Tuesday, July 19, 2016

The Bachelorette: Will JoJo Be the First Bachelorette to Bang FOUR DUDES Instead of Three?!

This show is so goddamn disgusting.

First of all, I'm not calling hometown dates "hometowns." That's not even a word. And you don't get to become a world famous local online celebrity/television personality by using words that aren't words. You get to be one by talking about people fucking.

Besides, that's what hometown dates are all about. They're about JoJo choosing who she wants to fuck -- because anyone who makes it to next week gets to fuck a person on national television. Actually, three people. JoJo gets to fuck three people next week on three consecutive nights. That's called a "triple bing-bong."

It was bullshit of Chris Harrison to postpone the rose ceremony for another week, but it doesn't matter because nothing matters because Scott Baio was the featured celebrity speaker at last night's Republican National Convention. Also, we already know who JoJo is picking (to have sex with).

Forget about the smokescreen with Luke, she's going to fuck Luke. No two human beings have ever had as much intense raw passion when they kiss as those two. They're going to have a great time fucking. I'm happy for them.

Aaron Rodgers' brother is gonna make it through to the fuck round too, only because why wouldn't you want to have sex with Aaron Rodgers' brother. God bless him.

Mr. Boringpants is too boring to fuck. Besides, his dad has a goatee.

And Robbie the Blow-drying Blow-dry Guy has rock-hard abs, so JoJo will want to fuck him as well -- just so she can taste those rock-hard abs, getting on her hands and knees in front of him, hovering over his stomach, letting little dabs of spit trickle down into his stomach crevices, and then taking her nipples and slowwwwwwwly dragging them over his skin, watching the saliva stretch from his abs to her nips, while Scott Baio's 2003 movie Dumb Luck plays in the background, which you can watch now for only $2.99 on Amazon Video.

Good doggie.

Honestly, I'm a little surprised that Aaron Rodgers' brother is still in the mix. The guy admitted last week that he's a picky eater. And then this week he takes JoJo to his old high school?! Ugh, if I were to take a lady to my old high school, it'd be like:

"Okay, this is the bathroom where me and Jamie Schwager used to take a shit. And this is the bathroom where a kid once took a shit on the floor. And this is the bathroom where I used to wash my dick in the sink just in case Lisa Gramberg wanted to give me a hum-job after school (she didn't). Great school, huh?! Let's go check out the metal shop. I gotta take a shit!"

I guess the real benefit of hometown dates is getting to meet the families, and deciding who has the most blatant case of mental illness. When my wife and I were first dating, and it was getting pretty serious (fucking), she asked her mom what was truly important when looking for a spouse. Her mom said "finding a man whose family doesn't have a history of mental illness." Seriously. That was it. That was the only thing that mattered. Turns out, the Monskys turned out squeaky clean on that one!


Of all the people we met last night, besides the guy with the goatee, it seems like Robbie the Blowdrying Blow-dry Guy might have the most screwed up family. So dramatic. So Florida. And owners of this sassy umbrella!

Shoulders so wet. 

Plus, after JoJo told Robbie's mom that she was falling in love with him, and "not to tell anyone," Robbie's mom went right to the camera and spilled the beans. That woman is a maniac. Did you see she was wearing a half zip-up blue fleece? Or wait, that was Captain Boringpants' mom. Either way, nutso boom buttso.

The only ones who came out looking good last night were Luke's horses. Those were some truly beautiful beasts.

Maybe that Argentinian dude from last week will fuck them.

That guy might actually be Scott Baio.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

O.J.: Made in America Part III -- Joe Bell Needs His Own DocumentaryImmediately

"My name is Froggy Frog Voice! You know who I am, god dammit!"

Let me let you in on a little television secret that you might not know because you're not a world-famous local celebrity/television blogger who has appeared on multiple podcasts and radio shows and was once recognized by a fan in a South Philly bar after COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY blowing up the bathroom. 

The next-door neighbor is always the funniest person in the show.

