Classic Nada – August 2002 Ramble On
By Sean "The Snizz" Oliver
Snizz is back, back again. Sorry it took so long between Rambles but I’ve been watching television and drinking. Oh, I also had to get some groceries.
Be on the lookout for The Notorious C.H.O. from comedienne Margaret Cho. See it’s wordplay on Biggie, don’t you get it? It’s hilarious, man!
By Sean "The Snizz" Oliver
Snizz is back, back again. Sorry it took so long between Rambles but I’ve been watching television and drinking. Oh, I also had to get some groceries.
Be on the lookout for The Notorious C.H.O. from comedienne Margaret Cho. See it’s wordplay on Biggie, don’t you get it? It’s hilarious, man!
People keep complaining about recent police brutality. Here’s a quick tip to avoid a beatdown: Quit breaking the fucking law.
Proof that human cloning has in fact already been perfected – Helen Hunt and Leelee Sobieski, or should I say Helen Hunt Jr.?
After his term is up I’d like to see President Bush in a buddy movie called Dubbyah and Me.
Here’s a new slogan for Mike’s Hard Cranberry Lemonade – Having a urinary tract infection doesn’t mean you don’t want to party!
The Soda Wars are heating up again. First Coke struck a mighty blow with Vanilla Coke. Then came Dr.Pepper Red Fusion and now Pepsi Blue. But I have a few critiques. First off, Coke is the only one who got it right with their Vanilla model. It was an old proven formula dusted off from the 50’s for a new generation. It leaves the flavor of the Coke, just tweaked ever so slightly. You know you’re still drinking Coke. The other two have blown it. Once a beverage takes on a fruity color such as blue and or red it ceases to become cola in the public’s eye. Unfortunately, the results of the taste test are in. Pepsi Blue tastes exactly like a Blue Otter Pop, a tropical shot I consumed en masse at college, without the liquor. What’s the point? Red Fusion…well I couldn’t begin to tell you what it tastes like. Start with cough syrup and go from there. Despite these failures, I admire the gusto and effort to bring the cola drinking public some excitement. What an exciting time to be an American!
Unfortunately, the era of lesbian chic seems to have passed.
After paying more than EIGHT dollars for chewing tobacco I was shocked and angered. I vowed to quit chewing in a few months if I am not stressed out, hungry or drinking by that time. In related news I am seriously considering recycling chew. Instead of spitting it in the garbage, I may save it in an as-yet-undetermined container to be consumed at a later date. This practice of recycling chew had a brief movement in the mid-‘90s when it was referred to as Bagwhanning. I have no idea why, so sod off in advance.
Is anybody else pissed that the WB has moved Angel to Sunday night? Anybody?
I am so tired of Disney movies pandering to children. Everybody knows their biggest market is creepy 30-somethings who watch mostly cartoons. And no I am not referring to myself. I’m 29.
I think the question on everybody minds these days is whether or not Michael Jordan still wears Hanes underwear.
Newsflash! Boy learns to play chord on his new guitar. New Musical Express describes his sound as raw, energetic and quite possibly the future of rock and roll. Dad thinks he should turn it down.
What’s up with drilling a hole in your head AKA trepanning? Why can’t these weirdoes just drink for pleasure like everyone else?
