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January 31, 2004

The Real World: San Diego - Episode 6: Episode Summary

The Real World San Diego: Episode 6

Brad and Robin Go to Jail
This is it, the one episode MTV has been hyping up since the first week of this garbage. People get arrested!

Actually, I've been waiting to see the one where Randy's friend from back home slips some chick a little "date rape" and does to her what Randy should've done to Robin a long ass time ago, but I guess it would be, as Bush Mengele Sr. would say, imprudent of MTV to hype something like that up.

But you know, I really wouldn't put it past MTV to hype up pretty much anything that they thought might draw ratings, so there must be some legal reason why we haven't heard about it yet. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they somehow managed to completely gloss over it.

I guess we'll have to settle for this episode, which begins like pretty much any other episode this season, with people drinking. Er, actually getting ready to drink, but what do you care? They're planning to go out to some club and Cameran and Jacquese have to get fake IDs. I guess they figure if it worked for that one big overgrown Muppet from Back to New York (who I so wanted to bang, don't ask why), it'll work for them.

It doesn't. Jacquese shows his to the guy at the door just hoping to get turned away because his roommates "don't know how to act" (foreshadowing, anybody?). Cameran, on the other hand, has this whole routine planned out by Robin who, as we all know, is a "night club industry" insider (a table dancer, to be exact) and surely if anyone knows how to get past security she does. Long story short, neither one of them got in.

Jacquese hurries home to get a little "whole house to himself" swack in before anybody else manages to get kicked out while Cameran has to have somebody flag down a cab for her and describe for the driver exactly where to take her (the big gay looking house by the water). How about for a long drive on a short pier? But before that can happen, somebody else in line yells something about how the Real World is really the Fake World, so Robin goes over and fucking punches the guy.

The Fruit Who Got Punched (sometimes I crack myself up) contemplates suing MTV, but I'm guessing somebody from BMP figured it would be cheaper and make for better TV if they slipped the guy a $50 and got him to complain to the cops who would then show up and arrest Robin. Maybe Jonathan Murray even fucked the guy in the back of the production van and that's how his neck got all scratched up, who knows?

Meanwhile Robin heads back inside the club where she meets Frankie who, as far as I can remember, was supposed to be inside calling a cab for Cameran, but was probably in there getting tanked and staring at guys' units like she always is. Meanwhile, Brad and Randy are somewhere in the same club getting just, heroically drunk and making passes at girls I'm sure they were completely embarrassed to have kicked it to once the shit came on TV.

So that's pretty much where the fun starts:

Robin is sitting at some table off by herself drinking when some geek who was working for the club comes up and informs her that there are some people who want to talk to her outside. He leads her to the back door out by the dumpsters and shit which should've been her first clue that it wasn't Cameran's dumb ass who was waiting for her outside. Still, being the dumb hooker that she is, she pulls a complete Jeff Spicoli when she's deposited out into the alley, all like "Wait, I thought my friend was supposed to be out here."

Nope, just the cops.

They ask her about what happened and she demonstrates by pushing the cop about eight times before he tells her to cut it out and then pushing him once more after that. It should also be noted that the little push she demonstrated for the cop beared no relation to the little fag punch that she gave the actual guy. When the cop informs her that the guy also had scratch marks, she goes "Well that couldn't have been me because all I did was punch him." Yeah, real smart move bitch.

So she gets arrested.

Meanwhile, Brad and Randy get kicked out of the club. It would've been cool to have seen what for, but I'm assuming it was just for being really fucking drunk. Outside they wander past Robin, who's sitting in the squad car and out into the street where they get into a little back and forth with a group of guys standing outside the club.

Some cops come over and try to get the two of out of the street and onto the sidewalk, but Brad looks like he's too drunk to tell the difference. Seriously, if he would've just went and stood on the sidewalk with Speech Impediment Boy, I doubt he would've even gotten arrested. Instead he just kinda stands there and makes some kind of goofy face at whoever the guy it was who was yelling at him, which prompts the cops to place him under arrest.

