It’s been announced that FilmDrunk favorite (or is it flav’rite?) Channing Tatum has signed on for the Ron Howard-directed comedy Cheaters. The Universal Pictures project stars Vince Vaughn and comedy legend Kevin James, but before I spoil too much, my good friend C-Tate wanted to give us the news himself:
Yo girl, I gots a question: Is yo fine ass funny? Because I’m all up in a comedy, son. Ya heard, the boy C-Tate’s reppin’ laughs like MadTV, for real, in Opie’s new flava Cheaters, right? Yo they addin’ serious street cred, too proper, too fine. Queen Latifah with her big tittays, son! She from the streets like me, nephew. We gon be like Def Comedy Jam and sh*t, like my boy Bill Bellamy, tight.
Yo girl, Dark Horizons got the news legit, but remember I’m yo White Horizontal, haha sh*********t:
Vince Vaughn and Kevin James play best friends and business partners with Vaughn’s character observing his pal’s wife (Winona Ryder) being intimate with another man in a restaurant and debating whether to tell him.
Jennifer Connelly stars as Vaughn’s wife. Tatum would play Ryder’s lover, complete with tattoos and multiple piercings.
Yo girl, I ain’t know ‘bout no people named Vince makin’ me laugh, aight? But Kevin James, son. This sh*t’s like dancing with Turbo and O-Zone and savin’, like, 10 mutha f*ckin’ rec centers for a Honda Civic full of hot bitches that are, like, half Asian and half Rican, right? Yo, you see the Paul Blart movie, playboy? I was like, Aw snap, homeboy fell down! Comedy, respek.
An’ yo Winona girl, you ain’t really do it for me, maybe get some platinum in yo grill and make yo ass clap, just sayin’. But I’mma get some dope ink for this film, for real. On one arm, it gon say, “One Luv” for my moms, nawmsayin? And like, over my hot abs, son, I’m gon get “C-TATE AIGHT” cuz I’m proud of who I be, for real proper. Ya heard.


Word to yo mutha. C-TATE is this generations Vanilla Ice.
Yo, where Vince Vaugh be at wit dat mufuckin’ ice cream he be suckin’ on, like it was a dick, kna’meeeen?
Yo, it’s coo if I be sayin’ “nigga” cuz it be, like, not even a word if it don’t gotz the “er” at the end, right? Respek, my nigga.
I’m pretty sure it’s a pulled pork Cuban press-sandwich, Pauly.
Yo, but fo’ real, C-Tatez be like da’ nex’ mufuckin’ Chris Tucker and shit, kna’mean? Cuz he be all like, “Wassup, mufucka” in his pictures and shit and be all high like in That movie “Friday” witcha boy Ice Cube.
Cuz a mufucka’ liek me be all high all the time and be thinkin’ that “Peanut Butter and Blart” was like, the greatest linez uh all timez
Ok, I’m embarrassd. I don’t even know what I’m doing…
C-Tate: Say, WiRyda – howz bout you give this lap a dance, girl…
Winona: Sounds good – why don’t we go steal something first.
C-Tate: You funny, WiRyda!
Winona: I’m serious. Let’s steal this watch.
C-Tate: *Cries, runs away*
I do a shitty Channing Tatum impression.
Mostly because I don’t suck dick.
If Queen Latifah was Hispanic, would she be Queef Latina?
I’d rather watch Carol Channing get gang-banged by Chod and Pauly* than watch anything with C-Tate in it.
*a gang-bang with those two trumps everything
Try as you might, C-Tate is just no Stath.
I like Burnsy’s C-Tates even better than the Stath, and I say that as the guy who writes The Stath.
*runs off to the corner and cries*
I would have no problem with C-Tate setting white people back a couple of decades
So, Kevin James and C-Tate, huh?
I guess Ron Howard’s not even trying to repair his reputation after those Dan Brown movies.
Yo girl, I ain’t no faggity ass mall cop but I’ll whip out my nightstick right here in this food court, nah mean?
C-Tate only buys his rugs from that guy on the corner.
C-Tate used monies from his first acting role to get a totally awesome split wing spoiler for his Civic’s rear deck.
Every time I read a C-Tateism, I get a headache. Mostly because I feel as though I am listening to my room mates’ inner monologue.
My room has a mate as well. It’s the kitchen.
C-Tate thought it was cheep gold in his Prince Edward stud that turned his dick hole green. He was wrong.
[meanwhile, on set]
Yo girl, on the real? I don’t know what the fuck Reality Bites even is.
*And action!*
ahem.
/straightens ascot
you forgot the second ‘m’ in nawmmsayin.
Yo girl, umma call you a golf ball, cause Imma hit you with my 9 wood
Yo girl, Imma call you an umbrella cause you gon get wet. Outside, it’s cloudy wid a chance a C-tates balls, yo.
Yo girl, call me Mr Flintstone cause Imma make yo bed Rock. By flintstone I mean HardDick and bed rock I mean pussy pounding
Yo girl, Imma call you Viinces computer screen cause Imma jerk off all over you. Skeet skeet