The Dookies of Hazzard

I want to hear from somebody who actually went to see the new Dukes of Hazzard movie this weekend. I want to know why you would spend nine bucks, and on top of that, waste two hours of your life that you will never get back just to see that crap. To think, you could have spent that time doing something so much more useful, like cleaning out that gook that gets in between the gear-shift knob and the shaft.

Knob and shaft.

I hear the next few movie projects that will make me want to vomit are as follows: The Transformers, Voltron, and...wait for it...The Smurfs.

The Smurfs. Not even Tim Burton could save what is sure to be the biggest piece of crap to ever brown up a movie screen. I actually want to bet him to do it. The next time I see him at one of those ridiculous shows we have to do in Hollywood, I'll be sure to put a finsky on it.

Of course, he doesn't usually make it to the shows at Club M...

WHICH REMINDS ME - we're playing at Brogue's Pub in Lake Worth this Friday at 10:30. No cover, must be 21 and over to get in. Sorry, Lindsay Lohan. Eat a turd.

Maggie