The 50 Unsexiest Women in the World Part I

Charlie Wrigley wrote this around lunchtime:

PART I

“The 50 unsexiest woman in the world”, is not an accurate statement. Your friends and neighbors are much unsexier than some of the lassies on this list, but they aren’t famous. As it should be, unxexy people shouldn’t be famous. By the way, I am ripping off the Boston Phoenix’s 100 Unsexiest men in the world, if you haven’t yet noticed. But my list is different. For one, I’m a man (sort of) listing unsexy women. The list compilers of their list were also men. Men deciding which men are unsexy. That’s just weird. Also I know that “unsexy”, “unsexiest”, and “unsexier” are not “words.”

My list takes into account a few variables. Fugly tops the list. Vanity (read: plastic surgery) and stupidity are also big factors. Lastly there is the cringe factor. On with the show.


50.Jocelyne Wildenstein – also known as the Catwoman. I wanted to start the list off with a bang, and here she is. She’s the modern day monster of Frankenstein and Mary Shelley would be proud. Some women age gracefully and some women go under the knife to stay sexy. She isn’t sexy. She looks like a cat. I hate cats. Follow my logic?


49. Sarah Michele Gellar – ok this may be a controversial pick. Not for me. When I see her, I immediately think of a young Alice Cooper. Because she takes me to that place, Mrs. Prince Jr earns number 49 on my list.


48. Paris Hilton – Skankerella is so void of talent, she can’t even give a proper bj! She oozes of unsexiness and unless you like talking about gum, I can’t imagine a conversation with her lasting longer than an Elvis tune.


47. Sharon Stone – needs to make the transition to post menopausal character player – grandma, aunt, widower et al. She hasn’t been sexy since she was chasing Mahoney around the academy barracks. She’s crazy to boot; a dangerous combo.


46. Katie Holmes – She was hot. But Tom fixed that right quick. The alien probe she was subjected to makes her places aliens probe a very undesirable place to probe. Major ick factor here. She may be the one person on the list that can still turn it around. There is hope with this one. Sometimes she looks like a muppet, but I can never figure out which one.


45. Celine Dion – I have never looked at Celine Dion and imagined her naked. As I typed that last sentence I was thinking about green JELL-O. I don’t even believe she has sexual organs. They should make white grape JELL-O.


44. Elayne Boosler – She probably would have drifted from my subconscious along with the likes of Paula Poundstone and Rita Rudner, which would have been preferred, but Boozler has landed a gig as the very unfunny host of Baulderdash somewhere on my basic cable dial. As a result she also landed on my list.


43. Sissy Spacek – unsexy actors are usually great actors. Otherwise they’d be secretaries in a government office. Sissy Spacek would have been an awesome secretary. In a government office.


42. Amanda Bearse – Sometimes Married with Children was unwatchable. It wasn’t because of the sophomoric, misogynistic humor – which was just my speed at an age of adolescence. Married with Children was unwatchable because of Amanda Bearse, and I’m pretty sure she created the show. A boyish poodle slinging women’s lib shit was just unsexy.


41. Natalie Portman – Some Guys think she’s hot. I think she looks like an effeminate little dude. Therefore, it might be gay for a guy to think Natalie Portman is hot.

That will do it for part one. It will get worse. Much worse.

Up Next, Part II– 40 thru 31.

Poll!

Charlie Wrigley wrote this mid-afternoon:

Did you see the success of the Phoenix’s 100 unsexiest men in the world? Pretty darn successful. I’ve seen it mentioned everywhere. Personally I think they were a little hard on the “winner” Gilbert Gottfried. I think he’s adorable!

Anyway, lists are easy to do, so I’m thinking about copying the Phoenix (talent borrows but genius steals) and compiling a list for y’all.

Some lists for you to choose from. Here are your choices:

1) 50 unsexiest women

That’s all. You only get to choose that one, in an attempt to curb the thousands of comments that you’ll leave.

So I’ll get to workin’ and compilin’ my list.

Stay tuned.

I Kicked Lent’s Ass!