In the car he makes some more goofy faces and tries to get the cops to let him go because the guy actually did have a receding hairline but to no avail. As they're pulling off, one of the cops says something into his little walkie talkie about a penal code, to which Brad responds "Penal code? I didn't pull out my penis." Good shit.

While all of this is happening, Frankie walks up to Randy out of nowhere and is all like "Just who I've been looking for the whole night," which kinda made me go hmm... It would seem to me like too much of a coincidence for her to just pop up like that right when Brad's stupid drunk ass is being driven away in the squad car. I wouldn't be surprised if she had been stalking him all evening and the way she starts clinging to his ass right away is just more proof.

The two of them make it back to the house where Randy runs upstairs to inform Jacquese that Brad has been "straight up arrested." Jacquese is lying there in bed, under the covers wearing jeans and a hoodie. Can anybody say "pitching a tent?" Like a man caught masturbating, Jacquese jumps up right away and tries to get a handle on the situation.

He tries calling the jail to see where exactly Brad is at, but it's too early; his name isn't even in the system yet. All they can do at this point is wait. Jacquese goes and tapes a sign to his hoody that says "Free Brad" and starts jumping up and down again like a spider monkey and yelling "Free Brad" for a few seconds until the novelty wore off. Randy proclaims that he won't be sleeping until his boy Brad is free. Frankie, meanwhile, won't be going to sleep until she's at least touched Randy's unit, if not completely cleaned out the inside of her mouth with it.

That brings us to the next scene (or is it?) with Jacquese, Randy and his permanent attachment at this point, Frankie all lying three across the bed mumbling to each other. Frankie's all licking the goo from behind Randy's ear and trying to give the man a reach around while Randy, again completely oblivious, is mumbling some shit about "When are gonna prove my man innocent?" Jacquese is just kinda lying there taking it all in and no doubt contemplating reaching for his own unit.

Still later, Robin calls and tells Jacquese that the cops have taken her to a jail somewhere in Mexico. At this point, I'm getting Bad Lieutenant-style images of a bottle of tequila, two drunk naked 50 year old white guys and a naked bimbo with cartoonishly inflated hooters tied to the bed, but it turns out that the cops had just taken her to a women's facility that had a name vaguely reminiscent of a Mexican resturant. La Cienga or something.

Let's see... What else happens?

Well basically, we find out that Robin is being held until her court date and her bail is set at $8,000, which of course nobody has. Brad at some point calls the house and leaves a rather amusing phone message that kinda sounds like Dave Chappelle ("I'm in jail! Pick me up BITCH!"). His case sounds like one of those ones where you can show up the next morning with $150 and pretty much get the guy out and that looks like what's going to happen next episode. I'm still waiting for the one with the date rape action.

The Real World: San Diego - Episode 5: Episode Summary

The Real World San Diego: Episode 5

Hot Girl on Girl Action
I know reading this site, some people probably get the idea that all I do is sit around and watch the Real World (and MTV in general), but I'm pretty sure I've never seen this episode in its entirety. I think the first time it came on, I was drunk and passed out during it and then one day I cought a rerun of it during the day, but it was already half way over. Still, to get it over with and because I'm so good I don't even need to know exactly what happened, I'll go ahead and summarize it for you.

The episode starts out with the gang getting ready for some test that they have to pass in order to get $200 and become sailors. Robin tries to study alone but, unable to sound out all of the words herself and being the bigoted southerner that she is, runs and finds the little slanty-eyed Asian girl who, as far as I can tell, hasn't figured into an episode of this crap since move-in day. She should probably fuck somebody, preferably myself.

Maybe one day she'll Google her own name and come across this page (you know how those Asians are with their computers). Just in case, I'll go ahead and help her out:

Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie

That oughta do 'er.

