
America, I am disappoint.
Not only has Entourage been picked up for a sixth season, it seems they’re planning two more and then an Entourage movie. That’s right, an Entourage movie. I wonder if Turtle will shop for shoes lol!
At the “Lovely Bones” premiere last night in New York, Wahlberg told me that there are two seasons left of “Entourage” on TV. And then? “We’ll see, there could be more. But then, a movie.” [THR] [see also WarmingGlow]
So, that’s two seasons of Entourage, then an Entourage movie. Then locusts, then pestilence, dogs living with cats, etc. And as if to put the dinglecherry on this sh-t sundae, the news came from none other than Roger Friedman.
While we were talking in the Oak Room at the Plaza Hotel after the movie — in a party so full that it would have welcomed Washington’s Salahi’s [*rimshot*] — Wahlberg must have greeted two dozen friends. The nice thing was, there was no nuttiness. He is the epitome of down to earth and accessible. There was no “entourage.”
“Are they friends from Boston?” I asked.
Wahlberg shook his head. “All my friends from Boston are either dead or in jail,” he replied. He’s said it before, so I asked: “They can’t still be in jail after all this time?”
Wahlberg didn’t hesitate. “The stuff they did, you don’t get out of jail.”
Wow, that’s deep, bro, and could you pass the paté? I got dry toast points over here.



Corgi puppy!!!
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GRRRR…RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS!!!
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A multi-user drawing board. I’ve left it blank. I imagine it will become NSFW in 5…4…3….
Entourage is like James Bond for people who have no ambition.
The stuff they did, you don’t get out of jail.
Oh, come on now. The “Awful Waffle” isn’t pleasant, but it’s not that bad.
Well look at it this way. On opening night, the taskforce we assemble will be able to launch a simultaneous strike more than halving North America’s douche population.
I’ve never seen ENTOURAGE so instead, I’ll share this true story: When I was 7 our dog, Goliath died in his sleep. My mother broke the news to us kids with the following note on the kitchen table: “Goliath died last night. I stepped on him, he didn’t yelp. Don’t mess with the black trash bag by the trash cans outside.” To this day she swears the trash bag comment was a separate point, and that she can’t recall what happened to the dog’s body.
Well look at it this way. On opening night, the taskforce we assemble will be able to launch a simultaneous strike more than halving North America’s douche population.
If we can get this to open the same night as the next Twilight movie, we would be able to kill all but like 50 people in America!
Hmmm. I see from the ad that Entourage is casting, and I could apply online. Shall I take a photo of my next #2 and send it via interwebs, or would it make a better impression to Fed Ex it along with a bio?
Hey, where the fuck has Kurg been??? That puppy picture has been up for damn near 15 minutes and not a single peanut butter joke?
Eeeee! Can we name brain cancer puppy? I think we should call him Tuffy and get him a squinky squirrel toy to play with and greenies for treats!!!
What is the difference between peanut butter and your mom?
Peanut butter can be hard to spread.
What do you get when you cross a rooster and peanut butter?
A cock that sticks to the roof of your mouth!
Wahlberg’s friends suck at Monopoly.
I’m going for it-
Confucius say: “Man who puts dick in Peanut Butter jar is Fucking Nuts.”
Unrelated to this post but I went and saw that Tim Allen movie, Crazy on the Outside. He’s doing a five city tour right now to promote the movie which involves him getting up and doing a couple minutes of stand-up before we see the movie. He definitely had some good fart material in his stand up routine, so if you like Tim Allen fart jokes then get ready for an HBO special next year.
The movie itself was more or less all over the place. It had some funny moments but overall it was an odd story where the women in the script were all complete lunatics. I think Tim Allen’s schtick worked better when he was the offbeat element in an otherwise sane world, not the other way around.
I vote we name the dog Farrah Pawcett, cuz that bitch is gonna die.
I’m proud to admit that the only seconds of my life I waste watching Entourage are the advertisements HBO sandwich between Real Sex episodes and that Katie Morgan show.
what’s the difference between peanut butter and jam?
i can’t peanut butter my dick in her ass!
it’s funnier when you’ve been drinking rubbing alcohol
Two more seasons of Entourage will take us right up to 2012.
Coincidence? I think not.
I’d rather stare my own dogs in the eyes as I choke the life out of each of them than watch a single episode of Entourage.
Hey Mark, say hello to my dismissive wanking motion for me.
Donk, I’d watch that show.
I love Entourage. Because i fear Change.