From the earliest days of TV, the next-door neighb has supplied comedic relief for the bigger, more serious and annoying stars. Think about it. On Leave it to Beave, there was Eddie Haskall. On Laverne and Shirls, it was Lenny and Squiggy. Family Ties had Skippy. The Cosby Show had Kenny aka Buddddddddd. And now today there's guys like Leon from Curb (and yes I know that he's not technically a next-door neigb, he lives with Larry, but whatever, he's still a houseguest. Stop being annoying.). So it should come as no surprise that Joe Bell aka Froggy Man McGee aka Captain Froggy Voice aka Kermit the Frog Jr. Jr. continues to steal the show night after night after night. 

Last night, the dude was on the screen for a grand total of mayyyyyyyybe 90 seconds, and it was by far the highlight of the episode. The story he told about AC protecting OJ in high school was straight-up bizarre, not because AC was ready to take a bullet for the Juice, but because that was one of the most fucked up practical jokes I've ever heard in my entire life. 

For those of you who didn't watch last night -- because you were out Tindering, or reading a stupid book about dragons -- I'll break it down for you. And by the way, I do not want to do this. I do not want to have to describe to you what happened in the previous episode because you're too good to pay for cable. This is not some recap website. This is a blog offering social, political and sexual commentary. I can't be wasting my time catching you up to speed because you needed to go to bed because you have a JOB. Whatever, here's what happ'd. 

Basically, when OJ and AC and Frank the Frogman were in high school, some teenage idiot brought a gun to school. Not a big gun. Not like a big, freaking gun that you'd use to, oh, I dunno, slaughter 49 innocent people at an Orlando night club, but a little pistol, the kind you'd shoot off at the start of a relay race. But still, a gun, that could kill someone, with bullets. 

Anyway, with the gun in their possession, Froggie Frog Frog and his buddies decided to play a practical joke on OJ where basically they were gonna walk up to him and pretend that they were going to shoot him. Now, I'm no prude. I have held a gun once, and been in a car with a guy who shot a gun out of his sunroof (which is an unbelievable story by the way, and one that I'll share with you when the person who shot the gun is dead). And I understand practical jokes. I get it. You set up a scene and pretend it's real, get a person allllllllllll riled up to the point where he's bugging out, and then BOOM! Ashton Kutcher jumps out of the bushes and yells "YOU GOT GORPED! YOU GOT GORPED!" And everyone laughs and the guy who got gorped breathes a huge sigh of relief and noogies are exchanged and then you all stand around and have a deep analytical discussion on why Mila Kunis would marry such a complete doorknob. 

But this, this was no practical joke. 

This was a group of idiots pretending to KILL THEIR GOOD FRIEND. 

A practical joke would've been something like giving OJ a can of peanuts and when he went to open them a gun popped out. Or planting the gun in OJ's locker and telling the principal that OJ was planning on murdering his girlfriend. A practical joke would've been pretending the gun was a dick and slowwwwwwwly sliding it into your mouth, feeling the cold steel on your lips, then dragging it in and out, lightly tapping it on the end of your tongue, pulling it away, watching the saliva stretch off the end, then jamming it deep inside, more saliva, now drizzling out of the side of your mouth, your heart rate increasing, unsure of what's coming next, staring down the barrel and now that I think about it I'm not actually sure I know what a practical joke is. But I do know that teenagers are idiots. And that Joe Bell and his friends lived a much more exciting childhood than I did. Even though when I was 13 a woman moved into the house next-door to me and for the first two weeks before she got curtains she used to undress right in front my bedroom window. It was incredible. I hope one day one of my friends murders someone some I can tell that story on camera. 

Anyway, Joe Bell is the best. AC is the man. And Marcia Clark's hair looks FANTASTIC these days, doesn't it?!

You go girl. 

Bout time you figured that shit out. 

God bless. 

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

O.J.: Made in America Part Deux -- Piece of Shit Power Rankings and my Top 5 Favorite People in this Doc (so far)

This movie was called A KILLING AFFAIR!