So where was I? Oh yeah, the test. So it's the night before the test and the roommates (except for maybe Jacquese) are out doing what they do best. I'm not really all that clear about what happened during this part of the episode, but I'm assuming they just went somewhere and sat around and got tanked and then Jacquese showed up in the little generic SUV that they have (I'm pretty sure the thing has no badges) and picked them up. Or maybe he sat there and watched them get tanked the whole time and then drove them home.

In the car on the way home, somehow the conversation turns to how neither Cameran nor Jamie have ever kissed another girl, so you know what that means... But they're both kinda hesitant to go for it, so Robin and Frankie are both glad to demonstrate in a display that just reminded me of why I still like women despite their various deficiencies. So then Cameran and Jamie go ahead and give each other a kiss that was decidedly more lame, but awesome none the less. You can see a picture of it at the top of the page.

I should also mention that during this whole scene your boy Jacquese is about to lose it, bouncing around in the driver's seat like a fucking spider monkey. In an attempt to get a peek at Brad's unit, Cameran announces that she'll kiss Robin if Brad whips it out. It's at this point when Jacquese really goes off his meds and has to pull the car over, hoping to catch a peek at Brad's unit himself, no doubt.

So I'm assuming he says "Yeah, whatever" because the girls definitely go for it. I'd probably put this one somewhere between the first kiss with Frankie and Robin and the second one with Cameran and Jamie although someone else might beg to differ and claim that this was the kiss that ruled them all. Either way, I pretty much enjoyed all three and hope that this episode wasn't the last of the girl on girl action.

But what about that clown Jacquese? When Robin and Cameran went for it, this fool started dry humping the front seat of the car like somebody's dog or something all the while shouting "I like it! I like it!" In all seriousness, if I actually gave a shit about that nigga, I'd probably take that whole scene as a cry for help.

As far as I can tell, they go back to the house and continue to drink and shoot the shit until they fall asleep at around 6 a.m. only to be awaken by Randy's alarm clock at 6:45 so that they can do a little last minute cramming and the girls can play with their hair. Cameran even goes so far as to go down to the docks about an hour early to make sure she knows everything, but mostly just stands there and stares at the boat like the little retard that she is.

The whole testing bit pretty much bored me and I'm not going to go into it in too much depth. Basically, everybody at least passed except Brad and Cameran. The only two who did really well were Jamie, who's an Asian and Frankie, who apparently has some kind of photographic memory despite the fact that she couldn't remember whether or not she made out with Brad that first night in the hot tub.

On the other hand, Brad demonstrates that he knows which end of the boat is the front and which is the back and can spin the little wheel (basically the extent of the actual sailing part of the exam) but can't seem to match the sailing terms to their actual meanings during the written part of the exam. Cameran, the genetic mistake that she is, manages to fuck the whole thing up.

Afterwards, two amusing things happen:

Cameran calls her old man and tells him she managed to completely fail the sailing exam and thus didn't receive the $200 like everybody else. She asks him how much money she has in her bank account (as if she couldn't check it herself). $40 he says, clearly not amused. And that's after he took out a second mortgage on the double wide. When she gets back to Florida, he's going to be left with no other choice than to drop one off in her drawers. And I can guarantee he's not going to be gentle. After all, they could lose the double wide, in which case he'd be forced to move in with his brother/uncle Skeeter who drools all the time and collects road kill.

But again I digress.

And shit, that wasn't even the actual funny part. When she asks him if he can drop a little money in her account until she actually gets paid, he says, get this, "Bitch, who I look like, Wells Fargo?" Oh man, I laughed my fucking ass off. And people wonder why I'm always watching this shit.

Meanwhile, and maybe I got all of this shit out of order (who gives a shit?), Jacquese is all giggly about passing the test and has one of the more amusing confessionals I've seen in a while. He's all like "Yay, I won $200" as if he had never held that much money before in his life, knowing good and well he gets that exact amount in the mail every 1st and 15th. Nigga, stop frontin'. He holds up a little certificate and points to a little picture of himself and goes "See that's me right there" and then proceeds to spell out his name as if anyone gave a shit.

