The Worst Episode #10 - Holiday Show

Now There's Two of Us Who Don't Pass on Grass

Sorry to get your hopes up. This is just an AIDS campaign ad.

This is probably the best line up I've ever been included in. So by the chance that you live in LA, don't mess up and not come to this.

The Philly Cheesesteak Nachos at the Philadelphia Airport almost make up for the customer service ladies who I think were on about six periods between the three of them today. I self-checked in at US Airways and only one of my two boarding passes printed, so I needed help. Stood there for about 10 minutes waiting for 3 lovely ladies - I’ll call them “SWV” - to make eye contact with me. When I realized they weren’t going to, I said “Excuse me?” Their eyes slowly rolled toward me, and in unison they said, “We ain’t on the clock.” Then perhaps instead of standing behind the ticket counter like you’re dressed to tag the fuck out of some suitcases, you should make your way upstairs to Jet Rock Bar and Grill, where they serve “Dirty Shirleys” and Philly Cheesesteak Nachos that taste so good they make having diarrhea a mile above this shitty earth totally worth it.

They Call Me Shannon Hatch

The Worst was cancelled again this week because comedy.com hasn't quite set up the new studio. We'll be back next Tuesday, but for now chomp on this short, disgusting clip from a few weeks back.

My Dad Just Sent Me This Email

Hand Games

Written by Jim Hamilton and myself (while drinking)

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The Worst Episode# 7

And now for a very important message...

The Worst Episode# 5

The Following Post Is Brought to You by Goodwill

And in this case, some braces wouldn't hurt. Underbite city!

That's fine. All most guys need is 3 minutes anyway.

If you live in LA, you should come to this:

Wildride Robert Roy called my ice tray bluff. And he looked damn good doing it.

The Worst Episode# 3

Watch my radio show, guys! We count down the 10 worst pop culture stories of the week. And this week one of my guests was "a little baked." In fact, until we made it to the second to last story of the show, he didn't know that we were counting down stories at all. Nice effort, Jon Huck.

For past & future eps, go here and click episodes.

Right now my apartment is 105 more degrees than anyone is separated from Kevin Bacon.

If you're a total asshole, that means it's 111 degrees today.

Sick Kitty

Today I woke up not feeling so hot because, well, it’s Wednesday. I start most days slightly dehydrated so I can give other people an edge. In my groggy, hungover state I saw my cat looking at me like, “I’ve been there, girlfriend.” (I adopted my cat from an urban rescue place, so she says “girlfriend” a lot.) And I was thinking, “No you haven’t. You’re a cat.”

And just then her body began convulsing. My mind raced. Hairball? Vomit? Hairball? Vomit? Please don’t get anything on my new J Brand –

Boy, did she let it all out. I don’t know if you’ve ever smelled cat vomit before, but I’m sure you’ve smelled cat food. So just imagine what cat food smells like partially digested. I turn on the bedroom lights and try to clean it up before the scent wakes up my boyfriend, Sleeping Beauty. Armed with a wad of paper towels and my own upset stomach, I scoop up the first lump of warm mass and start gagging. I think it was more the soft yet chunky consistency than the odor itself that got me. I ran to the bathroom to vomit in the tub because toilets make me want to throw up.

As I’m dry heaving, Sleeping Beauty says, “Turn off the fucking lights. I’m trying to sleep.”

Aren’t. We. All.

I'm out running errands. Be back in a bit!

Am I right or am I right?

You're Damn Right We Look This Good After Eating Pastrami Sandwiches and Chili Cheese Fries

Clockwise from bottom left: Karl Hess. Shannon Hatch. Ron Babcock. Mike Burns. Mike Holmes. Kyle Kinane. Emily Maya Mills. John Vargas.

Meat Club!

Just Askin'

Now It All Makes Sense

Although, by senior year Ferris might have been a little old for his taste.

It's not gay if I eat my own pecs, right?

Every time I glance at a photo of The Situation quickly, I think he’s a toned Asian girl begging for beads.

I feel very strongly that if someone were to lick the icing off his shorts, it would expose the smallest cake boner you and I have ever seen.

I guarantee 4 months from now we’re going to watch a cake show where a gay “cake artist” breaks down into tears because he can’t get the shading of these abs to look right.

#765987983 Why I'm Never Getting Married

This was Michael's go-to line to chat with me on Facebook.

Way to break the ice, stranger I've never met. Have fun at the prom.

Orangina Commercial Banned For Being Too Gay

This French commercial for Orangina was just banned from television because it features a gay cougar. (No, not a lesbian Real Housewife. You see, years ago, before Courtney Cox decided to sell her soul to ABC because her Friends residuals weren’t cuttin’ the mustard, there was an animal in the feline family called a “cougar.”)

