I for one am sorry to hear about that; I always liked Charlie Sheen and wished him the best. He was like a badass rockstar, and nothing ever seemed to bring him down. At the same time, I am completely unsurprised about this. Go bare-back on enough whores, and it's bound to happen.
You know, I sat and realized something today. I remember when HIV was a death sentence. Now? Kind of an annoyance. My phone can hold thousands of songs. I'm not exaggerating. The computer that I'm typing on right now is connected to the internet via wireless. I don't do it often enough, but as a kid born in the 70's, I look around and think 'Holy fucking shit, I can't believe how much has changed in my lifetime' and I'm only 43.
Yes, I do. Preferably from a female. While naked. And horizontal. Stop sending me the George Costanzaesque pictures Nett. Ok, just a couple more.
I don't go to porn sites anymore, but the vast wealth of naked women available at a simple click is mind boggling. Really think about this. Literally millions of women (and men, whatever floats your boat) getting fucked in every conceivable way. This content is beyond fucking, forbidden stuff like anal, golden showers, real and fake poop sex, naked Japanese women stomping gerbils. Stuff my heart can't take, nor my mind comprehend. Just out there for anyone to see. I once jacked off to the cover of a playboy. Not even the contents. Hell, it wasn't even the actual cover, just a thumbnail of a cover advertised by a magazine subscription brochure that came in the mail. That is pain. You little shits will never taste desperation so inexorable and unrelenting. I was 13 in 1994. Broadband wasn't available until 1999 at the earliest. It was like The Renaissance, but better.
I'll beat you: My father's Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition I found and promptly stole. This is back when our internet connection was based upon whenever I got my hands on an AOL free trial CD. Now we have fiber internet that's 40 Mbps. My son will never know what hard work truly means.
I was born in '81 and I still remember using JC Penny catalogs for the women's underwear section. Then one magical day in about 4th grade, someone left the shreds of a porno mag on the playground of our elementary school. I personally laid claim to one picture that was about 2x2 inches. That lasted me almost a year. Now? If I don't see a new step-mom eating out her step-daughter while being fucked anally in 1080i I can barely bring myself to care. Online porn is a two edged sword my friends.
I've got y'all beat: Try Lane Bryant catalogs. ("Plus-size" fashion for women) I was born in '82, and I definitely used the JCP and Sears catalogs, but the Lane Bryant catalog was my low point (at the time...). Wow, I used to be so easy to please...
I remember when The Box came out in the early 90's. I could see the beginning of Pop that Coochie by 2 Live Crew, grab a towel, get the dong leathered up and finish before the song was over.
So last night I decided to re-watch "Pop that Pussy" for, um, research purposes. I couldn't get over how skinny all of the women were in that video when compared to later rap videos. I remembered the girls being "thicker."
I just did some back of the napkin math, and I'm pretty sure that about half of my daily calorie intake is coming in the form of whiskey. That can't be good.
"The airports are closed, the trains are closed, the buses and bridges and tunnels...are not working" That line killed me. Don't know how Miley weasled her way in, but that exchange with Michael Cera at the end was fantastic.
Bill Murray is one of those people who can do no wrong. I've never met anybody who dislikes him, he's the Tom Petty of movies.
I Find Bill Murray to be amazing in everything that is not a Wes Anderson movie. But that's not because of him. I just don't get Wes Anderson movies.