And that's pretty much it. The two retards spend another two days cramming for the test and eventually pass it. The gay guy who administers the test gives them a bunch of fruity looking uniforms to take home to the rest of the drunks. They all try them on and the Asian broad does some kind of dance like a mentally retarded Chinatown hooker might do on check day to drum up business. I'll admit to being somewhat aroused by it, so in a way, I guess you can say it was effective. It's just too bad that I'm broke.

The Real World: San Diego - Episode 4: Episode Summary

The Real World San Diego: Episode 4

The Fear of Big Boats
Episode 4 begins with Robin and Randy shooting some hoops. I guess this scene is to set up the fact that this is the episode where Robin and Randy sorta hook up, but not really. Robin says she's drawn to Randy because they both come from similar backgrounds (i.e. "the nightclub industry") and likens him to a huge teddy bear. She recites some annoying highschool basketball cheers and makes her huge fake tits bounce up and down in her shirt. Randy seems mostly oblivious.

Cut to the next scene, which could be the day before or the day after or whenever. They're all out on the patio doing what they do best when somebody brings up the issue of casual sex. I can't remember who it was and it's been a while since I've seen this episode. Maybe they don't even show who brought it up. Anyhoo, Robin says she had some casual sex, but that was a long time ago (probably two weeks ago) and she's moved on from that point in her life lest she be seen as some kind of table dancer. Even better is Randy's response: "I'm a very passionate guy. When I like a person, I can't hold nothin' back. It's very... passionate." Spoken like a true art major.

The roommates receive a little Road Rules-style clue about what their job is going to be. All it says is show up at the docks wearing your bathing suits. They do a little speculatin' as to what the job could possibly be. Lifeguards? Boat cleaners? Jacquese, upon hearing about the bathing suits, hopes it doesn't haven't have anything to do with swimming because, like every other black guy in the history of reality TV, of course he can't swim. No, I'm sure it's just so that the gay guy who produces this crap can get plenty of pictures of you in your skivvies. For his own private collection.

At some point, maybe the same day, Frankie sees a cruise ship pulling into the harbor and lets out a shriek like a pig getting his hair burned off in one of those PETA videos. OMG, what a psycho hose beast! Fortunately for her, I've got just the thing that could shut her up. She strikes me as the kind of person who would Google her own name and we do live in the same state so here:

Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie Frankie

I think that'll do.

Also, it was funny just watching the roommates reactions to her little panic attack. When it happens, Cameran so obviously tries to choke back her laughter, but then when she realizes it's not a joke, she just lets loose. Evil little cracka bitch. Robin who's in the next room goes "If you're afraid of a boat that size, I'm sure your afraid of [I couldn't make out what she actually said, but I'm sure it had something to do with Brad's unit].

The bulk of the show consists of Randy and Robin's little near-hook up. Here's how it went down, along with my usual astute analysis:

Robin and Randy are out in the drinking area having a deep conversation about religion. Randy tries to explain "agnostics" to Robin, which I'm assuming is some kind of Elron version of agnosticism.

Randy: Lemme explain agnostics to you.

Robin: Like, I totally believe in a higher power, but…

Randy: That's agnostics! That is agnostics.

Robin: Really? Like I always knew that's how I felt.

Randy: That's agnostics.

Meanwhile Brad and Cameran are inside eavesdropping and gossiping about whether or not the two of them are going to hook up. Brad looks like he couldn't be any more annoyed with all of it.

The two nightclub employees make their move to the hot tub. Robin climbs on top of him and shoves her little botched boob job in his face. Maybe the only way she could've been any more obvious is if she had somebody write across her forehead in magic marker "Please put your unit inside me. Now!" Still, Randy seems to be pretty much oblivious. Was it the alcohol? I mean, wtf?

Randy mumbles something to the effect of "I'm about to melt," so they make their move from the hot tub to the shower. Robin makes her way to one end of the shower room, behind the glass just daring Randy to come back there and hit that. Of course Randy, the passionate man that he is, instead decides he's going to drop trou and stand there in the "Hey, everybody look at my cock pose" for what seems like a good ten minutes or so.

