First is this one guy that sits not to far from me. He reminds me of a Vogon from the movie Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. He walks all slow and has the same back hump. I don’t know if he writes poetry. But if he did, you’d know how good it’d be.

Secondly, we have a WWF classic. Outside smoking everyday I see Captain Lou Albano. Minus the rubber bands. If he had them in, I’d hi-five him every time I’d see him.

Finally, and just to piss me off, there’s Omar Epps. The guy, from what I can tell is cool. I never have really talked to him but he seems nice enough. I’m just upset because Omar Epps probably get poon thrown at him on an hourly basis and this guy must get it atleast on a daily just for the mere fact his almost a spitting image of Epps.

I know this could had been better with some comparison photos. I’ll see what I can do. There’s nothing stopping you from posting yours though.

I haven’t reviewed a movie in a while. I figured, “Why not? People need to have my view push upon them!” Here we go.

Clint Eastwood is getting old. And if your a fan of Brian Haley, it won’t make a difference. I looked up Brian Haley on IMDB to get a “I-remember-him-from-that-show” reference but, he’s been on a lot of random crap. I only really remember him from his Nazi marching stand-up on Caroline’s Comedy Hour. OK, enough about Haley.

If you like Gran Torino’s, you won’t see too many scenes with one. Why would you like this movie? I don’t know. The story moves a little slow. There’s no surprise twists. But if you enjoy old man racism, you’ll love Gran Torino. Everyone once in a while Eastwood will drop a racist one-liner to make me chuckle.

Either you’ll like or hate this movie. I’m not sure what the barometer is. I thought it was decent. I’ll give this movie close to a B- equivalent, weather that be “3-1/2 stars” or “wait for it on cable”.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?’

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree . . . .

Here at my place of employment, I walk past about four different Christmas trees in a day. Today I noticed someone has placed a menorah near the front door by the elevators. It’s an electric one with flickering flame type bulbs. I’m thinking it was picked up at a dollar store by someone whom is not Jewish. The chrome plastic base and construction says “I’m cheap” but the all lit up bulbs say “I’m not Jewish and have no clue on what this crazy candle stick is for”. I unscrewed all the bulbs minus the first and the taller center one. I’m sure someone will walk by it later and screw them all back in. Morons.

Also, if you’re going to buy a gift card for someone this year, buy them a Kwanzaa decorated one. This is so the cards don’t end up in the “Land of Misfit Toys”. Nobody wants a “Charlie in the Box”. Besides, redeeming them could result in hilarity. “Happy holidays, Gramdma!”