Misery Loves Company
Sure the Saints are off to a sucky start this year. The good news is, they're not alone. Four other playoff teams from the 2006 season remain winless in week two. We're talking the Philadelphia Eagles, New York's Giants and Jets, and the Kansas City Chiefs. While Eagles fans will likely blame their troubles on QB Donovan McNabb, we'd much rather assume the slow start is the result of bad karma on a city full of foul-mouthed, New Orleans hating beeyatches!!! 
Sour Juice
Oh O.J...Remember the good ole days when celebrities could get away with murder...literally? Now here you are behind bars facing serious charges that could ruin the rest of your life. (Wait a minute, haven't we seen this movie before?)
O.J. Simpson will go to court on Thursday to face charges in connection with an Armed Robbery at a Las Vegas Hotel. What was it that police say the Juice was sooo desperate to get his hands on? Why his own memorabilia of course. Simpson claims he was trying to reclaim items stolen from him and that he was not armed at the time. (And you know O.J. wouldn't lie...)
Wanna hear Simpson's profanity-laced hotel confrontation for yourself? Count on tmz.com to make all your sick "Law and Order" fantasies come true. 
K'Ville Ov'-Kill
If you were one of the millions of people to tune into last night's season premiere of the FOX drama K-Ville, you probably found yourself faced with one nagging question: "What the F is a 'gumbo party?'" The show is a fictional account of life in New Orleans through the eyes of the NOPD two years after Katrina. Officer Boule (note the unnecessarily French last name), played by Anthony Anderson, uttered the words "How Ya Mama Nem", "Gumbo Party", and "FEMA Check" all within the opening minutes of the show. (We've been to crawfish boils, but 'gumbo parties?'...seriously?) The episode went on to show Boule's craving for a po-boy at breakfast, love for Tabasco sauce, and visit to a Real Estate Agency turned voodoo shop. At this point, we were waiting for someone to start walking around randomly tossing Mardi Gras Beads to tourists while a second line band passed out bowls of red beans in the background.
WE GET IT PEOPLE, YOU'RE IN NEW ORLEANS!! And by the way, not all of us have french names, we don't eat gumbo four times a day, everyday, and not all the houses look like Victorian mansions in Mid-City, particularly in the "Upper Ninth."
With that said, the Chicks will give this potential k-tastrophe a second chance. But if they start showing swamp land that's supposedly off St. Charles Ave., we're through!
0-2, O.J., & OK-ville
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Nordberg guilty of a crime? No freakin' way.
As for K-Ville, my only hope is that this doesn't sink Anthony Anderson's career. That guy is straight up money. Just fantastic in everything I've ever seen him in.
Hell, not only was he Antwon Mitchell, he was also Bone Hamilton for crying out loud.
BONE HAMILTON!
I think I like the show because I anticipated so much worse. Even my yankee husband looked at me and said, "A gumbo party?" But this show throws stupid cliches in your face like Fox's megahit Bones did with forensic anthropology. Bones? Really? That's your clever nickname? Looking past the crap, the show's not half bad. Good cast.
Bone Hamilton...touche my friend.
We're thinking of starting a k-ville drinking game. (Michelle, feel free to take part with Shirley Temples until the baby comes.)
Gumbo reference=one shot
French last name=2 shots
Ninth Ward-pound a beer
FEMA (written or spoken)= keg stand
N'awlins- Do a Car Bomb with Whiskey.
Who's with us?!
hahaha frickin hilarious.
Picture if you will...3AM, Sacramento California, script writer sits straight up out of a deep sleep, his quivering lips muttering, "...gumbo party...", through a dripping cold sweat...as if touched by the very hand of God, who has imparted him with a revelation of homegrown, true-to-life tradition of southern Louisiana. A Gumbo Party.
FEMA Check = A shot of anything on the top shelf. (we can afford it now babe)
Gumbo Party = Gimme one of those nasty fruity mixes. (cause SOMEone's gotta get sick)
How Ya Mamma 'Nem = Straight Wild Turkey. Gobble Gobble. (momma's single and hating 'nem)
Officer Boule = Night Train Express. (party's over gang)
Do I hear a minderaser for "makin' groceries at Schwagmann's, dawlin?"
I know, right? It's like Vegas - I live here and every time the city is portrayed on TV (most notably in that awful 'Las Vegas' on NBC) everything, EVERYTHING is set on The Strip. As if it's the only street in town and the only place locals hang out. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, there's the desert too - where we bury people (?!?!?!)
CSI is worse but in a different way, in that it's so OBVIOUSLY shot in LA (or the outskirts). The exteriors (anything with the actors, not 2nd unit helicopter footage of the Strip) are so obviously not Vegas - too much green, too much foliage, too much vegetation. A lot of other little visual indicators to anyone who's spent any time here. So...yeah. I sympathize.
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