Entourage

These pricks do everything together? Feels like this show is a heartbeat

away from those gay (not the 'modern ironic' gay, the butt sex gay)

sitcoms on those strange foxtel channels my parents don't pay for. But

I digress. 

My god these douchebags are annoying. Two are, well, douchebags, one's

just a whiney little vagina, the actor guy is a bit entertaining 

(thanks you for a dash of convinvingness), but his smugness makes me 

want to shit on his face. They all remind me of

the guys that spend half their shellfish existence talking quasi-roids

and listening to Russel Crowe's band at the gymnasium, watching each

other change and giving each other rubdowns. You know, the guys that

bang the girls I can only masturbate about WHAT.

My silly theory is that watching Entourage is like watching internet 

porn. We watch porn on the internet because of all the bizarre fucked 

up shit we will never achieve in real life (but obviously would given 

a bees dick of a chance). We watch these assholes because our minds

are subtly allured into making us, if only for a glorious fleeting 

few minutes, believing we are them. THUS is the magic of sound light

and motion, satisfying our complex psychological desires of escaping 

our gay (modern ironic) real jobs and having lots and lots of cool 

cars and reliable friends that follow you everywhere rubbing shoulders

with witty celebrities and bang hotties on the reg FUCK you my life

is like that.

The shows saving grace is Ari, who floats above the four main fuckers

giving them more shit than I am trying to and articulating it better

than me also. 

All in all, if your pal has all the seasons on his harddrive copy it 

up, and play it whilst you smoke out of your coke can and play a 

videogame that only requires a third of your attention.

Man I wish I was them :(