Music. Film. Popular culture. Through the eyes of a budding teen writer, wasting away in suburbia.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

The stars are Sheen-ing.

Imagine what I would have done with my fire-breathing fists.
I'll take a day in the life of Charlie Sheen. Yeah, just one day.

Yeah I'm on a drug. It's called Charlie. Sheen.

Fuck Two and a Half Men, shit show anyway. Late Night with Charlie Sheen? Now we're talking. A documentary would also suffice. Need blog traffic? Write about Charlie Sheen. Charlie Sheen. Charlie Sheen. Charlie Sheen. Charlie Sheen. Charlie Sheen? Yessir, Charlie fucking Sheen.

Funny the stuff you can say when your world is a cocktail of porn stars, cocaine and boat shoes. I feel I need some too.. boat shoes that is.

Life is good friend, life is good.


Whores.

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