Tuesday, January 5, 2016

The Bach: Oh We Back on That Again

RIP Red Velvs.

Before we discuss the fact that a woman brought a horse into a house, we need to talk about the ridiculous outdoor furniture that they have at the Bachelor mansion.

I mean, couches? They have outdoor couches? I didn't even know they made outdoor couches -- with like, cushions and shit. Is it normal for a homeowner in Southern California to keep couches OUT-SIDE of their home? Because that's just preposterous on sooooo many levels.

Here in Philly, my outdoor furniture consists of two mildew-stained camping chairs that swallow you whole the second you sit down -- and a disgusting orange milk crate. And you know what? It's perfect! Because spending time outside is stupid. Between the freezing cold winters, mosquito-filled summers and my shithead 8-year-old neighbor Brendan, I can't remember the last time I spent more than seven straight minutes outside. The other day I was raking leaves and Brendan came up to me and was like "GIMME FIVE, ELVAN" and I was like, "You have so much cream cheese in your braces how do you have that much cream cheese in there," and he was like "Too slow!" and I was like "I didn't even try to slap your hand" and he was like "Your beard looks like shit!" and I was like "IT'S IN THE IN BETWEEN STAGE."

Ugh, no one likes that kid. Not my wife. Not the girls who live next door. Not even his own stepmother. I know this because when Brendan and his family moved in a few months ago she introduced herself to me as his "stepmother" which is code for "I need you to understand that this kid is NOT my biological son and I HATE him." Anyway, fuck Brendan, fuck being outside and wow I sure am taking advantage of being able to curse on my own blog as opposed to all that clean shit I gotta write for those prudes over at The 700 Levvy, aren't I?

But enough about me and my diarrhea-filled mouth, I guess we have to talk about the actual show, don't we?
Comfortable for ohhhhhhh, I dunno, 18 seconds?

The most amazing thing about that lady bringing a horse into a house was not that she brought a horse into a house, it was the fact that she was worried that the horse might barf all over the carpets. Ummmm, lady, clearly there's no carpeting inside the Bachelor mansion. It's hardwood and stone tile only! No wonder she got sent home the first night. Also her name was Maegan!

As far as the other chicks: we've seen it all before, Lace. You're not that special. (Although that whole "Look at me. Look at me. I'm the captain now" shit was straight bonks.) The local news anchor? Whatevs. Super hot chick bores nation to sleep! More at 11! Even though you'll be asleep by 9:30!

And then there's the Bach himself. Besides the fact that he's a white person, Ben does seem to have some likable qualities. He played football and basketball in high school, has a decent sense of humes and his teeth really did look in tip top shape. Although to tell you the truth, he seems a litttttttttttttttle too attached to his parents, which in my book (which is not real, because I have literally never read or owned a book) is a red flag. I mean, if a guy can talk to his mother on the phone without mouthing the words "fuck you" over and over again as she's talking, something's seriously wrong with him.

I mean, look, Ben means well, but he's got a few things to learn if he wants to become a bonafide Bach extraordinaire. There are some basic ground rules that all Bach'es should follow: keep the ripping sluts around, get rid of the total snoozes and never waste your time with a disgusting virgin. 

For examp, any chick who falls into any one of these three categories needs to be sent home IMMEDIATELY if not sooner.

- Any woman who refers to somewhere as her "happy place" (just like Lauren did, talking about the beach). I once went out to dinner with a chick who told me that Martha's Vineyard was her "soul space." The date lasted around 16 more seconds and 15 of those seconds were just me screaming at the top of my lungs.

- Any woman who works as a Software Sales Rep (like Caila, the lady from Boston with the absolutely horrible kitten heeled shoes WITH THE STRAPS?!). I mean, how boring of a person do you have to be to go into software sales? What is software sales? Ugh, I don't even care. Those shoes. 

- Any woman who says her kids are the "most amazing kids" (like Amanda, the very sexy mother of two who is "ready to start dating again" on a nationally televised game show. It's not that her kids aren't amazing. Maybe they are. But most likely they're just normal stupid kids who only eat chicken fings. The "most amazing kids" are the ones who can breakdance and/or fart all over other kids' faces.


Oh, Mesnick.

On the other hand, if a woman checks any of these boxes, marry her as soon as possible.

- A black chick (especially if she knows how to shoot a gun, like Jubilee, the hottest chick who has ever been on this show and that is a #FACT).

- A redhead (especially one who refers to herself as Red Velvs despite having low self esteem and VERY milky skin). 

- A foreign person (like Shushanna, who is DEFINITELY into hardcore choking/spitting/spelunking).

- Literally any woman with a working vagina.

Unfortunately, Ben failed miserably on his first night, keeping the virgj and sending the milk of magnesia home.

It's like he's never watched the show before.

