At this point, unless you’re in California, it’s the afternoon, and — if you’re reading this — you’re at work instead of celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in full frat-boy revelry.
It’s times like this that you begin to wonder, “Why didn’t I videotape the stupid stuff I did in college, make millions and not work here?” (Especially if you still have trouble sitting down in your rolly-chair.) “I could be a lazy damn jackass like Steve-O right now.”
Like who? Oh, you mean the guy who injured his back rehearsing for Dancing with the Stars, the most ironically-named show for Hollywood has-beens on television?
That’s right. Not only was Steve-O trying to revive his nutwrenching career with the over-30 couch potato demographic, but he injured his back doing it and might be cut from the show. At least he can console himself with his huge tattoo … of himself.
Mm, Schadenfreude: make it every morning’s afternoon’s shameful joy.