Monday, March 30, 2009

A query into a certain unfunny.

Wow. I just blew my top. Silently of course, not to wake anybody up, but surely loud enough to display my utter and complete disgust with how unfunny Jimmy Fallon was tonight. That guy has been the King of Unfunny for a long time now. He wasn't funny on SNL and he is even LESS funny on his show. I mean really, who is writing the jokes over there? Are they just making him look that bad for another reason? Who made the decision to hire that guy? That show is completely ridiculous. I honestly think that I would rather watch an hour of the guy who hired him just simply explaining himself on why he hired Fallon. Now that would be entertainment, watching the actual person responsible for this crap, talking about what unfunny demon had posessed him enough to hire Jimmy Fallon. Then we hire a priest, and hunt this unfunny demon down, and cleanse him before he posesses some other sap to get the nerve to hire someone who may be even less funny than Jimmy Fallon, if that is even remotely possible. Oh my Lord, where do I go from here? I guess that I should stop for now, it is my first blog and all. I mean, I have been to more entertaining funerals for Gods sake. I think even Jimmy knows it, when he walked oout, I swear he was praying. He was probably beggin for help and explaining to God exactly how he landed this job. It probably went like this:
"Oh Lord Jesus, a loving God, have mercy on me tonight.
I have just walked through the curtain, and seriously wet myself.
I'm so scared, my knees are wobbly, and I haven't the talent to be on this show, Hell,I haven't enough talent to at least make someone smirk while waiting in line at the grocery store when I comment on why Old people are constantly checking their purses for the last remaining coins on Earth, just so they won't break that 5. And why do they always have the EXACT amount of change for that very transaction, then turn to me and smile that God forsakin smile, thinking to herself but trying to project it to me. "That's right beotch, you WILL wait for my old ass and show shome respect.
Fine God, I will just have to get through this, Oh shit, the band is hot tonight, and I am trying deperately to make some sort of contact with him, to prove my hipness to him, because I am unhip Lord. And I am so alone."
Don't you dare feel pity for him, he is lying in the bed he made, which reminds me, it's late and I am tired.