Tuesday, October 14, 2014

My Wife and I Hung Out with Black People Last Saturday

She has animals on her sweater. 

There was a time in my life when I was cool. That's not true. That's not even close to true. But there was a time in my life when I played basketball, and hence, hung out with black people. It was glorious. We listened to Redman. We played Madden. One time my boy Jermaine let me wear his gold tiger medallion to the club. No he didn't, he let me wear it to Wawa. Still, y'all can't even front, you know I looked fly as fuck ordering that meatball hoagie.

But those days are long gone. Now, the only black people I come in contact with are two semi-black people I work with (they both have health insurance) and the brothers who sell mix CDs on the corner of Broad and Chestnut. My life has never been so boring. I literally watch Antiques Roadshow every Thursday. But last Saturday, on a night normally reserved for sweatpants, I put on my dopest outfit because my wife's workmate (who is like, legit black, like she lives in North Philly and everything) invited us to her 40th birthday party at a Center City bar.

Now, what you need to understand is, we were the only whities invited. Like, the ONLY ones. And this was fine, because black people literally don't give a shit about anything, but it still helped when Sandra (the woman whose birthday it was) came over and gave us big ole hugs when we got there. She at least made us feel like we sort of belonged. For the first five minutes of the party, my wife and I just stood around and tried not to be annoying (while I stuffed my face with meatballs) until my wife excused herself so she could use the bathroom. I figured instead of pretending to scroll through my Instagram feed, I might as well approach the beautiful nubian princess standing at the bar. Because that's what life is all about, isn't it?

These are not the chicks I was hanging out with...
but they very well could have been. 

My opening line was fucking terrible. Just terrible. I mumbled something weird about wanting to go through her purse (it was resting on the bar) and she played along nicely, saying I wouldn't find much in it if I did, but I quickly realized that I was losing her. Then she ordered a club soda from the bartender, and I noticed a little baby bump on her bell, so I figured I'd go for it.

"Are you expecting?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"How far along are you?"

"Six and a half months."

"Ohhh SCHNAP!" I said. "That's pretty far along."

And that's when Tamika lost it. Tamika (that was her name, the black woman's name was Tamika) started cracking up and turned to her friend next to her and goes, "Oh no he said 'Oh snaps.'" Not what I said. I would never say, "Oh snaps," but whatever. I had ingratiated myself among them.

Tamika and I kept talking for a few minutes (about pregnancy, her husband, and why I thought Miles was a much better name than Bacari), but then when I went to take a sip of my drink I somehow got my straw wedged in between my nose and my glasses. I don't even know how that's possible, to get a plastic straw jammed against your face, but there I was, talking to a beautiful black (pregnant) woman for like eight seconds with a goddamn straw dangling off my face.

When I realized the straw was there, I quickly yanked it loose and said to Tamika, "Yo Tamika, did you see what I just did?" and she was like, "Yeah, but I didn't wanna say anything," and I was like, "YOU GOTTA TELL ME THAT SHIT, WOMAN. I'M WHITE!" and that's when Tamika and I became best friends forever.

Later, when I was talking to a lady who was recently voted one of the TOP 19 MOST STYLISH WOMEN IN PHILLY about my skateboarding giraffe hat (and whether or not I was cool enough to wear it), I knocked a full drink off the bar and spilled club soda everywhere. Then I apologized to a couple brothers wearin' sport-coats and asked "Did I get you?" and they said "Naw it's cool." My wife then yelled at me to clean it up so I got on my hands and knees to tried and soak up the mess with cocktail napkins while the Top 19 lady just stood there bouncing to that song "I Ain't Never Scared" by Bone Crusher.

Honestly, black people don't give a fuck.

And it was an absolutely fantastic evening.

Pics available upon request.

You've probably already seen this -- it's been going around the internet for the past few days -- but here's a video of 38-year-old White Chocolate Jason Williams straight killin' it in an Orlando rec league. I highly recommend checking it out. Orrrrrr read this great interview with Parks n Rec writer Megan Amram about her new book, "Science... For Her!" Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr just look at this pic of a giraffe riding another giraffe. That's probably the better move. 

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Things I Said While Watching an Old Ep of 90210 with my Wife

"Shut the fuck up Brandon no one cares."