Charlie Wrigley wrote this around lunchtime:

And So Do I.

I kicked Lents ass!

Peace out Lent. You got your fuckin’ ass kicked. See you next year, pussy!

Lent was all, “you can’t fuck with me. I’ll beat you down so bad your whole family will be crying over your stupid corpse.”

Guess what asshole? I took you down hard. Now you got a whole 325 days to think about it. I’m embarrassed for you. I honestly feel sorry for you.

Wait, no I don’t, because I kicked your ass, Lent! Beat you like a rented magician. I’m going to change my myspace headline from “Thank God Black History Month is over” to “I kicked Lent’s ass” for dozens of people to see. How you feel know? Pretty silly, I’ll wager.

40 days of Lent! I could do 40 days balanced on my prick, you fool. Try 365 days of Charlie! You wouldn’t last a weekend! I’m fucking hardcore! You, on the other hand are weak. WEAK!

I’m not a big man. I don’t kick a lot of ass. So when I kicked Lent’s ass, it was kind of a big deal for me. It was touch and go for a little while, but I came on strong in the last few days.

Want to know the secret to kicking Lent’s ass? Sure you do. When I fight, I go for the taint. No one ever expects an all out assault on their taint, so it’s a vulnerable target. Most people protect their precious heads. Leaving the taint wide open, just waiting to get donkey-punched. Anyhow, fearing a counter attack and leaving nothing to chance, I quietly sneaked up behind Lent all quiet-y and sneaky. I got real low to the ground. Then POW! A huge left handed uppercut to Lent’s taint.

There is nothing more satisfying than bringing Lent to its damn knees, hands clutching its taint in blue-faced anguish. Lent was down, but not out. Lent has a huge taint area. A few more well executed blows would secure the victory.

I did what any warm blooded American would do. I walked up to Lent. Lent extended its arms as if to concede, tugging at my very, very expensive shirt that I bought in fuckin’ Milan, pleading for mercy. “Fuck mercy, I gave that up. I gave mercy up for you.” Then I kicked Lent square in the unprotected taint with my steel toe boots twelve times. Lent passed out after eight boots.

By my estimation, Lent will be up and about and ready to throw down again in about 325 days. I’ll be ready for you Lent, and next year I’m giving up adhering to the 10 commandments. In other words, I’m going to swear at you. I’m gonna beat you up on Sunday; covet the shit out of you, and everything you own. I’m gonna covet your wife too, before I make beautiful love to her. I’m gonna lie to ya, I’m gonna steal from ya, I’ll practice some voodoo shit on your ass and summon some Greek Gods to toss you around as well. Then, I’ll disrespect your parents.

Then Lent, you die.

Today

Charlie Wrigley wrote this around lunchtime:

Is Earth Day. Happy Earth Day, Hippies.

Never understood the “Four-Twenty” thing. Someone please explan it to me.

New Feature!!!!!!!!! Tons of Exclamation Points!!!!

Charlie Wrigley wrote this at around evening time:

COMEDY IN BOSTON

Blog’s need structure. Otherwise they gurgle, wither and die. So, I’ve decided to have a regular new listings feature. Every Monday night, Tuesday day or early Wed morning. (some liberal structure, not regimented fascist structure) I’ll list upcoming events on the comedy scene in Boston.

Boston is Funny, and we have great local comics, national headliners, improv, sketch comedy and the Boston Bruins (the most hilarious comedy of all) Get out and support our very funny scene.

I’ll get to the underground stuff, but we’ll start at the top this week:

The Comedy Connection

Tuesday: Paul Nardizzi. I saw Paul once before and he’s hilarious. His set is tight and you will not be disappointed.

Wed & Thurs: Lewis Black. You know Lewis Black. Lewis Black is a national headliner, and appears on the Daily Show with Jon Stewart. He is angry, but he’ll make you very happy.

Thursday: Frank Santos, “The R Rated Hypnotist.” I saw Santos twice. One time too many. Don’t get me wrong, if you’ve never seen him, it’s a cool experience. He gets drunks to do stupid “R” rated things. However, I have heard rumors that he works with a shill or two.

