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The Blockbuster Swindle.

Musin and I decided that since my blog (Quipwhit) and this blog (Absohilare, for those of you who have momentarily forgotten your surroundings) don’t have the same audience we can double post this. I would have posted it over here last week but Musin had something Fancy to show you all so I wrote it on Quipwhit and we decided we would post it over here now. Which is what we’re doing. Gah, why do you all keep asking me questions?! Kidding… Read on.

I probably shouldn’t just label this move as one that’s exclusive to Blockbuster because really it’s those who make these movies that should be held accountable. However, Blockbuster and I aren’t on good terms right now. We can blame THAT on the fact that when I went to rent one (as in SINGULAR) movie last night, I had to pay off $45 worth of late fees. (Quit looking at me that way.)

I was unaware of these late fees because someone had informed me that they had paid off the fees when in reality, NO.  No, they did not. So here I am holding up the line because all I want is one simple movie and they have to list off a myriad of charges. AND OH DID HE LIST THEM. This man had no inside voice. He was shaming me into paying for all the late fees which really were NOT my fault but they hear that all the time so I just stood there and looked guilty. BUT! We’re not here to discuss my inability to return moves on time. It’s a problem. I’m aware. More importantly, my bank account is aware but anyways…

I feel like it’s my civic duty to inform you, AbsoHilare readers, of the worst of all the Blockbuster Swindles… The Fake Movie.

I really wanted there to be a collective gasp from the audience but instead I feel you all narrowing your eyes like I’m completely making this up.

Well, I’m NOT.

Every year we have those huge blockbuster movies that are all the rage. When Transformers hit the big screen in 2007, it was all anyone could talk about. Megan Fox! Shia LeBouf! Optimus Prime who’s actually being voiced by the same guy who voiced him in the 80s cartoon! (Ok, that last one may have been a bit of a stretch and only me and 3, 252 other nerds knew that fact.) Regardless, you get my point. It was a hit and people were clamoring to get it on dvd. Everyone was excited to watch the movie in the comfort of their own home, away from the confines of the uncomfortable seats, the sticky floors, the heavy breathers and the loud candy openers that are all a given when you see a movie in the theater.

This is where the swindle comes in.

Watch closely.

Blockbuster preys on the uninformed. They know that Transformers is a hit and they want their money. They want it now. There’s no waiting the three months for the movie to grace the likes of a simple dvd. What do they do? Oh it’s simple. And evil.

They sneakily place on their shelves the movie that sounds almost identical to the big blockbuster of the season. So, some unaware grandma comes by, sees Transmorphers on the shelf and thinks, “Little Johnny’s been dying to see that robot movie! And I know it started with ‘Trans-’ so this has to be it!” Grandma, completely proud of herself, is only setting herself up for shame and failure.

You can see why poor Grandma would be confused.

Transmorphers is not the movie Little Johnny was looking for. Transmorphers does not have Megan Fox and Transmorphers most certainly does not have Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots.

I never understood why I felt like I was the only one aware of this swindle. Why weren’t more people outraged? I can go through Blockbuster at any given time and find at least 5 fake movies.  Just last night I saw this gem:

Paranormal Entity does NOT equal Paranormal Activity.

Then I realized, with a great deal of shame, that I’m the only other person besides unsuspecting grandmas who has ever actually fallen for the Blockbuster Swindle. I don’t really understand what happened, how that movie ended up in my hands on that fateful day… I remember wandering into Blockbuster intent on renting some horror movie about a creepy little boy. One of those flicks where the kid is evil and everyone’s in denial and it’s all fun and games until the kid starts sacrificing neighborhood cats. I’m not sure. One of those. What I came out with was this:

El Orfanato: It’s not what you’re looking for.

How I missed the fact that the title was in another language is unclear. What I do know is that I got home and was 30 minutes into the film before I realized, “Hey, wait a second! I’ve been reading subtitles this entire time! They’re never switching to English, are they?!” I hung my head in shame and knew. I had been a victim of the Blockbuster Swindle.

Long live AH!


Diddy: His Face Ran Into My Hand

I know we tend to make statements and then let you in on the fact that they are fibs, but this…this time, this all true. (That was a lie. Just Kidding! Imagine though!! You wouldn’t trust a word said here….wait, do you? Do I? I Digress?)

If the content in the title looks and sounds stupid, it’s not. It’s beyond stupid, dumb would be an understatement. There actually isn’t a word to properly identify the level of retardation needed to not only come up with, but also to use that statement under oath, in front of a JUDGE!

It seems that breaking the law is only a reason to come up with a stupid legal defense.

We told you about Roger Clemons last week and his whole “he misheard” defense. (PAH!)

