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Really?

Friday, June 19th, 2009

gene

Gene Simmons has issued the following update via his website:

“Yep. For all of you who have always wanted to pee on my face! Now you can. A&E has put Gene Simmons Family Jewels urinal cakes throughout the country, featuring my face on the cakes”

he goes on to say,

Please leave the urinal cake in the pee hole for others to enjoy. Reports have come in that some of you have been stealing ‘em.”

Well now that’s just good marketing right there.

Are you frickin kidding me?

First it was Dr Pepper and now urinal cakes? I guess next you’ll be on QVC hawking herbal remedies for erectile dysfunction.  Or how about the all new Kiss denture adhesive and adult diapers. Now you can karaoke Beth and hang a monkey tail at the same time.  Dude, you are Gene frickin Simmons. Get a damn hold of yourself. Otherwise, you’re gonna have to stop painting those pointy things on your eyes and start painting little nozzles on there because you are turning into one big ass douche.

And as for the people that have been stealing them… you GOTTA be frickin kidding me. You’re reaching…into…a …place ..where….dudes….drain….the….big-vain. Hell, Megan Fox could have written her phone number on one of those urinal cakes and I wouldn’t reach in there to get it. Alright, that’s a lie. I’d bob for that like it was in a barrel of apples. But the point is that if you reach into a urinal to get a souvenir, you’re an idiot.

Maybe if you’re lucky the next time KISS is in town you can just hang outside the tout bus and when they empty the toilet tank you can fish out a gen-u-ine Gene Simmons floater.

THE ALL  NEW ANGRY PATRICK WEBSITE

And you do WHAT for a living?

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

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This guy dressed like “Pee Wee Herman Goes on Safari” is none other than Marc Jacobs. If you don’t recognize that name let me help you out. Marc makes a living as one of the biggest fashion designers in the world.

Now, I can honestly say I have never bought anything of his. A) because I am not sure where one would even find it and B) because I imagine one shirt probably costs about as much as my car payment.

However, if you want to look like a 5 year old who was given free reign at the Salvation Army Thrift Store or a Dutchman on acid, this guy MUST BE the designer for you.

And by the way, what the hell is up with the solo suspended behind the tie?

I’ve seen circus clowns that had better fashion sense. No wonder designers and the people who wear them are all pompous turd wranglers.

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Douchenozzle of the Week

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

phil-spector-mugshotYou guys remember music producer Phil Spector. He was sentenced to 19 years in prison last month for the murder of actress Lana Clarkson. Now, his wife, Rachelle Spector, is speaking out Rachelle wants everyone to know how bad Phil’s being treated.

She says, “He’s locked in a 5-by-9-foot cell 23 and a half hours a day. They treat people worse than animals. I want that known.”

Oh my God, Rachelle. That’s terrible. Maybe we should start a petition to get him better treatment.

Are you frickin kidding me?

You know, you’re right. Maybe they could bring him a nice easy chair, a big screen with Sportscenter and serve him Heineken and a braturst all day long.phil-spector

NEWSFLASH: He’s in frickin prison! Your husband was convicted of frickin murder. As a matter of fact, he didn’t just murder her, he tortured her for a while first.

So, you’re damn right he’s in a cell 23 ½ hours a day. And I hope the thirty minutes a day he does get out of the cell is spent with the guards rubbing his nuts across an old timey wash board. I hope every time he goes to the shower he gets teabagged so much that Lipton offers to sponsor an ad across the bridge of his nose.

Rachelle, you were at the trial when four other women came forth and said he also tortured them with a gun and here you are flapping that cakehole about his rights. I’m starting to wonder if you have late stage syphilis because you’re crazier than a crackhouse cockroach.

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My Prayer

Saturday, June 6th, 2009

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Dear God….

Please allow me to be in the same room as Megan Fox’s boyfriend, Brian Austin Green.  And subsequently, please offer me forgiveness for the fact I may have to kill him if he doesn’t agree to leave the country and never call her again.

I would club three miles of baby seals just to spend 60 seconds with her. She could leave the door open while she pooped and I would still think I had died and gone to heaven.

I need help. Serious professional help. Not for mental reasons. I need a professional assasin to take Brian out. Anybody know one?

Yes, my master (loud breathing noises after)

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

marilyn-manson

When the hell did Marilyn Manson become the Emperor from Star Wars? I look at this dude and think one of two things:  A) He wants to build a giant round space station and dominate the galaxy or B) he just joined a Gay Monestary .  And, now that I look at it again, he could also be soon be completely regenerated and only Brendan Fraser could save us from total doom. Or he could be Nick Cage in drag. Wow. I never noticed the resemblance before. Except I don’t think Nick Cage’s jaw looks offset to one side by 4.2 inches like ole Emperor Goth here.

But, all that aside…Marilyn….pssst….hey buddy….YOU LOOK LIKE A FRICKIN IDIOT! You were already ugly but now you are ugly and in need of fashion advice and probably a shower.

Somebody tell me how this doucheknuckle has been able to get jiggy with Dita Von Teese and Evan Rachel Wood?  I swear to God if this dude worked at the DMV he would spend his life a virgin but give an assclown money and a microphone and ya got solid gold. Wait a minute….I just described …me. Except without the whole money part.

Happy Monday…REALLY?

Monday, May 18th, 2009
I don't need this on Monday morning.

I don't need this on Monday morning.

Do you have a co-worker that is just exhaustingly cheerful? You know what I mean….it’s that douchebag who greets you with the exclamation, “Happy Monday” !

