Drink up darlings. It's the night each year when actors gather to congratulate each other, and blow smoke up each other's butts about how "Great" they are, even though The Great Ones, except for me, are all dead. How does that differ from every night in Hollywood? Ah ... damn good question. Because they're doing it on TV?
No. They do that every night.
Because they're handing each other a buff naked man to take home as a prize?
No. They do that every night.
Because they're handing each other a buff naked man to take home as a prize?
No. They do that every night too.
Okay, it's just another normal night in Hollywood, but they did hand out "The Actor" tonight, that hunky, mouthless little SAG Award statuette, which is better hung than The Oscar, as Sean Penn pointed out this evening. Sean, what did it to you? Playing Harvey Milk, or having been married to Madonna? Either can turn you gay. Both must turn you gay. Any day now, Guy Ritchie will be changing his name to Gal Ritchie.
Above is the new, improved "The Actor" Award, with a larger, Sean Penn-approved "even healthier" package, and my own severed face.
For my full, no-bars-held review of the show on The Huffington Post, click here:
It's fun for the whole family, if you're a family of pervs, and who isn't?
Meanwhile, I'll be back with a whole new flogging just for my loyal readers of The Morehead the Merrier soon.
Cheers darlings.
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