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Let's all go to the movies, and let's all see the same movie, and let's discuss it here.
Gabe loves fan fiction. You Can Make It Up features his own personal alternate adventures starring some of our favorite characters.
After watching Death Sentence, a terrible movie starring Kevin Bacon as a father in search of vigilante justice directed by Saw's James Wan, Gabe embarked on The Hunt For The Worst Movie of All Time. This is his sad journey.
did he try to jump the line for an iphone with that line?
Number of times Jeremy London has asked “Do you know who I am?” without following it with “Jeremy London”? No times.
He thought the black squirrel was kidnapping all his acorns
I met Jeremy London once. I was walking down the street late at night, and he came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes. Startled I turned around to see who had accosted me only to see him with his head in a mailbox screaming something about Lambchop’s Playalong. When I helped him get his head out, he said to me, “Everyone will believe you,” and ran off.
True story.
Who doesn’t love climbing trees?
This is a HUGE tree. Why would he try to climb a tree so huge? He must have been forced to smoke drugs.
The BEST stuff happens when working nights at motels. My buddy was the night manager of a Ramada Inn in Louisiana, and Tom Sizemore was staying there for a few weeks while filming some bull shit. Every night he’d have the worst hookers with him, and occasionally he’d come to the desk wanting to mail packages, but the packages would have no addresses on them. The night clerks would always say, “We’re sorry Mr. Sizemore, but we cannot mail these packages!” and he’d just get angry and walk away leaving the packages. We were in my friend’s office at the Ramada Inn when he told me this story and I asked, “Well what the hell was in the packages?” He pulled out a stack of open bubble envelopes with no addresses (just stamps) and pulled out a CD labeled “Tom Sizemore Sex Art” in Tom Sizemore’s shitty handwriting. We popped it in his computer and he showed me a bunch of pictures of Tom Sizemore having sex with the hookers, but they had an effect on them that just made them all “heat vision” Predator style pictures. “Tom Sizemore Sex Art,” ladies and gentlemen. The best stuff happens when working late into the night at motels. I rest my case.
“Tom Sizemore Sex Art” is playing Lollapalooza this year.
I’m curious about the thought process that leads one to play a CD labeled “Tom Sizemore Sex Art”. No judgments, but there has to be a moment of pause before placing a CD in the drive (a CD labled “Tom Sizemore Sex Art”) where one debates whether they really want to be exposed to the contents of a CD labeled “Tom Sizemore Sex Art”.
If you’re brave enough to work the night shift at a motel, you’re brave enough to gaze upon Tom Sizemore Sex Art.
A note on the “moment of pause” since you’re curious. A great writer named Barry Hannah wrote that “Death may be the mother of beauty, and sorrow and frustration are usually tied up in beauty in some way. But the pause, the pause between impulse and action; that makes beauty more times than you’re aware of.” … But PSYCHE!!! I’m just into crazy shit so I wanted to see it!
I could actually see myself seriously enjoying some Tom Sizemore Sex Art … (…wait for it… ….wwwwwwwwait for it… ) … provided that said sex art involved Jessica Alba and Natalie Portman, with Tom Sizemore nowhere to be seen! HA ha psyche out comment
I hope Justify My Love was playing in the background
“Could be a crackhead that got hold to the wrong stuff and it told him to get up in the tree and play a leprechaun.”
- Confucius
Climbin’ trees is FUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT was the tree black?
The tree was pretty white, as far as trees are concerned
The desk clerk sounds like a racist.
I still say Jeremy ‘borrowed’ his version of events from the Six Feet Under episode That’s My Dog.
Jeremy London IS Nick Madson.
This is turning into a real-life “The Hangover”, which itself was a fictionalized account of “Dude Where’s My Car”.
Hahahaha I love that—”Do you know who I am??” Uhhhh, nope.
The answer to that question- “A bloated crackhead who looks like the guy from Dazed and Confused but isn’t.”
I think this is a lesson to teens everywhere about what happens when you feature in tv dramas, its a slippery slope. also drugs are involved i guess
Someone obviously hasn’t watched parent trap. Dummy, just say it was Jason and be done with it!
23 comments and I’m still none the wiser as to what ‘tweaked out’ means.
“tweaked out”- american slang meaning obviously fucked up on something, usually referring to stimulants.
thanks to vgum my lexicon is bulging.
Let Me UrbanDictionary That For You….
I hope it’s just your lexicon that’s bulging, amIrite ladies!!!???
nope
Well that’s a shock… Steve Winwood doesn’t speak for the ladies of vgum?!?!?
I think in this case we should use the term “Heched” instead of ‘tweaked out’. As in, “Jeremy London heched outside of his hotel room last night, apparently trying to climb a tree.”