It’s been a long and busy day but I got a lot of great sets of famous people. I proceed on my way home when I get a tip for Batman. No, not the real one but the actor who played him. The tip was all the way on Sunset Blvd but I’ve never shot him before so I said what the hell, let’s go get Batman. So, I drive to Blvd of broken dreams.
When I get there the valet tells me he just got here 20 minutes ago and he seemed to be in a great mood. That was reassuring because I’ve never shot him before and it’s always different when you shoot someone new. You never know if they’re going to be cool with it or a total asshole. But I was a fan of all his movies and he seemed like a cool guy. I check my gear and proceed to get my target.
I look inside the restaurant which he was the only one inside with his son, laughing and having a good time. Looking at him, it seemed like he was a cool dude. So, I pull out my shit, pointing at him then I take my shot. I get a couple of frames off before he final notices me. I calmly put my shit away and give him the thumbs up. That’s how I personally say thank you for people I shoot even though it’s still a fucked up process of stalking and hunting.
I confidently start walking back to my car thinking about watching his latest flick when I get back to the house. All the sudden I see the valet with a concerned look on his face pointing behind me. It was Batman running after me on Sunset Blvd. Everything was in slow motion like in the movies but this Batman had a potty mouth.
“Hey, asshole,” Batman shouts to me.
I look around saying, “Me?”
“Yeah, dickhead. I didn’t come back from a long shoot from the East coast to deal with assholes fucking up my day with my son. You need to get the fuck out of here before I END YOUR WORLD. I fucken know people pal. They would end you in a heartbeat.”
Batman was in my face as I could smell spaghetti coming off his breathe as he berates me on Sunset Blvd with his saliva landing on my face with each word he shouts to me. I could see the valet around us looking as shocked as I was, seeing Batman losing his shit.
Before I get a word, he gives me a shoulder bump like if we were on the playing ground and I stole his lollipop. I started to chuckle a bit, which didn’t help the situation as I could see the veins in his eyes become blood-red. He calms himself down for a bit asking me,
“Are you going to leave?”
I take a step back saying,
“No. But I love you’re movies.”
He shakes his head in frustration and walks back to the restaurant. Before he walks in he takes one more look at me not as Batman but just another man wondering and thinking about the choices he made in his life. I stand firm not swaying my gaze as he gives me a nod, then he walks in. I pay the valet and all of them give me a high-five because they recognized I was in a fight.
I might have not won the battle but I think I got the respect from Batman.
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Today is National Pigs-In-A-Blanket Day! This delicious finger food is popular with kids and cocktail party guests all across the world. In fact, there are many different cultures that have their own unique twist on this comfort food classic.
In the United Kingdom, pigs-in-a-blanket are small sausages wrapped in bacon. People traditionally serve them as Christmas dinner appetizers. In Israel, kids enjoy Moshe Ba’Teiva (Moses in the Ark), which are miniature hot dogs rolled in a ketchup-covered puff pastry and baked in the oven. In the United States, pigs-in-a-blanket are hot dogs or Vienna sausages wrapped in biscuit or croissant dough and baked until golden brown. Yum!
No matter where you are or how you decide to cook your pigs-in-a-blanket, make this tasty finger food for dinner tonight and serve it with a side of ketchup.
Tell us how do you like your Pigs-In-A-Blanket?
According Yahoo UK, a group of Native American actors have walked off the set of an Adam Sandler movie, complaining about offensive stereotypes.
Loren Anthony told the Associated Press news agency he and eight other actors left the production of The Ridiculous Six on Wednesday.
He said the filmmakers had rejected their concerns about the satirical Western’s portrayal of Apache culture.
Anthony said producers told them to leave if they felt offended by the script, which he said included offensive names for Native American female characters.
A spokesman for Sandler’s production company, Happy Madison Productions, did not immediately comment.
But Netflix, which will release The Ridiculous Six, defended the film.
“The movie has ridiculous in the title for a reason: because it is ridiculous,” a Netflix spokesperson told Deadline on Thursday.
“It is a broad satire of Western movies and the stereotypes they popularised, featuring a diverse cast that is not only part of – but in on – the joke.”
Nick Nolte and Steve Buscemi co-star in the movie, which began shooting this month in Santa Fe and northern New Mexico.
Credit: Actor Loren Anthony stands next to a seated Adam Sandler on the set of ‘Ridiculous Six.’
What do you think, should have the actors quit or did they just overreact?