"Calm down, Andrea. No one cares."

"Oh my god why is David doing that? What's wrong with him?"

"Lighten up, Brandon."

"Whatever Brandon stop being such a fat fuck!"

"He didn't just say that did he say that Jesus Christ."

"Hahahaha good one, Steve, you fat fuck."

"No one dresses like that."

"Ugh, c'mon Andrea. It's a fucking school newspaper."

"Their phone sure does ring a lot."

"Why the fuck is Brandon such a tight-ass fuck?"

"Fuck you, Brandon."

"That guy's 47 years old."

"Give her a break, Brandon! You're such a fuck!"

"Oh, Dylan."

"Where did Brandon meet this bitch?"

"It's not that big of a deal, Brandon!"

"Did she just say 'I'll always remember you as the guy who gave me my first burrito?'"

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Wednesday's Wifey: Andrea from 90210, the Oldest Person in the World

aka Gabrielle Farteris (sorry)

In my 37 years in this world, I have made a lot of stupid decisions. Like the time I brought a girl back to my dorm room freshman year and put on a Counting Crows CD. We stayed up all night chatting about her ex-boyf. It was awes.

There were the four years I spent teaching middle school, otherwise known as "Ev's Therapy Years." That was fun.

Then of course how could I forget about the BRILLIANT decision to start this blog. Great career move there, Ev. You're on your way to Grantland!

But of all the boneheaded decisions I've made, the worst one ever, BY FAR the absolute worst, was when I casually mentioned to my wife that old eps of Beverly Hills 90210 were now being shown on TVGN, which is an actual channel that broadcasts a signal that our cable provider provides.

Now you may think, "Whatever Ev, you're just being dramatic. That show's fun. It's stupid, but it's fun. So stop complaining. Just stop. For once in your life, would it kill you to stop complaining about something? And what is with the mouth breathing? There's ways to stop that, ya know. Breathe Rites. Surgery. Killing yourself." But you don't understand. In the past three days, we have watched roughly 84 episodes of this godforsaken show. My wife fucking loves it. LOVES IT. And I don't understand any of it. Like, why would the Walshes give their children names that sound sooooo similar? And is Megan Fox aware of what her husband used to sound like? And what the FUCK is wrong with Brandon?

But there is one character who I have taken a shine to. One character who I feel for, and relate to, and desperately want to hold in my arms. It's Andrea. It's obviously Andrea. You knew that before you started reading this. Her name is mentioned in the title of this post. It's a dead giveaway. Literally, if you look at the top of this webpage, you will see the word "Andrea" written in big, bold letters. There's even a picture of her. I don't know why we're still talking about it. Regardless, I am absolutely smitten with the 47-year-old high school student who has zero redeeming qualities.

There's just something about her annoying, boring demeanor. I feel sorry for her! Forced to hang out with all those young people, with a vagina that is essentially broken. Maybe it's her oversized glasses. Or her fashion sense (or lack thereof). Maybe it's the fact that I'm the type of person who writes stuff like "or lack thereof" and think that maybe she'd sleep with me. Either way, I'm intrigued. I'm so, so intrigued. I've never been more intrigued by anyone ever. So I figured why not make Andrea this week's Wednesday Wifey and do some research to find out who the hell this lady is (and see if she's still alive).

Turns out she is!

And is currently married to Alan Thicke's brother, Dick Thicke (not his name). Absolutely amazing that Dick Thicke buttons his shirt allllllllllll the way up. And not just on this one occasion...

... but all the time!

The whole point of not wearing a tie is that you don't have to button your shirt all the way up! I mean, what is this guy doing to himself? YOU DON'T NEED THAT TOP BUTTON, DICK. I went to a wedding last weekend (whilst wearing a tie) and complained the entire night that I was being choked out by Ricky the Dragon Steamboat. Nice hedges in Andrea's backyard by the way. Looks like Wrigley. Do you think he stuffed that shawl in her mouth later that night? I do. I obviously do.

Despite being out of the public eye for well over a decade, Andrea still has a bunch of Hollywood friends (which is nice for her!). Here she is with left to right: Billie Jean King, that deaf lady (by the way, how bout her BOD?! I see you def lady swingin' out dem birthin' hips!) and Irv Gumbel.

