Man, do I hate Ashton Kutcher.

Once in a blue moon I’ll try to sit through an episode of Punk’d when the remote is out of reach. I find it unbearable. How many times can they threaten to tow somebody’s car?

My dream is that someday when he comes running out at the end, grinning like a fucking idiot, the “celebrity” won’t know or care who he is and proceeds to beat the living shit out of him. I’m talking on the ground, trying to cover his face and head while somebody’s posse keeps on kicking and kicking him.

At least I’m honest.