Hey there ‘Redheads… We’re a week deep in June, and I figured I’d taken enough of a breather after May’s month long mild amusement machine. So, here I am again without much to say, and more words than necessary to say it. I’ve got the Tony’s on as a background distraction. If you’re among the five other people watching it, I hope you saw this highlight…
Gotta love YouTube. Yes, that was Poison’s Bret Michaels getting dropped like a contestant’s standards on Rock of Love Truckstop. By the way, that trickling sound you hear is the last bit of his smelted heavy metal cred drizzling down the drain.
The big news of the last week was the loss of actor, David Carradine, under suspicious circumstances. He was found hung in his Bangkok hotel room, and some say he died from auto erotic asphyxiation. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. If you’re going to choke yourself while you masturbate, have a spotter. I’m sure you can find someone else in Bangkok who’s into that sort of thing. It’s a sad loss, but luckily he left behind a long list of work. For my generation, he’s probably best known for the Kill Bill flicks, so I gave them a viewing in remembrance. I fell asleep while watching Volume One in bed, which explains why my dreams had subtitles…and a blood geyser…and Sonny Chiba as the Cowardly Lion.
That’s all for now…see ya in a few.
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