OJ Simpson is a piece of shit.

There were a bunch of other takeaways from O.J.: Made in America Part Deux -- like OJ Simpson being a complete piece of shit, and OJ Simpson being a total toilet piece of shit, and the fact that ESPN (a station that at one point in time broadcasted lumberjack competitions) showed footage of a teenage girl getting SHOT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND KILLED -- but the ultimate takeaway from last night was that OJ Simpson is an abusive, womanizing, egomaniacal, insecure piece of shit who murdered his ex-wife and her Jewish boyf in a jealous rage.

If we were to compile an O.J.: Made in America Piece of Shit Power Rankings, the Juice would obviously come in at #1, followed by:

#2 -- that cop who beat up Rodney King and then was all GIDDY AND SHIT after being found not guilty, smiling for the cameras like he was accepting one of those giant checks on behalf of the Big Brothers and Big Sisters organization. What a colossal piece of shit.

#3 -- Mark Fuhrman, ugh, Mark Fuhrman, who still after twenty years has not learned to shut the fuck up. Furhms claimed that the only reason Rodney King got the shit beat out of him was because the LAPD was banned from using choke holds, as if cops were just strolling around South Central putting motherfucking gang-bangers in the Camel Clutch, and then going off on their merry ways.

#4 -- Police Chief Darryl Gates who ABANDONED HIS POST during the Rodney King riots. How is that even possible?!

#5 -- And coming in hot at number five is the guy who threw a brick at Reginald Denny, the truck driver who got, well, basically blasted in the head with a fucking brick.

By the way, that guy who hit another man in the head with a brick, Damien "Football" Williams (what a stupid nickname by the way), was later convicted of mayhem and misdemeanor assault and sentenced to 10 years in prison. In 1997, he was released for GOOD BEHAVIOR, but in 2003, he received a life sentence after he KILLED A HUMAN. 

I was 15 years old when the whole Rodney King shit went down, and of course I was aware of it, I remember the whole "Can't we all just get along?" thing, especially Damon Wayans making fun of it on In Living Color. I remember the fires spreading during the riots and the looting and wondering how people could carry giant 19" televisions with such ease. I remember watching Reginald Denny getting pulled out of his truck and HIT IN THE HEAD WITH A FUCKING BRICK. But at 15, I wasn't really aware of the gravity of the situation. Or maybe I was. I can't remember, it was 24 years ago, but at 15, I was mostly interested in jacking my dork, playing basketball, jacking my dork some more, rubbing my dork against various mattresses or boxsprings or mailboxes, and then trying to jack it completely off my body. So last night was truly re-eye-opening. I spent a good thirty minutes just staring at my television in awe while Rocky Road ice cream melted in a puddle in front of me. That 911 call with Nicole screaming in terror while OJ beat her in the background was fucking horrible. Whether or not I jacked my dork immediately after the doc is simply RUMOR AND HAPPENSTANCE, but I'm not denying that it didn't happen either.

Look, as much as this blog is about examining the male-female dynamic through the lens of television, it's also about jacking dorks. It's mostly about jacking dorks. And despite the fact that this OJ film is sad and incredible and amazing and horrifying, there are also some unbelievable characters in the film worth taking about.

So let's break down...

The Evster's Top 5 Favorite Humans We've Met in the Doc (so far):

#5 -- The Reverend from A.M.E. church

I apologize for not knowing this dude's name, I googled to try and find it but failed, but this guy is friggin' incredible. He opened the night up by talking about "the last, the lost, the least and the looked over," a phrase that I will absolutely be using in every post I write about the Sixers from here on out. And his reaction to the Rodney King verdict, with a single tear streaming down his face while he told reporters he felt "utter pain" was heart-wrenching. I love that man like a brother. Even more than a brother. I literally can't stand my brother. He gave me so many typewriters as a kid (that's the move where you pin someone down by sitting on their arms and then tap your fingers HARD against their chest over and over). It's pretty much the ultimate move and I can't believe it was not incorporated by Greg The Hammer Valentine.

