jack nicholson looks like britney. famous people are crazy.

who cares who won?

it’s over, johnny.

oof! now is the part of the show where we kiss the icons of the industry assis. three ‘great’ directors are announcing this one – even one who’s never won an oscar. best director: finally martin score-sez-he has won! omidawg! he’s in ecstasy. i wish he had lost just to keep up the losing streak. i love streaks for better or worse. his speech is boring. blah blah blah.

dude, they just used a pogues song to sell me an escalade…

(for those of you just checking in, the pogues were a seminal punk irish band whose lead singer had no teeth – he was very difficult to understand – and was also a notorious DRUNK)

Drunkard, please! I ain’t buying no cadillac & no pogues song is going to convince me to WASTE my money on a new car that I don’t need.

+ keep vacuuming, Ellen. Those shoes are fugly.

This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-�-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.