I don't often agree with Kim Jong-un. The North Korean government decried the latest Seth Rogen movie as a "most wanton act of terror and an act of war." Neighbors was indeed a sophomoric, bathroom humor filled, one-dimensionally acted insult to all of us with families or who went to college. Apatow should be appalled. Wait, Korea was talking about Rogen's upcoming movie where he poses as a journalist who is asked by the CIA to assassinate Kim Jong-un during a granted interview. I don't have a problem with that. Never mind.
Today mark's the five year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death. Jam on. The media is treating it like it should be a national holiday. He was a past his prime, drug addled, possible pedophile. But his death-aversay will always remind me of the Cruise of Doom and my long lost belly button.
World Cup mania is upon us. And by mania I mean: how can you watch swarthy men running back and forth, for 90 plus minutes, like whirling Dervishes? It makes baseball, a thinking man's game, seem like a barn burner. Sure, the US v Portugal match had moments of pure exhilaration. The excruciatingly painful snatch of victory within the last 30 seconds was only offset by the smile upon Cubby's and Sugar's beaks. They are Portuguese Water Dogs after all. But even they wouldn't bite another player like that Uruguayan "player" Suarez - although, to tell the tooth, that did break up the monotony. Maybe after he get's banned, he should go play for North Korea, in case Seth Rogen shows up.
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