Turns out Andrea is still making movies. Here she is on the set of MALPRACTICE (directed by Micky Dolenz from the Monkees and I'm not kidding!). For the record, this picture was taken in 2001. That's 13 years ago. So Andrea is now 13 years older than she looks in this pic. Yeesh.

Pretty hot gunplay she's getting into there though. Not surprising considering Andj is a total nymph-bot. Here's proof:

Be honest, this picture is hot as fuck. Gagging herself with that Dixon Ticonderoges. The taste of stale wood in her mouth. Struggling to talk as she begs for an extension. "But Mr. Evster, I just need one more night to work on my paper!" Yeah, you need one more night, all right. One more night in my dank basement. *kicks water bowl toward groveling woman, water spilling out onto the cold pavement* No idea where I'm going with this. That's not true. We all know exactly where I'm going with this. I'm making a teenage woman drink out of a water bowl. It was the obvious next step. Maybe I'll bring her some saltines too (if she's good).

Seriously, Andrea is HAWT and you know it.

So let's go rapid fire through some of her hottest super sonic hotness pics.

Here's Ahhhnndrea lookin' like a cross between an old Chrissy Evert and an even older Martha Washington. Cleave is straight bangin' too. You can't deny it.

Lovin' dem calf muscles, girl! And the world's smallest beach towel.


Seriously though, he yammers are bangin' here. Haircut cost $11.95, but dem titties... wooooooooo, Dusty!

Little known fact: Most chicks prefer to climax on their stomachs.


Still got it.

84 years old, and she's still got it. Not really diggin' that low-fat vegan cheese pizza, but lovin' her Katie Couric Jr. hairstyle. I have no idea what the point of this blogpost is. Absolutely no idea. Thanks for reading.

I love you, Andrea.

Rest in peace.

Not dead.

But might as well be.

From now on, I think I'm gonna post a new TVMWMWMWWWM jawn every Wednesday. So there'll be Eagles Report Cards on Mondays at Zoo With Roy, TVMWMWMMW on Wednesdays, and my 700 Levvy column on Fridays. How's that sound? Who cares. Here's a list of animals with fraudulent diplomas. My favourite is Oreo Collins.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Juan Pabs and Whatsherface to Appear on Couples Therapy Which Apparently is a Show

Row 1: Shia Labuef & Ke$ha, Nicki & Juan Pabs
Row 2: Treach & his mom?, John Cena & Blondie
Row 3: Cosmo Kramer & Holly Robinson Peete,
Smiley Guy & Lady Person

Obviously I don't know shit about shit, but there's some show called Couples Therapy on VH1 tonight and Juan Pabberstein is going to be on it.

The show is hosted by a lady named Dr. Jenn, an actual doctor who spells her name with two Ns, and puts pictures of herself on the internet that look like this:

That's actually a pretty smart move -- keep the sun rays off your face.

Anyway, I will most likely not be watching this show tonight and that's obviously a lie.


Get your goddamn shoes off the couch, boiiyyyyyyyyyy!

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

2014 TV Fall Season Preview / Just a Post About Shows I'm Watching / Who Cares

RIP George Papadoppps

Summer is finally over.

Thank GAWD.

Enough with the sweating and the mosquitoes and the shooting black teenagers in their heads. Finally we can get back to doing what we were put on this earth to do... shooting black teenagers! I mean, watching televorsion!

There's some great shows coming to TV this fall: Rain Man the sitcom; Four Guys and a Dog; Frorvsville! (really looking forward to that one), but here are a few others that are 100% TVMWMWWWWMW approved.

Best Show That You Should Absolutely Be Watching But Don't Get Mad at Me if You Don't Like It

Jonah from Tonga, HBO

A spinoff of Chris Lilley's Summer Heights High, Jonah from Tonga is hilaaaarrrrrrious. (For those of you who are like, "Ev, what the fuck are you talking about?" Chris Lilley is an Australian actor/writer/comedian who has had a bunch of shows on HBO where he plays like a million characters, kinda like Eddie Murphs. Summer Heights High is probably his most well-known show, about a public high school in Australia, and Jonah (a Tongan aborigini teenager) is his funniest character and a total, total shithead. The show follows Jonah (Chris Liley) and his crew around as they curse off teachers, dick tap each other and breakdance right in people's fat faces. Highly recommended for those of you who like British-type humour, dumb teenage bullshit, and shows that don't suck butt. For the record, my wife has never once watched this show with me. Ever.