Meanwhile Cameran is standing in the doorway the entire time giggling like she just found a piece of candy in her pocket. She runs into the kitchen to inform Brad that Randy is in the shower naked and Brad flashes her this look that just says "Bitch, get the fuck outta my face with that shit."

The old pro that she is, Robin walks from the back of the shower into the front where Randy's standing, plants herself right in front of him, looks down at his cock, points at it and then goes and climbs in his bed. Now, we can go back and forth all day about what's considered consent and what isn't, but there's no way that anybody could look at that piece of tape and not have to admit that she was pretty much begging for it. Maybe if she went in the room, leaned over against the edge of the bed and propped her huge naked ass in the air and put on "Rape Me" by Nirvana, she could've been a little more obvious, but just barely.

But I digress.

The other amusing part of the episode is what goes on once the two of them are in bed. Randy walks into the room and sees Robin already in his bed like some Roofies-addled sorostitute (foreshadowing?). If I had to guess, I'd say her pants were probably already off at this point and that's why she insists for the duration of the scene that she be pretty much obscured by covers. Randy, with his drunk, functionally illiterate self says something about a huge pillow and climbs in the bed. The cracka shouldn't have been saying anything, but I already went there once this episode and there's no point of me going there again.

Anyhoo, that wasn't the funny part. Meanwhile, Cameran and her little pervert buddy Jacquese are in the next room eavesdropping. Jacquese gets all giggly and is like "I think something's about to happen." No it ain't, nigga. If that kid was anywear near as attuned to the sensitive dynamics of male-female relationships as I am, he would've been able to see what was going down. Hopefully, one day he too will be able to read this. In fact, here we go again:

Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese Jacquese

Maybe if he's lucky I'll let him come down to Creve Coeur where I can make him drink Natty and try to slap some sense into him, because right now the nigga is just not representing for the black man the way I would've expected him to. Somewhere (probably in his mom's basement), Syrus from the Real World Boston is watching this crap and cringing.

Jacquese the Pervert with a Silly Name pretty much goes into the room where the two of them are in the bed getting their cuddle on (sad) and stands right over the bed. I was halfway expecting him to reach down into his pants and start spanking it like a retarded kid would but, as we've all heard now a thousand times over, he is a Morehouse student so I'm sure he just waited until everybody was asleep and jerked off in the bathroom or something.

So while he's standing there, he overhears Speech Impediment Boy describing his hard-on to Robin. First he says something like "It's hard, I just can't deal with" and then all of a sudden he just goes "Boom! Bazooka Joe." Maybe Robin had given him a hand job and that was his way of announcing she had jerked his gerkin to "completion." Whatever it was, the roommates got a huge kick out of it and went around repeating it, Rainman-style for the next couple of days or so.

There was some other shit that happened this epsiode, but I don't really care to describe it. Basically, they report to their new sailing job, Frankie has a little mini panic attack until she realizes nobody gives a shit, they meet their bosses who appear to be a gay couple (which wouldn't surprise me seeing as there is no "token gay guy" in the actual cast) and one of them gives Jacquese the gayest life jacket of all time to wear. Maybe if it had a big picture of Richard Simmons across the back, it could be a little bit gayer, but just barely.

Off to join Pedro

Off to join Pedro

Mary-Ellis Bunim, Co-Creator Of 'Real World' And 'Road Rules,' Dies
Mary-Ellis Bunim, producer of shows like the Real World and Road Rules and an all around pioneer in the world of reality television, died the other day of cancer at age 57.

Check out this amusing quote from Jonathan Murray aka the Gay Guy from BMP:

"Mary-Ellis was a one-in-a-million partner and friend, and I will always treasure our incredible years of collaboration," Murray said in a statement. "Even as the family at Bunim/Murray Productions mourns her loss, we will honor her memory by remaining committed to her ideals of creativity, adventure and excellence, both on the screen and in our lives."

