The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, the Jerry Bruckheimer movie in which Nic Cage plays a modern-day Warlock (not making this up) has been the scene of several accidents. While I point to this as evidence that God is finally trying to smite Jerry Bruckheimer as I’ve prayed for many times, some say the set is cursed. And others claim Nic Cage even hired a witch doctor to un-curse it. Says National Enquirer:
“Everyone was shocked when the voodoo woman arrived on the set. She was wearing a long black and purple dress had long stringy hair – and carried a broom. She sprinkled ‘Voodoo Dust’ on the pavement as she chanted weird phrases to frighten bad spirits.” [via DailyStab]
The National Enquirer are notorious liars (see the Brangelina breakup story from a few days ago) and much as I’d like to believe every Nic-Cage-is-crazy story I hear, this one sounds especially bogus. I posted it mainly because of this picture. What. in the holy hell. is going on here? Let me get this straight: you cared enough about your appearance to Brotox your forehead shiny and put on a shirt and tie, and yet didn’t bother shaving the three days worth of grey and black stubble attached to your brown mop at the temples? You carefully manicured a beard that’s a completely different color than your hair or eyebrows? And dude… are you wearing eyeliner? This… is not a stable person. I know you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but let’s just say I wouldn’t leave this book near my children.



The title of that book, Goodnight, Career.
In related news, Vinnie is having a housewarming party this weekend and will be airing the TBS nightly marathon of Con Air, The Rock and Gone in 60 Seconds. Remember, it’s BYOBotox.
Nic should have hired a Headshrinker.
(SmokeEm clasps his hands together and shakes them from left to right proudly)
I hired a witch doctor once, but all she wanted to do was check my prostate. So I sent her to rescue nic cage from the his shadow.
And then the witch doctor, he told Nic Cage what to do, he said… Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang walla walla, bing Next fucking sucked.
Nic Cage’s expression brought to you by Oxycontin!
Remember when deserate to evade your life choices by entering an emotionally dead fugue state, try Oxy!
ooo eee ooo ahh ahh ting tang walla walla big bang
Lince, if you would just start praying to Kahless instead of Jesus “Massengil” Christ, we could have had this Nic Cage issue sorted out a LOOOONG time ago!
The witch doctor had Nic read a special spell off of cards that read “I am . . . Sofa King . . . We Todd Ed.”
God damnit Burnsy I didn’t refresh…sorry
Voodoo Dust is my favorite flavor of pixie stick.