What a lucky, lucky dude.






Well, there you have it, the Bach -- and TVMWMWMMMWWMWMW -- is back. Ugh, I wonder how long this will last. Next Monday is the College Football National Championship Game, so maybe I'll watch that instead? Ugh, who am I kidding? We both know I have zero control over my remote control. See you next week. 

Monday, January 4, 2016

Downton Horseby S:6 Ep:1 -- Primetime Performer presented by A1® Steak Snauce

New year. Same snauce.

Welcome to another season of Downton Horseby, TV’s hardest hitting horse drama besides Say Yes to the Horse. As always, I'm joined by my good pal, Turbo Timmy, the only person I know who has watched Making a Murderer and can talk to me about it. 


I like horse!

But enough of all this jibber jabber, let's get to this week's Primetime Performer presented by A1® Steak Snauce!


EVSTER: A lotta great performances to start off this season. Obviously the horses did a great job, as did the dogs, but that's to be expected, they've been carrying this show for a long, long, long time. Nice to see Daisy pop off! She's still got it. As does Mr. Carson, who proved that he and Mrs. Hughes have no idea what marriage is really like. But my week 1 Primetime Performer presented by A1 Steak Snauce goes to our very own Turbo Timmy who popped the questch to his (JEWISH) girlf this past weekend. Congrats, Turbs! If you have any questions going forward about Passover, borscht or what it's like to sleep on the couch for eight straight months, let me know!

TURBO TIMMY: Thanks, Ev. I didn't watch Downton yet though. Got some bootleg movies sent to me recently so I watched Spotlight and Joy last night.

EVSTER: Great workin' with ya, Turbs!

Nice lats!

Well, I guess TVMWMWMWMW is back in biz. While you're here, why not read a bunch of our old Downton Abs posts? Or check out this lamp my wife is thinking about buying. Seems like a pretty #nice #lamp. Also, I'd say there's a 74% chance that I'll be writing Bach recaps again this year. I'm sorry.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

The Quest to find The Kobester

Yes that's Metta World Peace and yes this was amazing. 

Kobe Kobe Kobe Kobe Kobe Kobe Kobe. Here's my latest video for The 700 Level Show where I try to track down my old pal at his last game in Philly. 

Also, here's an old link to a post my buddy Feddd and I once wrote about playing with #DA #BLACK #MAMBA. 




Thursday, October 29, 2015

Jeffpardy!

Well, I found a video that's right up my alley:



Brilliant.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

This Could Be the Best Key & Peele Sketch Ever

If you're not watching Key & Peele, you are living a goddamn lie. I know, I know, there's too many shows to watch: Bones, Scandal, House, Jag, Jagjams, but just shut up for five minutes and watch this new sketch that could be their greatest ever.





Then again, this one could still be my all-time fave.





If you want more more more of Key & Peele, here's a pretty great interview they did with Terry Gross in 2013. And here's a squirrel eating some watermelon

Friday, July 17, 2015

7 People Named John Cougar Mellencamp who are Totally Named John Cougar Mellencamp

Holy shit

As a spinoff from my post on The 700 Level today, "Seven Beach Activities That Don't Completely Suck," I figured I'd write another top seven list.

Here you go:

1. John Cougar Mellencamp
2. John "The Cougar" Cougar Mellencamp
3. John Coogs aka Johnny Coogs aka John Cougar Mellencamp Jr.
4. John Cougar Mellencamp Jr.
5. John Bon Joogar Cougar Mellencamp Joogior
6. Johnny Johnny Boom Sauce Cougar Mellenmelon
7. Baloney Butt Bob

Thanks for reading, everybody!

Monday, April 27, 2015

Songs by Black People that are Way Better than Songs by WhitePeople: "Ride" by Ciara

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Welcome to a new weekly feature here at TVMWMWMWWWMWMW where every week (that's what "weekly" means) I'll be breaking down some of the greatest music videos that black people have ever made. These videos are so dope and so hilarious and so bonks that they would make any white person's butt explode. The first in the series, "Ride" by Ciara, is a bonafide jamblanger. If you've never seen the vid, please take 4 minutes and 38 seconds out of your boring white life to watch it now. Thank you.




Okay so first of all, if you're still alive after watching that lady's gyrations then congratulations on not needing a quadruple bypass. Second of all, there is no second of all. Holy shit. The first eight times I watched that vid, I just sat on my couch screaming at my television. Obviously we need to talk about Ciara's hip action. Specifically when she frog kicks whilst slapping the floor like Wojo. And also those Macadamian Squat Thrusts, leaning back and lookin' like the Iron Sheik, except instead of sitting on a dude's back, her ass is hovering in midair like a goddamn angel.

Get over yourself, Hulkster!


Blogging is so stupid. Here's a giraffe.

That's definitely a #giraffe.