Everyone is offended by this commercial - not because a cougar is using Sunkist as aftershave - but because the cougar is gay. Really? Are we going to take away the fundamental rights of cartoon felines now too? Don’t even front like Tony the Tiger never experimented in college.

This does give validity to the age-old argument that if we let gays get married, next they’ll be allowing people to marry their pets. Or at least stroke their pets’ faces slowly in the bathroom before work while they have a mean boner.

My friend offered me a piece of pizza, but I'm in the mood for meat, veggies, & tzatziki sauce, all wrapped up in a pita. Guess you could say I'm...

And Don't Even Get Me Started On My Orthodontic Bills...

If you haven't already heard about this new rape sensation sweeping our nation, watch this.

This weeek I'm guest blogging for Comedy.com. Check out my first blog about TLC's newest show, Extreme Poodles. You MUST watch the video.

Concealer, Bra's, & Things To Do. That's Some Tuesday Shit.

Apparently Someone's Been Dipping Flaming Hot Cheetos Puffs Into The Country Crock

Please, God, let this not have been me in a moment of drunken weakness.

Yet Another Quadriplegic Who's Happier Than Me

The video Nick Vujicic’s selling is called, “No Arms, No Legs, No Worries!” It doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as “Murderball” but the message seems a bit less painful.

Seriously, how is this quadriplegic better than me at putt putt? I was scared to tell a new joke on stage last night and this guy’s jumping off the high dive without arms, legs, or apparently, worries.

So for 5 minutes today let’s cut out the bitter, “I deserve what so-and-so has” and be truly thankful for what we do have. And once that 5 minutes is up, we can go back to being pissed that some dude without arms or legs is more famous than us just for thinking positively and participating in water sports. What an optimistic dick.

Breaking News! Justin Bieber "German" Interview Crisis All Cleared Up

Turns out Biebs thought the New Zealand interviewer was saying “Jewman.” Which gives me a great idea for the worst superhero movie ever.

This Is The Best Internet Security Question I Have Ever Seen

If it's hard to view, the question reads: What is the name of your least favorite relative? I wonder how many people just straight up typed, “Dad.”

What’s your mom’s maiden name? can take a hike. What street did you grow up on? is for pussies. I want a security question designed for kids with broken families and/or creepy uncles. A question that, years later, when it’s posed and I have to think of my response to gain access to my account, is going to trigger a Thanksgiving memory I won’t soon forget.

(For the record, I picked a loud aunt.)

Check out my blog about Christian Rap's latest sensation, Tamara Lowe.

Rachel Ray Had To Do a Cooking Segment After This

I Bet This Chick Has a Busted Face

I just started to write for the site Actually Funny. Check out my latest blog about the Phillies fan who intentionally vomited on a child, entitled I'd Rather Get Hit With a Foul Ball.

Dumpster Girl

Yesterday I took my trash out at the same time as the acoustic guitar player who lives in my apartment building. He covers John Mayer every day around noon if you guys want to stop by and tell him to shut up through his window.

It was my dream that he’d be enamored with me and return to his apartment, lyricizing about a beautiful woman with bedhead, ripped leggings, and lots of empty carbohydrate boxes. I imagine he’d title it, “Who knew Cheez-its could do a body so good?” and make it kinda blues-y.

Well, the next best thing happened. Someone else wrote a song about seeing me at the dumpster and posted it in the youtubez.

Do yourselves a favor and NEVER google image search "Dumpster Girl" with the safe search off. Still vomiting.

My Hair Has a Mind of Its Own When I'm Sleeping

Every time I wake up I look like a more masculine version of Nikki Six.

I’m going to name this particular hairstyle The “Isn’t-Gonna-Stop-Me-From-Going-Directly-To-The-Weed-Store-Anyway.”

Weekend at Bernie's: The Reality show

Two old British ladies brought a dead guy to the airport in an attempt to smuggle him back to Germany without paying all those pesky dead body transport fees. They put him in a wheelchair and slapped sunglasses, a fake moustache, and a Hawaiian shirt on him. (I’m just guessing about the moustache and Hawaiian shirt.) They managed to fool a taxi driver on the ride there, but airport security found it odd when he was unresponsive during his anal exam. (Again, I’m guessing.)

What did they think would happen if they got him onto the plane? I mean, I avoid eye contact and small talk on planes like anyone else who hates humanity, but god damn if I wouldn’t notice if the dude next to me was dead. At some point I’d see how peaceful he looked and probably try to bum an Ambien.

I like to think these bitches watched Weekend at Bernie’s and Weekend at Bernie’s II (what was the premise for the 2nd one again?) to prepare. And in my mind, right before they took him to the airport, they all went water skiing.

Creepy Facebook Message #1

I’m half-offended this weirdo thinks it’s “strange” that he finds me attractive.

