So, after all that confusion here regarding the Paris Hilton Ad and whether or not the damn thing was Too Hot For TV or not, Carl’s Jr. has gone and created another site that contains a 60 second interwebs only version for all you “one hand on the keyboard” types that 30 seconds just wasn’t long enough for.
Personally, I’m holding out for the directors cut. I’ve heard there’s actual cows involved.
Find the ad here over at Spicy Paris.
Archive for May 2005
TV Or Not TV? Apparently Both… Two Timing Tramp
But They’ll Never Take Our, Oh They Did….Shite
Lazlo here. A moment of bleary eyed silence in honor of the passing of our good friend the British Happy Hour. The British Beer and Pub Association (I bet ya that club has one hell of an initiation) is putting an end to the all you can drink pint fest all over the Greatest of Brittas in order to curb violence and binge drinking. It is a sad day for Lazlo with those being two of my favorite pastimes. Although, I guess we should be happy because the Brits will now be allowing pubs to stay open later. I am not sure if this is a battle or a war but One small step for Sorry British Drunks, One big ass step towards tardiness.
Cheers, Laz
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Keira Knightley Pics From The Jacket…
Well, while still stewing over my damn cell phone camera debacle, and knowing damn well that The Jacket DVD release is still a few weeks away, I thought I’d search for those pictures, you know for shits and giggles. And wouldn’t you know it, I think I found them. Or at least something…
For those people who have been around since the beginning, you know why I’m concerned about these. For the new Drunks, here I pretended to have the nude pics a couple months ago when I started this site as a way to try and drum up traffic and then, ultimately felt guilty about duping my potential readers and I posted all the nude pics of her I could find here.. So, that lead me to the search to somehow win back my credibility.
All I can say about these pics is… What’s the big f*ckn deal? I guess, technically, they’re nude, but shit, the ones I posted here a few weeks ago were better than this sh!t. Oh well, (Cue orchestra – Dun Da Ta Da!!!) Keira Knightley’s nude scene in The Jacket… NSFW, I think…
Updated: Monday’s Hangover: The First Rule of SorryIGotDrunk Fight Club Is…
So, we finally got the internets up at the new SorryIGotDrunk HQ this weekend, just in time to stream the KROQ Weenie Roast, which was good. I didn’t get a chance to post anything though until now, because I spent the weekend pretty much retarded drunk and such…
Saturday began at around 10am with the unsuccessful search for a Cubs game at a sports bar in LA. (Still no satellite at the new HQ). After driving all the way from the Crack House to Hollywood to an old stomping ground of ours, Barney’s Beanery, and them not having it, we then scurried down to Santa Monica to the Over Under where again, no luck. But by this time, it was noon and there was drinking to do…
SorryIGotDrunk Buyer’s Guide: The Shooter Buddy
Usually the amount of time my whiskey is aged depends solely on how long it took the delivery truck to get it from the factory in Hoboken to the SavOn Drugs or Albertson’s. There’s really nothing like drinking grain alcohol so special that you can actually feel it burning the lining of your stomach.
But some people like to drink “quality” liquor that has sat around in some barrel for a bunch of years or some shit. I say, if it doesn’t come in a plastic bottle, it doesn’t come in my mouth. Wait, I meant go in my mouth. Forget it.
Well, now there’s something for everybody. Through the mystical powers of magnets and particles and other sciencey type stuff, The Shooter Buddy instantly ages booze the equivalent of ten years. So now I can still get my economy jug of Evan Williams or Charles Shaw and make it taste like Jack Daniel’s and Chateau Lafite. Personally, I’m going to wait until they have one big enough to fit a box of wine. (Thanks, Laz)
Avril Lavigne Continues Bid To Be My Future Ex-Wife
In what has turned out to be a red letter week for all the women in my life, Lindsay, Paris, and Avril, (I know that’s sad), the most respected publication in the world of journalism, Star Magazine, is reporting that my sweet little Canadian Punktress is out of control.
“I’m the kind of girl who, when I go to a bar or club, I just want to get wasted.”
“Avril totally drinks to get drunk. And when she’s drunk anything goes — she turns into an absolute party animal.”
Well, if there’s ever been a reason for me to get my lazy drunk ass North of the border, I guess it’s now. I do my best work when the girl is drunk and out of control. Oh, and young. I almost forget young.
Some more pics I snagged over at The Superficial after the jump…
Undoubtedly The Only Car She’s Ever Washed – Updated
I’m not going to even pretend I’m above posting this… The new internets-only Paris Hilton commercial is up at CarlsJr.com now. Enjoy…
Update: So, after reading the past couple weeks about the commercial being banned over at The Superficial and Adweek among other places, I saw it no less than four times last night while I was watching the OC and CSI in my jacuzzi, drinking Cristal with Jennifer Love Hewitt and Elisha Cuthbert… Guess you just can’t believe everything you read.
SorryIGotDrunk Buyer’s Guide: E3 Edition
Well, move over Fido.. Man’s Best Friend is on his way. Unveiled at E3 this week is the new Robosapien V3. Who gives a shit about some stupid toy robot, you ask? Well check this out..
“…now he can lie down and get back up onto his feet, distinguish between different colours and sounds, grip and pick up an object as heavy as a beer can, and throw lighter objects around ten feet.”
A voice operated robot that can pick up beer cans and throw stuff ten feet? Where do I sign? And, shit, my ex-girlfriend couldn’t even distinguish between different colours and sounds. But then again, she didn’t even know Delaware was a state. Sigh. She was pretty though. Pretty n’ dumb.
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Star Wars: Revenge Of The BitTorrent
It looks like the rebels have won the battle this time against the Lucasfilm Empire. ROTS has leaked to the net. For fear of deportation by the Marin County Battledroids, I can’t post the link, but I’m sure all you savvy cyberdrunks can find it if you so please.
In a related story: George Lucas is still worth more than Guam, and will lose nothing because of this. Anybody with enough geek knowhow to download and watch this bootleg will no doubt have their ass in the theatre by day’s end.
And since I have no interest in watching the film in a tiny window on my computer, and even though I did manage to thwart Laz’s drunken coaxing to see the film at a 6:30am show this morning, I’m sure I’ll be there this weekend, too.
Lindsay Lohan’s True Identity Revealed
Not that I want to keep ragging on Lindsay Lohan, well, yeah I do, but after first posting about her in my rant a couple weeks ago she’s quickly gone from supple young temptress into what can only be described as a 93 pound crack whore. She was in serious contention to be the first SorryIGotDrunk Hottie, but as reader Shane O Mac pointed out here, she’s looking more and more like Courtney Love every day, and that doesn’t get you on any “Hot Lists.” Not even drunk ones.
But after thinking about this some more, (read: surfing the internets), I think I may have found the real look she’s shooting for.
Picture after the jump…