Most celebrity interviews aren’t meant to be challenging. The actor, actress, or director wants to promote their movie, you want to talk to Iron Man about getting paid to smash things for a living, or whatever. When an informal chat that begins with questions about being a fan of superheroes as a child gets too real, though, the interviewee might walk out on the interviewer.
That’s what happened between Channel 4 News presenter Krishnan Guru-Murthy and Robert Downey, Jr., when Guru-Murthy awkwardly brought up the Avengers‘ star’s “colourful past.” Go six minutes into the clip, and you see RDJ’s breathing get heavier as Guru-Murthy nervously asks whether he’s “free” from drinking and drugs. Downey think it’s getting “too Diane Sawyer,” and he bails.
Which brings me to the point that you should never bring up Ironman’s Father!!!
Do you think he made a good call in walking out? What would have you’ve done if you were in RDJ’s situation?
When did the online
version of me
become better than
the real me.
There’s something wrong
with the world
when people want to hang out
Where we spend half our lives
looking at nugget porn
watching untalented people
making a fool of themselves
to extend their 15 mins of whoring.
Don’t I have enough pixels,
aren’t I better than HD quality?
Didn’t I receive enough
likes on my page?
How many followers do you need
to be consider someone to like?
Fuck your LEFT
The Oracle was right
we’re all trapped
in cyber purgatory
permanently signed on
for whole world to judge
as our footsteps gets traced,
without us even knowing
consenting to it.
Building a case
that the real you
the virtual you
is much better
because they can
the real me
my digital footprint
my Google searches
for Carrot Top.
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“I’m never drinking again,” said Seth.
As we tried to get our shit together after another night of debauchery with the crew inside C.I.C (Combat Intelligence Central) still pretty drunk from the night before. Good thing C.I.C was a dark place with the latest high tech gadgets monitoring terrorist activities around the world but I was just super glad there wasn’t any bright lights to show any incriminating evidence on our faces.
“Seth, do you have a black eye?”
“What? When the hell did that happen.”
“It was probably when you got punch by that gay Arabian guy at that super gay club,” said Skuba.
“What?” from a very confused Seth.
“Listen. I did want tell you but when you get black out drunk you kinda turn gay, which is cool, I mean we don’t ask but don’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah, you pulled us into this real dark club with bunch of Arabian dudes making out then you got into fight with this really hairy dude with his shirt off talking about marrying his camel or something,” said Skuba as he was eating a bag of tuna.
“What the fuck?” said Seth.
“Oh yeah, I remember now it was right after we got kicked out of our hotel because we trashed our whole floor.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t after we started a fight with those Army cunts at Planet Hollywood,” asking Skuba.
“Wild Turkey should be banned from public consumption,” said Seth having a look of regret.
“Why the hell are you eating that bag of tuna?” Looking at Skuba.
“Because dolphins are smart and it’s making me smarter,” confidently said by Skuba.
“You do realize Dolphins don’t eat themselves,” as Seth eats a bag of oats trying to put some kinda of food down his stomach.
“Is that why you’re eating that bag of oats?” I ask Seth.
“Of course not. I’m a thoroughbred. I need oats to feel strong,” stuffing half a bag of oats without water down his mouth.
“Duh asshole. I’m a dolphin, Seth is a horse and you’re an asshole,” said Skuba eating his bag of tuna.
What the fuck is the matter with us as I thought looking my crew inside Combat Intelligence Central, which at the current moment the most intelligent thing about the room was all those expensive machines and certainly not the monkeys working on them.
“Alright stop with the tomfoolery,” shouted the Captain as he stepped into C.I.C as we stand in attention. Our cap was a former linebacker for “The” Ohio State University, which he was still big as a fridge and still aggressive as fuck. I respected him a lot but I could not shake off his Tom Selleck mustache. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, which I kept thinking what he would like in a Hawaiian shirt?
“Listen boys, these men are our high target priorities for this month. Please study these faces because they are Axes of Evil.”
As the Captain put up America’s Most Wanted on the War Board, I just kept thinking he’s perfect man for this post because we are a bunch of babies, who need a spanking but I just wished Steve Guttenberg was here to help us out. Fuck Ted Danson!
“Your job men is explore, identity, evaluate, implement then execute. We are the architects that plan out the master plan then we execute putting the hammer down!”
We stand in attention again after that motivating speech as the Captain leaves C.I.C.
“You guys know what the hell Her Alibi was talking about,” asking Skuba.
“I think he was telling us get more tuna and oats at the commissary, then get some ice cream,” as Seth throws up his oats at the nearest trash can.
“I’m never drinking again,” said Seth holding the trashcan like his baby.
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