Where they just spent 20 minutes chanting USA at the swimming shit on the olympics. Then when we won, they turned the Tv off and fucking blasted Gangters Paradise. Every bartender is singing along. And every single one has a ponytail.
But embarrassingly enough, it’s because I’ve spent the last hour playing balloon volley ball with three boys under the age of 5.
And I lied and said yes.
Did you guys know I’m a big crier? I cry in every movie. Every tv show. Even movie previews (I Am Sam actually, shutup). But nothing, and I mean nothing, makes me cry more than The Olympics. I cry every time someone wins. Every time someone loses. Every time they air one of those cheesy athlete profiles. I cry for dreams coming true and for dreams getting crushed.
And right now I’m going to cry because I’m stuck on this plane after having screwed up the music on my iPhone, and the ONLY thing in my music library is Fiona Apple’s first album.
That’s LIVE fucking television. And she’s wearing pink and a tiara.
Saw Vincent Piazza (Lucky Luciano on Boardwalk Empire) at Starbucks this morning. So hot. Bad shoes.
Go look, I’m serious.
This week on Shut Up, Weirdo we want you to tell us what wacky, silly, straight up idiotic things your parents made you do as a kid. Shave your arms? Send you to church retreats when all you did was make out with boys? Dress you up as a pilgrim for Halloween?
Call Frangry and the new Shut Up, Weirdo cohost (201-209-9368) to share your tales of parental misguidance. Tune in this Friday, 6 to 7pm ET, at WFMU 91.1 (NYC area) or WFMU.org.