1) Went to the premiere of Rob Zombie’s new horror flick, “The Devil’s Rejects.” Goddamn, that movie was fucking NO. But for the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Zombie and all of the assembled cast and crew were in the audience with us, I would’ve walked my fatass out about ten minutes into it for a coffee and a tight slam o’ smack. Some marvelously inspired casting and some pretty damned impressive acting all in a frighteningly derivative, piece of horseshit film. Suffice it to say, as we were dressed like insane homeless people living under an overpass on the 163, we RAN the red carpet. You can kiss my ass E! I needed to hurry so I could get in line ahead of Deborah Van Valkenburgh and Priscilla Barnes for my large popcone and Diet Coke — both actors who totally ruled in the movie, by the way.
2) Went to Comic-Con: the largest assemblage of comic book fans and artists on the planet. Also, the largest assemblage of fat chicks in Xena costumes — they were COMPLETELY BRILLIANT! They didn’t give a FUCK about their hangin’ guts or their rotund asses or their back fat oozing out of their black leather warrior princess get-ups — they looked HOT, and they knew it. I wanted to stop and hug each and every one of them for the HUGE FUCKING OVARIES it takes to proudly strut about, LARGE AND IN CHARGE, in a society as fat-phobic as our own. I raise my french roast to you ladies — you made my weekend.

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