Wednesday, June 29
Funny How Things Work
Despite crawling through the vile putresence that is Who Wants To Be A Hilton? last night, including, I neglected to mention, the first time I ever had to watch Paris Hilton, Zombie Queen of Weimar America, I feel strangely...energized this AM. I'm sorta fleshing out a new reality-show concept, tentatively entitled Don't Bogart Me, in which groups of stoners would continually pass a bong, eat Pringles, and keep up a running commentary on whatever was on teevee or the stereo. Whoever falls asleep last comes back next week. There'd be a lot fewer histrionic spit fits. I see Cheech Marin as host, or Woody Harrelson if he needs work. Suggestions welcome.