#4 -- Danny Bakewell's ring

What is that? A seashell?

When they show flashbacks to the 90s of Danny Bakewell, look for the ring! He's been wearing it forever. I wonder what the symbolism is. I wonder where he got it. It's also incredible that he wears cufflinks and one of those metal thingies that goes behind your necktie. I wish I had the confidence to rock shit like that. I have trouble wearing these sharp green Kermit the Frog Puma sneaks I recently bought with navy blue laces. I also have trouble wearing men's underwear. Danny's beard/hair combo is also fantastic.

#3 -- This Video of Roy Firestone

I actually don't like Roy Firestone, I think he's a massive weenie, but you have to watch this video to see what he's up to these days. He's a singer, impressionist AND comedian. It's MIND-BOGGLING.

#2 -- Joe Bell

OJ's frog-voiced childhood friend stole the show again last night, with maybe the best line of the doc, telling OJ, "You are breaking the laws of God!" I could listen to this guy talk about anything. I swear, he could read the phone book and it would be the #1 most downloaded podcast on iTunes. We can make this happen.

#1 -- This Guy

I've never.
Have you ever?

I mean, have you ever in your entire life?

What a world we live in.


Part 3 airs tonight at 9 (or you can watch ALL THE EPS whenever you want on ESPN Watch). You can also listen to a Fresh Air interview with Ezra Edelman and Jeffrey Toobin (he wrote a book about OJ) here. It's friggin' great. 

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

OJ: Made in America -- Part 1 -- Lotta Signs This Guy Was a Sociopath!

Sixty cents!

Look, let's get one thing clear right off the bat: there's gonna be spoilers in this post. And I recognize that sounds ridiculous, because, I mean, c'mon, we all know what happens in this story (OJ fucks a dog!). But all I'm sayin' is that this doc uncovers some unbelievable shit that's probably best discovered in real time, and not in some shitty recap on some shitty blog that comes and goes as it pleases.

That being said, you've been warned. So if you watched Part 1 and wanna keep reading, go for it. But if you're a dumb fucking idiot who still hasn't watched OJ Made in America, abandon ship now. Or don't. I don't give a shit. I really don't.

JK, I do.

I care so, so much.

More than you will ever know.



I'll give a little buffer for those who still haven't bailed.


OJ fucked a dog?!?!?


Who knew?!

Absolutely amazing.

It all makes sense now!


Let's start by talking about that opening scene. WOWZERS.

I'm talkin' about OJ's parole hearing (which was absolutely fascinating). Specifically when the dude asked OJ what he does in prison on a day-to-day basis.

Hearing OJ explain his duties as a porter -- mopping floors, cleaning up on the unit -- and then quickly moving on to working in the gym -- rubbing down the equipment, disinfecting the sweaty, disgusting weight room  -- was so, so, so sad. And I don't mean "sad" like SAD SAD, like he was one of those children in Slovakia who was born without feet, I mean, pathetic. But also sad. Because the whole thing is just sad. Even hearing his excitement about coaching a team in prison, and how proud he was that his team of old heads beat the youngsters. It's all sad. Especially the two people that he chopped up in his front yard. And he really chopped them up.

But that first 90-second scene perfectly captured OJ's fall from grace.

And then when that dumb white bitch asked him about his first arrest in 1994...

I get it. I understand that it's probably protocol for those stupid parole officer people to ask prisoners about their first run-ins with the law. I'm sure she asks that question to all of the inmates she faces on a daily basis. But she could've had a bit more tact. She could've been like, "Hey, OJ, look, we all know what happened in 1994. You cut that lady up. And that other dude. I mean, it was the biggest case the world has ever seen. I legit watched the whole thing. I even bought a t-shirt. Nice shirt! And I know you've talked about it and thought about it ad nauseam, but I have to ask about it, so, let's just go over this real quick. It says in 1994 you were arrested for the first time. Can you talk about that please? I loved your work as Nordberg by the way. Is Leslie Nielsen's nose really that big? I'm a fucking asshole by the way."

