|I looked up what ramen noodles were cause im ignorant and i was shown this piece of work. You feel me?
omg at 2:18 he puts some butter on the pan and claims: this is the sound of the hood.
I think it is originally a prison thing. Ramen gets sold in the commissary and it's prep has been raised to an art form. It's a ghetto thing now but only because of prison. It was an awesome quote and the producers knew it, so it got repeated a few times. This guy is a real specimen. He has a very narrow perspective - for example: he was hovering over the one guy with the phone who was making an order to the grocery store and every item the guy ordered that wasn't a box of 32 ramen noodles drove him crazy. But he really lost it when radishes were ordered. He starts ranting: "Radishes! We don't need no pickled radishes! What do we need pickled horse radishes for?!, So there are very few points of information and understanding in him. He has heard of pickled horseradish though. Dunno how. And he is determined to wrestle each disparate piece of information into his woefully sparse matrix-of-understanding.
According to the laughably elvish worst-host-I-have-ever-seen, they vote out one member each month and bring in a new one. I figure this fact exposes the lie that is their "live" web ap. no way they will run a live feed that would expose who got removed in episodes that have not aired yet. They all lie. We practically force them to.
This may be my guilty pleasure of the year. I loved the now defunct show called "the Colony". Same concept but the producers hired motorcycle gangs to dress like they were from Mad Max and they would periodically attack. Good fun. Amazing how immersive they seemed to get when defending their supply of food.
I kept telling my wife that I would solve Utopia's secesstion problem with two bullets in the back of their heads (or a shovel -I'm easy). But that would only be in the case of a zombiepocalypse. Short of that I would respect our democratic traditions.
BTW. Back in the 1950s during an earlier dark period of editors, National Geographic suffered through their "red shirt" period. They had just adopted color photography after resisting it for a while as 'sensationalistic'. But suddenly they would not publish a photo unless it fully expressed the spectrum of colors that color film offered. So every single photographer carried with them a huge trunk of red articles. Red shirts, scarves, skirts, socks, blankets, etc.. Before taking a photograph they would festoon their subjects with various red items. They felt super bad about it eventually.
If it were only that bad today.
I don't think I have ever heard a member of the Commonwealth's opinion on Mel Brookes. Do you have one?