Best Show to Watch with Your Wife or Partner or Someone Who Doesn't Want to Watch Thursday Night Football Every Goddamn Thursday Night

Married, FX

This show sounds supes lame: a stupid couple in their late 30's struggle with raising kids and being old and shit, but it's actually really really funny and dark. Married stars Nat Faxon (Ben and Kate, writer of The Descendants) and some blonde lady (Arrested Development, those Sprint Framily commercials) as the main couple where the dude is obviously an idiot and his wife constantly gets mad at him. It also stars the lady who plays Mona Lisa on Parks 'N Rec and she's amazing. Overall the show is very, very good and not nearly as lame as it sounds which I admit sounds lame as butt.

Best Show to Watch On Demand Even Though You Might Not Get Starz

Party Down, Starz

One of the best sitcoms of alllllll tiiiiiiiime. SAID. This jawn was only on the air for two seasons because the world is a sad and disappointing place. Party Down is about a group of struggling actors who work as caterers in between auditions and shit. The show stars Adam Scott (Parks 'N Rec, absolutely everything, like literally everything) as Henry, a dude who had five minutes of fame after starring in a beer commercial and owning the catch phrase, "Are we having FUN yet?" It also has Ken Marino (the State, Wanderlust, Wet Hot American Summer, Burning Love, funniest dude ever) who plays crew chief Ron Donald (I mean, that's a good enough reason to watch right there, the guy's name is Ron Donald) and has dreams of one day opening his very own Soup R' Crackers, the fastest growing non-poultry, non-coffee franchise in Southern California. Honestly the show is fucking amazing and filled with an amazing cast: Jane Lynch (from all of Christopher Guest's shit and Glee), Lizzie Kaplan (Masters of Sex, va va va voom), the weirdo/adorable dude Bill from Freaks and Geeks/every Judd Apatow movie ever, the lady who played Sarah Marshall, all sorts of other ill muthafuckaz. Great show. Great cast. Great ending of this paragraph.

Stand Up Comedy Show That's Currently on my DVR but I Haven't Watched Yet for a Really Lame Reason

Katt Williams Priceless: Afterlife, HBO

Besides being maybe the best physical comedian out there, Katt Williams is hood as a muhg. This latest special was directed by Spike Lee, which I guess means something, and the only reason my wife and I haven't watched it yet is because her stupid friend Aubre said she'd come over with her stupid boyfriend to watch it, but they're too busy sucking each other's butts and I hate her.

Stand Up Comedy Show Coming Soon So Set Your Goddamn DVR for October 4th

Jerrod Carmichael, HBO

I saw this guy at Odd Ball Fest this summer and he was my possibly my favourite (in a lineup that included Louie CK, Dave Attell, Sarah Silvs, Hannibal Burress and Chris D'Elia). He's super relaxed and cool, kinda like Dave Chappelle, without the wacky shit. Honestly he's nothing like Dave Chappelle. He's just black. Whatever, he's about to blow up. Watch his special. Or don't. I seriously, seriously, seriously don't give a shit about anything you ever do.

Have you been reading my goddamn sports column every Friday on The 700 Level dot com? If not, I don't blame you, it's honestly not that exciting. JK IT'S FUCKING AWESOME. So if you want to read some ill ass shit, check out some stuff here. Or just look at this pic of a lady dressed up as a naughty giraffe. That's what I'd do, obviousslslsyylyyyyyy.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014


Details at 11!

Not really!

No idea what I'm going for here!

Hi everybody!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Bachelorette: The Real Reason Farmer Chris Got Sent Home

Horse and horse. 

Yeah yeah yeah, this blog still exists, get over it... we've got a shitty-ass TV show to talk about.

Look, we all know this seez of da Bachelorette has been a colossal failure. There's no getting around that. No matter how Chris Harrison spins it, or what hilarrrrriousssss moments took place -- remember when that one guy wore PANTS?! -- nothing will change the fact that this seez has been lame as butt. Dorf has been a dorf. Cody might be (the key word there is might be) certifiably retarded. Markus's chest hair was dope, I'll give him that, but everything else about this year sucked, and Monday's Men Tell All episode was the ultimate suckfest (even though Ashley's preggo tits were out of control).