But no. Instead she just threw it out there like a big, dumb, white person. And OJ was right to be pissed. He was right to be taken aback. But still, his response? That sharp, "Are we really gonna talk about this?" with a look of disgust. You could sense real anger inside of him. And I know, he's a murderer, so obviously we all have our antennas up and looking for that hidden temper, for any sign that he's the sociopath we think he is, but that first scene was just brilliant, and set the stage for the entire 47-part story that Ezra Edelman is going to tell. Former football player and super celeb with an unbelievably smooth chest, who goes into a jealous rage and kills his ex-wife and her boyf in cold blood, and eventually becomes a lowly prison janitor who coaches some weird prison sport that he doesn't name (basketball? football? shuffleboard?!??!) .


Joe Bell's voice?

Have you ever heard a person speak like that? Do you think he's always talked like that? He must have. He must have had that same froggy voice as a kid. I can't believe he doesn't have a nickname. Like, Froggy Man Johnson. Or Bob Froggenstein. I grew up with a kid (named Dickdog) and he had a ridiculously raspy voice, and that was literally his whole identity as a child. Anytime he spoke it was hilarious. He eventually grew out of it, and is now married (to a woman!) and speaks like a normal person. But still, Joe Bell is incredible, and it seems like he's been waiting 20 years for someone to come find him to talk about OJ. I tried to find him on Twitter. I failed.

Ummmmmm, uhhh, okay, OJ just stole AC's girl in high school? And married her?!

What kind of raging lunatic steals his best friend's girl? I mean, Tony Parker fucked Brent Barry's wife. So maybe it happens more than we know, but still, the signs that OJ was a colossal piece of shit were evident from his teenage years.

And yes, granted, every teenager is a colossal piece of shit, but OJ was obviously a total fuckface too.

Plusssssssss, OJ's dad was gay?!?!?!? 

I'm not saying that's a make-it-or-break-it detail, I'm not even sure what a make-it-or-break-it detail is, all I'm saying is that that could explain some stuff. Specifically OJ's abusive past and overall misogynistic ways. Also, the story itself was incredible. The fact that his dad came to the door in a robe. And the other guy was in a robe! I feel like robes are an essential part of living in San Francisco. It's so cold there! Yet not tooooooo cold, but just kinda perfect for robes. I own a robe. I love it. I'm also gay.


Or at the very least forced himself on her. Ripped jeans??!?! How does one rip another person's jeans? By raping them, that's for sure. Jesus fucking Christ that was a big bopper right there. Can you imagine not watching this doc and hearing this information from me on this stupid website?!?!?

I used to work with a lady who wore ripped jeans to work and I constantly told her it was inappropes. She showed off her entire thigh and stuff. She always responded by saying "who gives a shit" but I'm telling you it was bizarre. She also went on vacation to Las Vegas. She might have been crazier than OJ.

Lastly, the Electric Company. What an incredible, incredible nickname. 

Because they "turn on the Juice." Brilliant. But even more incredible was how charming and personable OJ seemed to be. The consummate professional. The perfect teammate. Even how he put 3,088 yards on his offensive line's bracelets and not 2,000, because that's how many yards they gained as a team. That's some real next-level, sweet-talking charm and manipulative bullshit right there. What a guy. I honestly love him.


I think that's about it for part one. I'm gonna try to write recaps for each part of this series, but let's be honest here, there's no way I'm writing recaps for each part of this series.

Anyway, go fuck yourself. I don't owe you guys anything. Also thanks for reading.

Part 2 is tonight at 9pm on ESPN, and they're re-airing Part 1 at 7pm.
Part 3 is on Wednesday.
Part 4 is on Friday.
Part 5 (the final part) is on Saturday.

I know that because I have it all written down on my calendar.


This is a Star Wars calendar and has a picture of the new Darth Maul guy above it, whatever his name is. Kylo Ren? That's his name. I know his name. I was embarrassed by the calendar, that's why I didn't capture that part of it in the pic. How could this possibly be interesting?

