Fast Food Nomenclature vs. Your Dignity
There's nothing like seeing Justin Timberlake fall to the ground in the fetal position as one of Ashton's kronies breaks the bad news that SUV #5 of 10 has indeed been hijacked and driven into an irrate Courtney Love's 3 foot deep above-ground pool.
Oh the irks of celebrityhood. I've watched a season or two of Punk'd and have been amazed at the naivite and apparent humility shown by California's most beloved as they're stupidly scammed by granny-shagging Ashton. Personally, if I had the world at my fingertips as does say P. Diddy--whose fan base seems unfazed by his inability to decide who he his--The dude changes names so often I'd be concerned my bank wouldn't let me cash last weeks paycheck. Your Diddy who...? But the check says Puffy Combs..?
Anyway, if I were of the P. Diddy rank I'd likely have a bit of a tude, know what I'm sayin? I think certain jobs of granduer germinate a sorta diva-like nasti-mus-attitudus virus. Perhaps that is why Jesus said it's harder for a rich man to enter heaven than a camel to squeeze through the eye of a needle... Ouch.
And so we see celebs like Lindsay Lohan leaving the scene of an eye-clawing--a cat fight with none other than 'the heiress' and she's broken down by a little car driver who accuses her of something she didn't do. There's something about being out of your element I suppose that's completely debiliating. I've met people like lil' Linds and pals, girls who aren't comfortable having a conversation that doesn't involve weaving in the 'F' or 'B' word into every sentence... You, like, expect me to actually make sense when I talk? Like I can't just use non-descriptive bleep words?
In any case, while you laugh away at Punk'd, don't be sure you're not next. Celebrity or not, the galaxy has a huge appetite for human humiliation and if last week it was Lindsay Lohan, this week it's gotta be someone new and there are only a mere 50,000 or so celebrities after all to cruise through...
So, if you're worth the 9.95 internet access you're utilizing to read this post you should be wondering; "How can I avoid any future attempts at recording my humiliation as I pretend to call my non-existent lawyer who is experienced in the defense of people who've killed the last living blue-footed booby?"
Well, kiddos it seems we can only try our best to be one step ahead of the rest. And I think I am.
It seems to me Comedy Central is now filming what is to be the decades biggest rouse and the location is your local fast food joints, the victims are: us, the patrons.
This all dawned on me yesterday when Nick returned from the smoothie shop. I had a 'Wu' size smoothie he says. "Wu?" I say. "Well, it was either a Woo, Wee or Woah." He said, as he explained...
"Sir, would you like a Wu, Wee or a Woah?"
"A Wu please."
"But buy a Wee and a Wee and you get the second Wee free."
"A Wee for free? Hhmm.. no thanks, I just need a Wu."
"But with the Woah you get a free energy booster."
"No thanks, I don't need a Woah or 2 Wee's, just a Wu please."
"What about adding a Wu booster?"
"No Wu boost needed, just a plain Wu."
I tell you, if repeatedly uttering Wu and Wee in public isn't humiliating (and thus good TV) I don't know what is. The next time you get a craving for "Billy's Biggie Boy Beefie Beanie Burger" or "Suzie Q's Twisty-twirl Poofy Puffs" - simply pick up the menu and point. You'll thank me for it and leave Comedy Central and it's burger flipping cohorts looking for new fodder.
Who knew there were such perils to today's reality - which is that cable companies and fast food joints are often owned by the same entity.