But I don't care about Ashley's tits. I mean, I obviously care about her tits, but I don't really care about her tits. The reason I am back from my blogging hiatus is to talk about something that happened the week BEFORE, when Dorf went on her #horse date with Chris the Farmer. Something happened on that date that left me completely flibber-flabbled and I just had to talk about it on the internet to a bunch of strangers who literally have nothing better to do than read this blog.

For those of you who don't watch the show -- DIE. ALL OF YOU, DIE. -- last week, the Bachelorette and some white guy went on the standard #horse date where they rode around on horses and laughed about horses and had a picnic-style lunch (without sharing any of their food with their horses). Then, after laughing and smiling and not paying nearly enough attention to the horses, they ditched the horses so they could go and have private time. During this mid-date break, Chris filmed his on-air interview and uttered a statement that two weeks after the fact, I still cannot understand.

Farmer Chris told the cameras, "I'm so excited to be with Andi tonight. No horses."

No horses.

That was the key to the evening portion of the date.

Not being around horses.

Now first of all, how could "no horses" ever be better than horses? Think about every situation you've ever been in and how much better it would've been had horses been a part of it. Your prom. Your first job interview. The NBA Draft. Imagine Jay Bilas interviewing Julius Randle while a giant horse stood over Julius's shoulder. Just chillin', eating oats, wearing a Lakers hat, being a horse, looking absolutely adorable. Are you telling me that wouldn't be better than just hanging out with a white woman? Who wouldn't want that? Farmer Chris, that's who. A guy could not WAIT to ditch a couple o' good ole fashioned horses.

What was he hoping to accomplish that he couldn't have done with horses? It's not like horses care about anything. They literally have enormous heads.

FARMER CHRIS:  Oh Andi, I want you so badly. I want to just ravage you. It's just...

DORF:  What, Chris?

FARMER CHRIS:  I dunno, I just... I just can't.

DORF:  What, Chris? Tell me.

FARMER CHRIS:  It's Butterscotch and Ringo.

DORF:  What about them? Their heads? I know. They're so big and hilarious. I've literally never seen anyth--

FARMER CHRIS:  No, no. I like their heads. I really like their heads. I dunno, I just can't... you know. Not in front of them.

DORF:  Oh, Chris. They're just horses. C'mere. They don't care if we...

BUTTERSCOTCH:  Neighhhhhghhhhhh!!!

FARMER CHRIS:  Butterscotch, please.


FARMER CHRIS:  I just wish we were alone, Andi. That's all. Like back in Iowa.

DORF:  Oh, Chris. It's just you and me here, I promise. Stick your tongue in my mouth. I wanna feel how warm you are.



DORF:  Chris, ignore them. Take me. Take me now.

Horse lets out a giant horse fart.


DORF:  I actually think that was Ringo.


DORF:  Don't yell at Ringo! He's very sensitive!!

Ringo lifts up his tail and shits all over a cabbage. 


Chris runs away with his arms straight by his side and tramples through like 18 piles of horse shit as he leaves. 

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but let it be known that Chris was sent home later that night without getting the opportunity to have sex with a woman on national television. Frankly, I'm not surprised. I wouldn't want to have sex with a man who so excited to not hang out with horses. I liked Chris this year. I really did. But I totally understand why Dorf sent him home. What I don't understand is how those people in the Men Tell All studio audience didn't barf all over themselves the second Ashley and JP took the stage.

Those two are fucking disgusting.

I'm also not sure if she truly understands that he's actually Jewish.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Bridget Everett: Y'all Need to Recognize

Slim ankles doe.

So the wife and I was watchin Inside Amy Schumer last night -- and if you're not watching that show, you are living a goddamn lie -- and at the end of the ep, Amy introduced this lady, Bridget Everett, who is a singer/rapper/ill-nana comedienne who will blow your butt all over your face.

Check out her clips below.

She's my new favorite dime piece. The W and I bought tix to see her in NYC on August 6.


AAWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (that's a wolf noise)