Creativity, adventure and excellence? Hmm...

I think in honor to Mary-Ellis Bunim and her committment to the ideals of creativity, adventure and excellence, I'm going to go ahead and finish off those Episode Summaries of the last three episodes of the Real World that I've been putting off for the last week or so.

That way, people can witness my own personal committment to the ideals of creativity, adventure and excellence, which were no doubt formed from years of sitting in my parents' basement watching crap like the Real World and Road Rules.

January 30, 2004

Where's his Benetton ad?

Is this the face of a serial killer? Wait, don't answer that question.

Schwarzenegger Faces Plea for Clemency
ACTION ALERT: The Governator is planning to fry this nigga February 10th for hacking up a few crackas back in the 1980s. The problem is, we don't know for a fact whether or not it was him who did it or some crazed cracka serial killer. If the evil cracka prosecutor in this case has his way, this nigga might be toast before we get a chance to find out.

Here are a couple of facts about this case:
1) Blonde hair not belonging to the dead crackas was found at the scene of the crime and in the hands of one of the actual victims.

2) Some cracka already in prison has since come forward and admitted to being the hacker.

Those two facts plus the fact that you don't really see black people going around hacking people up (white people on the other hand...) would lead me to believe that Kevin Cooper is not guilty of the crime he's about to be executed for.

In fact, that's probably what he was thinking when he fought and won a DNA test that would've cleared his name had the results not been tampered with. But before the test could completed, an evil cracka criminologist working for the prosecutor--unbeknownst to the defense team, or even the judge--checked out the evidence kit, along with Cooper’s blood and saliva samples, and then checked them back in 24 hours later. Can anybody say O.J. trial?

Several celebrity activist-types have gotten involved and are planning to run one of those signature ads in a buncha California newspapers in an attempt to get the word out and hopefully get the Governator's attention. Among those who have already signed on are Danny Glover, Janeane Garafalo, Howard Zinn, Noam Chomsky, Peter Camejo, Stephen Bright, Jesse Jackson, Ruben "Hurricane" Carter and Angela Davis.

RELATED:
Find more information about the case and how to get involved.

Email the Governator and try to convince him not to become an Exterminator like his Nazi pa.

UPDATE: The Governator has denied Kevin Cooper's plea for clemency, which pretty much clears the way for the state to fry his ass. Peep this, from the Governator's statement:

"Evidence establishing his guilt is overwhelming, and his conversion to faith and his mentoring of others, while commendable, do not diminish the cruelty and destruction he has inflicted on so many."

It makes you wonder if he even looked at any of the facts, or if he just said fuck it...

Wine: Not only for crackas

The loveable Old James

Winemaker on a mission
This old crazy nigga is on a mission to get more black people drinking wine. Hmm...they must not have Night Train out in the sticks.

Looking for boobs?

Looking for boobs?

Google unhappy with rude copycat
I spent a few minutes fooling around with Booble and didn't really find anything I hadn't already seen or couldn't find using regular old Google. Still, it's kind of a cool idea. Hopefully Google doesn't sue it out of existence. If anything, they should probably buy it and make it work better. That's the kind of solution that would please everybody. Hell I should be in politics.

The little fucker bit me!

A group of midgets

Dwarf group head supports TV show
So Fox is coming out with a dating show about midgets called The Littlest Groom. This could be pretty gross. Why not midget wrestling? That would be awesome.

Evil creationist crackas

Evil creationist cracka
Ga. Official Wants to Replace 'Evolution' It looks like they already have replaced evolution in Georgia.

RELATED: It's happening here in Missouri too.

Give this bitch the chair

Give this bitch the chair

Robin Givens Strikes, Injures Pedestrian
Robin Givens, the evil skank who took all that money from Mike Tyson and then went and banged some cracka tennis player, ran over some 89-year old woman in a cross walk down in Florida. Just imagine if that was your grandma.




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