So, yah, the Oscars kind of sucked didn’t they? I mean, the opening video where Franco and Hathaway gambol through the various best picture nominees was entertaining, and there were some other laughs to be had here and there, but, overall, it felt very mechanistic and it was seriously lacking in the pizzazz department. And did you see how nervous Franco looked on stage? I kind of feel for him, because I completely understand how nerve-racking presenting at the Oscars would be. Anyways, at least the food was great, and the friends that joined me were delicious.
That’s pretty much all I have to say about the Oscars, so, now what? Hmm? HMMMM? Well, if you’re not going to answer, I’m just going to go to a bakery and get in a fight with a donut. As of right now, I’ve won 7/10 fights against jelly donuts, and 3/10 against sprinkled donuts. The reason for this discrepancy is because, simply, sprinkled donuts be crazy. Even the referee, a 346-pound rhino with marital issues, agrees that they should probably be institutionalized. But hey, what does he know, his wife cheated on him with a grape vine, literally! Alright, I’m off!
