Okay so here we are back at another Monday and I am heated. Yeah I know what else is new. ‘But today I’m heated more than usual. You want to know why? Because of wonderful cousin Flo, I didn’t get to enjoy any of the nice weather this past weekend. Yes while all of you people were probably out having the time of your lives, I was in bed praying that someone cut out my stomach or at least knock me out with a sledge hammer. Sigh, I digress, I will not vent about my womanly problems today. Anyway, in the spirit of being angry I am just going to vent about random things that make me hot.
Item number one: Will Smith narrating all of his movies. What is the point? Why do you have to introduce yourself in the beginning of every movie? “My name is Aaron Neville.” Hey buddy if you would just get to acting I would probably figure out your name during the course of the movie. Now don’t get me wrong, I think Will Smith is a great actor, he puts a lot of heart into his movies, wonderful guy. ‘But he reminds me of those people that just like to talk to hear themselves talk; they have no purpose just talking.
Item number two: Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen. Oh look at us we are super young billionaires. Check out our perfume line, our clothing line, our terrible movies, notebooks, stickers…the list goe
s on and on. They have all of this money, yet they dress like they are homeless most of the time. Look to your right, what is that? They look like they are about to stand in line for soup. I don’t get it; I hate when people have money and don’t put it to proper use. You want to dress like a hobo, fine, just hand your billions over to me and I will go on Rodeo Drive and spend it properly.
Item number three: Donald Trump’s toupee. Hey Donald your toupee is FIRED. That’s all I have to say on that one.
Well that’s enough venting for now. Stay tuned for more random banter by yours truly.
Item number four: parents who let their kids tear up the building. Yeah i have an idea, why dont i mark up the walls and leave trash in the hallway? There is nothing that makes me want to take the stairs more than curse words scratched in pencil and the holes from where the rail has been pulled out…nothing except the elevator’s smell and the sticky residue on the floor that is. Is it that hard to just stay a disgusting slob in your own house? And what’s up with them leaving the house barefoot, buy your kids some shoes!
LOL! Good one Chicho.