Erna is?

Gee, where to start.

He brought a weight machine with him. I dropped off the parts in his dressing room and one of his numerous do-nothing cronies (all famous people have these - minions who don't actually do anything but bitch about how cold it is in the venue and other banalities) tried to order me to put it together. I told her she had to suck my dick first, in so many words, and went back to my real job.

He complained that the keys on the grand piano were too shallow. As in, when he pressed the keys down, the hammers hit sooner than he liked. "Can we fix that?" he asked. "No," came the answer. No, Sully Erna, I will not disassemble this grand piano and reconstruct it to your preference before sound check.

He had more people fucking about backstage after the show than any show I've seen in that size venue. Not even rappers, who need to invite every homie that was ever tangentially related to them, had as many people. And I shouldn't have to tell you what absolute fucking scum Sully Erna fans are. This one slobbering drunk bovine bitch kept standing precisely in the path of the gear that was being unloaded from the venue. After asking her to move for the tenth time, she called me a "loser". I could only laugh. And laugh.

The very last piece of "gear" that needed to be loaded out was the wardrobe case - and of course Sully Erna had to stand right in front of it while he schmoozed with his shit-for-brains admirers. He said "yeah, in a minute" when we asked him to move THREE FEET to his left so we could finish and go home. He stood there for fifteen minutes.

Really, this is no worse than the kind of fuckstickery you can expect from any famous person, but that just makes me all the madder. Sully Erna isn't even creative at being a piece of shit.

Hell yeah, story is awesome. I applaud scorn you for not having someone record a quick video of you dumping a deli spread over some Sully-esque douche's head for sweet YouTubage/Tosh.0 action.
Is the little Tapout Shirt douche all of 5' 3"?

Ogre of Disgust wrote:Hell yeah, story is awesome. I applaud scorn you for not having someone record a quick video of you dumping a deli spread over some Sully-esque douche's head for sweet YouTubage/Tosh.0 action.

I wouldn't waste getting fired/Youtube famous over Sully Erna. Surely there are more worthy targets.

Ogre of Disgust wrote:Is the little Tapout Shirt douche all of 5' 3"?

The houselights were out and for about 20 minutes I thought he was the sound guy's kid.

Today is better. David Crosby let me play his no brand name Brazillian-made acoustic.

I didn't know who Sully Erna is, so googled him, and seeing his picture gave me literal douche chills. I actually shuddered and felt that unsettling tingling in my spine.

wow, had to google him too. yikes.

How Are Mortiis Goatse?! wrote:I didn't know who Sully Erna is, so googled him, and seeing his picture gave me literal douche chills. I actually shuddered and felt that unsettling tingling in my spine.

+1

Engelbert Humperdinck's drummer has a double-bass pedal.

James Van Praagh, one of these pop "psychics" that pretends to talk to dead people, is coming in October. I wonder if recording the show and commentating on it would fall under the fair use clause. I've always wanted to see this bullshit live, without the aid of TV editing.

What did Tennessee Ernie Ford's speaking voice sound like?

How tall is James Aurness?

Did Don Rickles ever tell you how dumb this thread is?

Don Rickles says you ain't in these trenches.

Engelbert Humperdinck brought a fat lady from the audience up onstage, sat her in a chair, rubbed his Vegas-grade pelted man tits all over her and gave her the privilege of mopping his greasy torso with red hankerchief. Then...

Engelbert Humperdinck to fat lady: "Aren't you a specimen. You and your friends know there are starving kids in Africa, right? I bet if I kicked you off this chair, you'd rock yourself to sleep trying to get back up".

Respect earned.

Eight Foot Manchild wrote:Engelbert Humperdinck to fat lady: "Aren't you a specimen. You and your friends know there are starving kids in Africa, right? I bet if I kicked you off this chair, you'd rock yourself to sleep trying to get back up".

Eight Foot Manchild wrote:I bet if I kicked you off this chair, you'd rock yourself to sleep trying to get back up".

Holy shit holy shitsholhotst;ajlkaenger

I bet they had really smelly, abusive old person sex later that night, too

[quote="Eight Foot Manchild"
Engelbert Humperdinck to fat lady: "Aren't you a specimen. You and your friends know there are starving kids in Africa, right? I bet if I kicked you off this chair, you'd rock yourself to sleep trying to get back up".
[/quote]

That's...that's too awesome to be true

Ogre of Disgust wrote:[quote="Eight Foot Manchild"
Engelbert Humperdinck to fat lady: "Aren't you a specimen. You and your friends know there are starving kids in Africa, right? I bet if I kicked you off this chair, you'd rock yourself to sleep trying to get back up".

That's...that's too awesome to be true[/quote]

yeah this is a bit

not taking away from its awesomeness but...come on. this really happened?

We report, you decide.™

Eight Foot Manchild wrote:James Van Praagh, one of these pop "psychics" that pretends to talk to dead people, is coming in October. I wonder if recording the show and commentating on it would fall under the fair use clause. I've always wanted to see this bullshit live, without the aid of TV editing.

u r like,soo lucky!

Christopher Guest is five feet away, hitting on a nineteen year-old usher. Gonna try to record the conversation in Garageband.

Eight Foot Manchild wrote:Christopher Guest is five feet away, hitting on a nineteen year-old usher. Gonna try to record the conversation in Garageband.