Look, asswipe. I spent all weekend doing yard work, chasing three boys who are ADHD (Think of it like dealing with greased weasels on crack), battling it out at Wal Mart to try and make $70 stretch into a week’s worth of groceries (which means I have to spend 20 mins scouring the potato chip aisle to save a frickin quarter) and you wanna roll into work like there’s a bluebird on your shoulder.

Here are a few tips to get Mr./Mrs. Happy back for effing up your morning like that.

1) One of the most classic tricks of all…put vaseline on the ear part of their phone. Nothing better than seeing Mr. Happy lose his super-feel-good groove because of an ear full of goop.

2) You know all those faxes you get at work about $29 vacations and $15 health care plans. Give them to Mrs. Happy. ALL OF THEM. EVERY DAY.  And do it with the same overzealous joy they have. “Look Sue, here’s a GREAT vacation deal for you! ” or “Maybe this health insurance offer will help you with the herpes medication you take.” Say that REALLY LOUD.

3) When they say, “Happy Monday!” respond with, “Did you know in the time it took you to say Happy Monday that 431 women became victims of domestic abuse? How can you be happy when women are being beaten. That must get you excited, huh Chris Brown?”

4) When they are away from their desk, change their image preferences from SAFE SEARCH to DO NOT FILTER MY SEARCH. Next time they google a random thing like “excited” they will get an eyefull of crazy naked people doing things no normal human would do. Pray the boss walks by at that moment. “John, I wanted to ask you about the TPS rep…is that a goat? And a ….man? What are they doi….OH MY GOD! GET IN MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW!” Ahhhhhhh…..how happy is Monday now, Mr Cheerful?

5) Get a tiny tape recorder and make a recording of you whispering their name. “Beatrice….Beatrice….Beatrice.” Everytime they get on the phone, play it. Turn it off as soon as they hang up. They will think they are losing their mind. “Did you call me?” “No, why?” I heard someone whisper my name.” “ummmm….I didn’t hear anything. Are you feeling ok? Maybe you should call a doctor.” Keep doing it until they break. And then kick back and enjoy a miserable Monday like everyone else.

www.angrypatrick.com

Please let me wake up…Mommy…are you there?

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

gaga-dumb

I have this recurring  dream that I am being chased by this insane woman from the future who never wears pants.  My doctor says no matter who is in your dream, they are all manifestations of self. Which apparently is fancy talk for saying that I wanna dress up like a frickin idiot and wrap the Saturn Rings from my 4th grade planet model around my head. My doctor obviously knows nothing. And why does he keep giving me a physical every week? The worst part is that it’s all really inconvenient because his office is in his home and he always wants to put on this leather outfit prior to giving me the exam.

Oh…and in all seriousness…what the hell is that outfit about? I can only pray that her dumbass is on her way to be beamed up to the mother ship and head back home to Planet Douchetopia.

When did fashion start meaning “look like a Star Trek reject”? And what are the holes at the bends in her arms for? Is that like in case she gets a really bad itch? And is that corsett giving her a mammogram while she wears it? It seems to be pressing hard enough. I made better outfits than that out of cardboard and pipe cleaners when I was 7 yrs old.

I could go on for days but it just pains me to keep looking at the picture. My corneas are asking me for legal separation. Loyal reader, you’ll have to create some of your own jokes to fill the space.

Somebody’s been eating daddy’s steroids

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009

brooke hogan 060509

Do I really need to say more than the title?

No. Will I?

Yes.

This is Hulk Hogan’s little girl, Brook, and by little girl I mean an absolute MAN! Square jaw? Check. Moustache? Check. Too tall to be female? Check. The only thing this dude did was have his adam’s apple shaved down.  Wyatt Earp had a smaller moustache than that! Damn, get a Gilette Fusion or something!

And did I mention that she / he/ it …was at Pure Nightclub for her / his/ its 21st birthday? 21st? Are you frickin kidding me? I saw an 82 Dodge Caravan yesterday that looked like it had less miles than she does.  As a matter of fact, I imagine that the NASA Discovery has fewer miles…and likely smells better.

If I saw this in an alley I would just roll up into a ball and play dead and hope it went away.

Alex Rodriguez, sir, you have met your match. Somebody call Congress.

Alternate titles for this rant:

Vince Neil is that you?

Bigfoot sighted at nightclub!

and

Not with yours and him pumping.

www.angrypatrick.com

Anger Mis-Management Returns to Russ-Vegas!

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

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Russellville….you asked for it and we heard you! We are coming back to bring the anger on may 23rd!

The line up includes…

Your host and first comedian : Michael “Doc” Davis

The winner of Arkansas’ Funniest Person 2009 and your feature act: Chucky D

Your pissed off headliner, ME!

AND …special guest star: Jason Thompson – this guy is funny as hell! If you have never heard him he is worth the price of admission alone!

WORD OF WARNING: Last show completely sold out and people were turned away at the door! Get tickets in advance HERE!

Where the next pandemic will come from

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

lindsey-finger-nail

How many possibilities exist of what is under that fingernail she’s working? Now, how many of the things you just thought of were even sanitary? And if they have anything to do with Mr. Miagi’s destitute nephew, then it is likely even worse than you or I even imagined. Really, if you think about it, I bet there are scientists around the world who would love to clip that nail.  I guarantee you the next black plague is in the developmental stages under there.

I would rather dip a ladel in an outhouse and do it like a Jaeger Bomb than let her fingernail get anywhere near my mouth.

And yet….she is still so damn good looking, isn’t she? Then again, so is a Coral Snake and I don’t wanna put that in my bed.

www.angrypatrick.com