Monday, April 25, 2016

Game of Frones S:6:E1: Five Reasons This Show is Bullshit

Do you think that's real dirt on her neck? I don't.

I know, I know, the red hot Fire Lady showed off her San Antonio Saggers -- and we'll get to that, we'll certainly get to that -- but there were a few other things that are worth discussing from last night's season premiere of GAME OF FRONES.

I think I'm going to start capitalizing GAME OF FRONES whenever I write the words GAME OF FRONES. It just seems like the right thing to do. Kind of like when you say the word WOWZERS. Not like you ever say WOWZERS, but if you did (and you don't), you would never just say the word wowzers. You might say WOWZERS BOWZERS. I know I would (and just did). Honestly who gives a shit. Who gives a shit about anything anyone ever does on this stupid planet.


I read a review this morning in the NEW YORK TIMES (that's another one worth capitalizing) that basically just recapped the episode for anyone who didn't see it. I mean, that's not why people read recaps. It's not like you wake up in the morning and you're like, "I missed GAME OF FRONES last night! Oh well, forget about On Demand, I'll just read the recap." No. You want insight. You want ANALysis. That's why you come to TVMWMWMWWWWW. At least that's why I think you come here. I seriously have no idea why you come here.


It's for my world famous hard hitting GAME OF FRONES breakdowns. So let's break some stuff down. Ugh, it took four paragraphs to introduce this post. That's way too long. OMG STOP COMPLAINING.

That Jon Snow "TRAITOR" sign was a piece of shit. 

Most obvious font I've ever seen.

Dude, this show has a multi-million dollar budget. They can do all sorts of ill shit. They've made dragons and castles and chicks with webbed feet. You're telling me they couldn't make a more realistic-looking "Traitor" sign? It's all crooked. And dumb. And looks like one of those "KEEP OUT" signs you might see at the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disney World. Does that ride even exist? It must. Look at that font. What a stupid font. Fonts are very important. I like Garamond.

Theon and Sansa would've died walking through that freezing cold river AND YOU KNOW IT. 

I don't care how many dicks you've had chopped off, there is no way anyone could walk through such freezing cold water without dying immediately. But Theon and Sansa just gave a couple gasps and next thing you know, they're shivering under a tree. Stop it. I stepped in water in my socks during my Passover sedar Friday night and didn't shut up about it all night. I legit took my socks off under the table and tried to warm-squeeze my foot during the Four Questions. It didn't work. Once a sock is soaked, it's soaked. This television show is dumb. So is matzoh. JK I love matzoh. I don't know why I just said that. I'm sorry, matzoh. I am currently apologizing to matzoh.

Yooooooooo, the Pineapple People! 

I couldn't find a good picture of the Pineapple People I wanted to show,
but here's a picture of these Pineapple People (who are now dead). 

They fucking sliced and diced, didn't they?! Jesus Christ. It's like, even though on this show mofos are constantly jamming sticks in people's throats, you're still never prepared for a lady to jam a stick through a guy's throat. And that lady didn't even jam a stick in the guy's throat, she jammed it through his skull. That seems a bit far-fetched. Dragons and midgets and a guy turning into a bird, I can believe in that, but you can't jam a stick through a man's brain. That's just science. Or maybe you can. What do I know? I'm just a world famous local celebrity who was asked to appear on Philadelphia sportstalk radio last night.

Only three retweets? C'mon. 

Regardless, apparently the Pineapple People are not called the Pineapple People (they're just called people from Dorne) and those three chicks who jam sticks through people's skulls are called Sand Snakes. It's amazing what you can learn from the NEW YORK TIMES.

Anyway, I googled the word Pineapple People and this is what came up:

That's definitely a pineapple person.

Poor guy.
I can't stop staring at her foot. 

Sure, the Fire Lady's titties were saggin' and laggin', but the real highlight was seeing her va-jinn jinn jinner. 