Friday & Sat : Bob Saget. I’ve never seen Saget. I hear he’s filthy. If you like blue comedy, the incongruity of wholesome Full House dad Saget serving filth might be up you ally.

Tickets and information for the Comedy connection.

Patriots Day!

Charlie Wrigley wrote this in the late evening:

Do you realize?

You live in the only place in the world, where today is a holiday. Unlike other bullshit holidays (read: Easter) there are tons of things to do. Most involve drinking drinks with drinkers until everyone’s drunk.

The sox play at 11:00 a.m. So, there’s that. Pre-game drinking in some circles began after the Sopranos.

ten second time-out: They should let Vito live out the rest of his days eating Johnny Cakes and fingering antique pots up in God’s country. Didn’t that just seem like the perfect place for the poor guy???

Digressing…

Ok, so you’re drunk as a skunk before the rest of the country has even punched in… You go to the game, or watch it at a bar, or at home, or not at all! When that’s over, you step outside the park/bar/apartment and marathon runners are racing past you! There is so many. But that could also be because you are seeing double/triple/quadruple at this point, god bless ya!

After that, if you’re still standing – you’re off to a familiar or strange place to just get weird. It will get weird too, it always does.

Thank God it’s Monday in Boston.

Tuesday will be hell, and you’ll wish you lived in Cleveland.

Improper & Indecent Bostonian

Charlie Wrigley wrote this mid-afternoon:

Finally, the Improper has something worth reading in their rag. A stripper’s vag. Which “looks beat up” according to a co-worker of mine. “It’s got a tongue hanging out” said another.

An ad for Centerfolds “gentleman’s” club in Chinatown was not proofed very well and there is a glaring shot of a vagina. I don’t mind it. It’s kind of cute. Hey - look at me! Looks like Sharon Stone’s infamous up-skirt shot from Basin Instinct, but clear and frozen in time.

I wonder if heads will roll over at The Improper. It is a free-city-mag not porno right?

The real victim here is the stripper in the photo. That’s her livelihood… You should have to pay to see that… Who the hell is going to pay to get into Centerfolds now when they can see all the girls punani’s for free? I don’t need to spend twelve pack money for 1 beer at Centerfolds.

I say we start a donation for the violated stripper. Who’s with me?

Good Friday? How about Great Friday…

Charlie Wrigley wrote this in the early morning:

More of my vapid rhetoric regarding all things Holy…

Today, is Good Friday. If you’re not catholic (edit: or Christian. Sorry I forget), then it’s just Friday. If your work involves the stock market, and you’re not catholic (edit: or Christian!), then it’s a day off.

Just what is good Friday? Well, there are many theories to what it is. Some people say it was a day when Jesus was about 26, and he had a killer Friday. He got totally wasted and hit on tons of guys. The end of the night was a bit of a blur, but religious folklore has it that JC woke up with a treacherous hangover on Sunday. He slept until about two.

He and Judas went to some outdoor tappas place soon after Jesus arose. They had a few mimosas. Jesus, basking in the sun, abuzz from the bubbly, said to Judas, “Man, that was a Good Friday.”

And so it was. Make this Good Friday an f’n Great Friday!

Spiderman Reviews Crayons

Charlie Wrigley wrote this in the early morning:

The Bean Johnny Damon thing: at first I was a little pissed that it perpetuated some type of negative stereotype for Sawx fans, but it’s a joke. I (gulp) have a sense of humor and can appreciate the “joke.” So, moving on…

I saw this site yesterday, and it’s hi-larry-us. What do you get when someone has a digital camera, a box of Crayola’s, an action-figure Spiderman, hours of free time, and a vivid imagination? You get this.

Bean Johnny Damon

Charlie Wrigley wrote this mid-afternoon:

I have a problem with this link. Not a technical one, but a moral and emmotional one. Bean Johnny Damon. Check it out for yourself. And I’ll comment on it later.