I’ve decided to start taking screen shots of the creepy facebook messages I get from stangers. So keep them coming.

For the record, I didn’t hit the reply button because I’m not a real badass. I just play one on the internet.

Right Foot Forward

For those of you following the shitstorm taking place in my life, you should know it hailed diarrhea on me yesterday. I’d been eyeing this pair of Palladium boots for months and finally committed to my first purchase on Amazon in a moment of weakness.

A day later a mysterious $464 Long Island Railroad charge appeared on my debit card, making them the most expensive pair of boots I’ve ever owned. Thanks, shady Amazon seller. After I cancel my debit card, I hope your train crashes.

Regardless, I’ve been looking forward to the boots, as if they were going to solve all my problems. The package arrived yesterday, and I happily signed the etch-a-sketch my UPS guy carried with him. I couldn’t get into the box fast enough! It felt like Christmas, except instead of my parents buying me boots, the government did. (Did I mention I’m unemployed?)

I dumped the peanuts from the box all over my kitchen floor and laid eyes on my new favorite boots. The first thing I noticed was that one looked a little bigger than the other – no matter, so are breasts and they still manage to fit into a bra, right? That’s when I detected the more significant problem. They were both for left feet. Two left-footed boots, two different sizes, one girl standing in her kitchen speechless.

I went through every stage of grief in the hours that followed. At first, there was denial. I stared at them for 10 minutes like I was trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube. Was I high(er than I thought)? I looked away and looked back, looked away, looked back, expecting to see a right boot if I strained my eyes enough.

Then came the guilt. I remembered several of my past regrettable e-bay purchases, all of which took place because I didn’t read the descriptions quite close enough. (I spent $50 on a tester bottle of perfume once – but the image size was HUGE!) Perhaps I’d failed to see an asterisk next to the boots? I returned to the website thinking I might find, “*Both boots are lefts” at the bottom of the page. Then I remembered that no one in the world has two left feet*.

Next came anger. I thought, “Fuck you, Amazon! I’m wearing them tonight anyway.” I put them on and resembled something of an accidental clown. I laughed at myself and managed to move onto that acceptance and hope stage of grief. What a bunch of overrated bullshit that stage is. So I went back to the anger stage, logged onto Amazon, and ordered another pair of fuckin’ boots.







*Even terrible dancers have a right foot.

Chicks Having Orgasms (I'll believe it when I feel it)

I'm in this video comprised of ladies' orgasms. I think it would be more realistic if half of us just didn't cum at all, but it'd probably make for a pretty boring video.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I can’t decide whether I want to shove dollars down his pants or co-host The Grind with him.

I wonder what terrible tattoo the shamrock armband is hiding.

I wish I could’ve been there when he got the bad news on his “Days of Our Lives” audition and needed rent money this bad.

Kids, always remember, when you give up on your dreams, you’re not alone. There are plenty of Halloween costume models who thought they were going to make it one day too. (At this point, I’d consider “making it” getting to model a cop outfit.)

Woman Crashes Car While Shaving Her Vagina (seriously)

Yesterday Megan Mariah (I can see the similarities already) Barnes crashed her car while attempting to shave her pubic hair behind the wheel. She told officers she was “meeting her boyfriend in Key West and wanted to be ready for the visit.”

And you thought your car was dirty.

I applaud this woman. Anyone who’s confident enough to maneuver a pink lady Bic down there sans shaving cream while multitasking is my kinda lady. I usually get a handheld mirror out and pray for no earthquakes.

The razor burn’s probably not going to be a big hit in jail. Not to mention, she crashed into another car while a razor blade was inches away from her clitoris. Mugshot, shmugshot - I want to see the nether region damages! (No, I don’t.)

Megan’s tombstone should say: Bad driver. Great girlfriend.

Naomi is innocent, guys.

The driver Naomi Campbell punched in the face the other day is dropping all charges against her. The dude’s lawyer issued a statement saying his client “overreacted.” There’s no way this incident didn’t happen. The bottom of Naomi’s Wikipedia page reads like the last season of Dexter.

I’ll sum up her Wiki page for you. “Several stitches” are involved in most of the cases against her, and there’s mention of blood spatter when some bitch showed up to a hotel with the same dress she was wearing. That, of course, isn’t even including the housekeepers (yes, plural) she’s maimed with her bejeweled cell phone.

Does anyone else think Governor Paterson had something to do with the charges being dropped? I was hoping Naomi’s Wiki page would tell me she was Paterson’s aide in the “Early Life” section, or I’d find out that Paterson’s eye injury was due an ill-timed piece of plastic ricocheting off Naomi’s assistant’s skull into his retina, but no luck.

I never get tired of topless Lindsay Lohan photos.

I'm hoping she's shows us some of her famous sideboob inside.

USA! USA!