It's not every day that you see an old lady's va-jinn jinn jinner. In fact, I don't know if I've ever seen an old lady's va-jinn jinn jinner. That was really somethin'. And I was totally cool seeing it, but they really pulled one over on us didn't they? Flashing the word "nudity" up there during the opening HBO title slide thingie and then holding off 'til that final scene. I would say that I was disappointed, and at the time I was, but looking back it was obviously amazing. So thank you, HBO, for pushing the envelope. It's nice to see Liza Minelli working again.

I kinda wanted to see the Dothrakis fuck that chick in her butt. 
You know you did too. 

Happy Passover.

Yo for real, I was on WIP Sportstalk Radio last night. This dude Andrew Porter hosts a show on there and follows me on Twitter and liked my 700 Level post about Carson Wentz so he asked me to go on the air to talk about it. I have no idea how the interview went because no one I know listened to it. I did talk about sending dork pics on the internet though. So there's that. You can listen to it here. And you can read my Carson Wentz post here. Or you can check out this frog dog. That's probably the better move. It's a frog dog. When have you ever seen that before? 

Friday, April 15, 2016

Quiz: How Flyer'd Up Are You?

Calm down please. 

1. Are you Flyer'd up?

a) Does a one-legged duck swim in circles?

b) Gotta be honest, I was a little Flyer'd up before last night's game, but now I'm not quite as Flyer'd up as I was before. I also have no idea if a one-legged duck swims in circles. I guess it does. Sad for that duck.

c) If the whole point of this quiz is to determine how Flyer'd up I am, why would you make the first question "Are you Flyer'd up"? Shouldn't the quiz basically end now? Regardless, yeah, sure, I guess I'm somewhat Flyer'd up -- Flyer'd up enough to at least clicked on this link in the first place. But I was not expecting the answers on this quiz to be this long. Can we calm down with the long answers going forward? This is an internet quiz not the SATs. Thank you.

2. Do you know any players on the Flyers roster?

a) Personally? 7.

b) I know they have a black guy.

c) I am a black guy.

3. Do you own any Flyers gear? 

a) YEPS. In fact, I wore orange and black to work yesterday. And plan to wear it pretty much every day this week. I also have a little Flyers teddy bear in my cubicle and made my desktop background on my computer Wayne Simmonds. My name is Donna. I work with Evan in the accounting department at his job. He doesn't work in accounting, I do. He wanted me to make that clear so you didn't think he was the type of dorf who would work in accounting. I am an incredible person and once won 1st place in a fishing contest and came in on Monday morning with pictures of my winning fish to prove it. I unfortunately am not on Twitter.

b) Pretty sure I have a Flyers t-shirt buried somewhere in my closet. I could maybe find it this week. Probably won't though. Probably won't.

c) Like I said, I am a black guy.

4. What are your thoughts on Guns N' Roses?

a) WELCOME TO THE JUNG I like them. I like them a lot. I am from New Jersey.

b) Ugh, I have never understood their whole appeal and feel like they're partially responsible for ruining my sexual potential as a teenager. Plus, the whole grunge era, with the flannel shirts and the ripped jeans, what the hell was that? And yes I realize that G n' R was not part of the grunge era, but it's all the same thing, because the annoying people who listened to Guns N' Roses in middle school were the dorks who got into Pearl Jam later in high school. Plus, pretty much every chick at my high school wore Doc Martins and baggy shirts and that was just unfair compared to today's teenagers who wear nothing but yoga pants. I did not receive my first handjob until I was 16. Thank you, Lisa Cohen. Wherever you are.

c) Starting to think that you've never met a black guy.

5. Are you Wayne Simmonds?

a) No.

b) The game show host?

c) That's racist (and yes).



If you answered mostly A's: you are in fact very Flyer'd up and probably follow Doc Pizza on Twitter
If you answered mostly B's: you are an INCREDIBLY sexy blogger / local celebrity
If you answered mostly C's: you are Wayne Simmonds

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.