Now this week, Diddy has bought a first class ticket on the stupid train (that was wack? Blame American Gladiators).

Not sure if you’ve heard about Diddy’s assault case. However, Diddy’s defense is…this is abso ridic…the man’s face ran into his HAND. What?!?!? Is that the best you can do? Who’s buying that?

Seriously Diddy, you’re going to go into a court of LAW and say judge, “I didn’t hit that man (even though 4 people said they saw me do it). What ACTUALLY happened is that I lifted my hands up and his face ran into them.” Yeah, ok.

Babies @ The Bar !!

Nope,

No typographical error there my dear friends, none what-so-ever.

So I met up with a good friend of mine to catch up after work at a fairly cool bar in the city. Nothing too crazy…not many people here when we got in but as time progressed the crowd gained plenty girth.

So after about forty-five minutes a lady takes a seat at the table next to us. Seemed fairly courteous but I could tell by her demeanor that she was a real woolgatherer. you know… a few sandwiches short of a pic-nic, yup…a wrench shy of a complete toolbox, you know… a few pages short of a complete book…you get my drift.

Anywho, so now that this lady has taken her seat, the rest of her party waddles along to join in on the festivity. NOW I don’t know who manages this establishment but upon seeing not one, not two, but THREE children (no older than the age of seven) take a seat directly next to me (at a BAR) I couldn’t help but clean my glasses. I had to. Not only were they soiled with cow tears of laughter, but i just HAD to make sure my prescription wasn’t being hindered by any unwanted matter.

So I look over again and as sure as Bill Cosby will take a loss with his Rap album there were THREE KIDS at the bar. LMAO! So I regain my composure and take another look at this LUSH downing strawberry margaritas one after the other. Apparently she had to use the pisser and fast! She jetted, and left the THREE CHILDREN unattended!

So I’m just taking my own time, hanging out, laughing, shooting the breeze as they say when my cool chillery is abruptly interrupted by a swift, sharp shriek sounding something like, “NOoOoO! Don’t drink that, it’s only for MOMMYY!”. Apparently little Billy was a bit parched and wanted to follow in mommy’s footsteps by having at the strawberry margarita. What shocked me even more was after she scolded him he was PISSED! It was like she just took his ONLY G.I. Joe from him (people still use those?).

At this point (as always) I could NO LONGER contain my laughter and thank God I chose to lean right or I would’ve been rendered helpless in a mop-like flatness flailing in laughter on the bar floor.

I could NOT believe it, is that proper parenting? To bring your kids to a bar? Drunk? I mean this lady was GLAZED folks…slurring words and all. Stewed!

P.S. I went to a seafood disco after…and pulled a mussel. :x

UPDATE: So, I must admit, i left out a SMALL tidbit about the events that transpired last night. After this bottle-sucking addict settled down her rowdy children she came over to my friend and said (and i swear on everything I love) , “Make sure you use birth control tonight, if I did I wouldna’ been in this situation right now, thats why I’m here”. (Even though it wasn’t even that kind of party; presumptuous alcoholic sponge.)THEN after saying that she went back to her table, spread her arms around the kids as if she was trying to show is the loss she took. She made a ‘look over here, this is what happens, this is what im stuck with’ face. I am still shocked? Yes, yes I am actually.

Subway Chronicles Pt. 4: “Air Force + Faux-chilla = Loss”

What is the world coming to?

On this day i speak of i saw a very “needy-looking” man (not gunna go start calling the man a bum because i dont know his personal business nor was i 100 percent sure of his bum credentials so for now i will stick with “needy-looking” man to play it safe) loitering by the F train at Roosevelt Avenue.

So on this frigid day i see this man confidently walking along the platform damn near barefoot. I say that because his black/white Air Forces were a lot more Air than they were Forceful. When you wear walkers i’m not supposed to be able to see your toe(s).

So aside from his Air Airs, he was sporting a pair of sweatpants that could EASILY pass for sweat-capris. No joke. If the foot of his pants were alive they would be stretching, kicking and screaming in attempts to cover his ankles. But here’s the kicker, this man was brave enough (with all these holes and gaps in his outfit) to wear a friggin FUR coat. I laughed in his face, i could NOT help it. Where did he find that coat and more importantly WHO was he trying to fool with that damn faux-chilla coat?

Not I.

P.s. At best it could pass for a rat skin coat.

Quick Guide: How To End A Bachelor Party

If you’re on a bus with rowdy bachelors and you want to end the party, here’s what you can do:

First, take a lit cigarette and use the ehmmm…. “entertainment’s” ass to put it out, forcing her to scream and almost fly through the top of the bus.

Then, deny that you did it and argue with the “entertainment” about it as she’s still in pain.

Please don’t ask me how I know this. Tyvm.