Australians suck at many things - bathing, being sober, not stealing the Aborigines' lands - but the thing they apparently suck most at is holding awards shows. A case in point - this weekend's Australian MTV Video Music Awards. This thing had to be the lamest spectacle ever witnessed by human eyes. Seriously, even worse than
Crocodile Dundee. Damn, that's pretty bad. I know...
Why am I talking to myself?
Back to the Australians. According to the Dirty Disher, all they do is drink beer and tell bad jokes. And if she had seen the Australian MTV Video Music Awards, she would've added, "and put on lame awards shows."
But now it's time for me to confess something - I saw not one second of the Australian MTV Video Music Awards. Even had I had access to it, I would not have watched it. I would sooner have allowed Cisco Adler to gently caress my cheek with his ballsack. Of course, you can say that I am in no position to criticize the Australian MTV VMAs, given that I didn't see it. But I disagree. All I need to know is who was at the Aussie MTV VMAs - that alone allows me to gauge the lameness of the event.
So what pathetic would-be celebs were at the Australian VMAs anyway? Andy Dick? Kathy Griffin? It's possible. However, I have no proof that they were there, so I'm going to assume they weren't. Anyway, the people who were there were bad enough. Like this useless whore:
Wow, the Australian VMAs snagged Nicole Richie. She must not have had tickets to the Coachella Valley Music Festival, where every other useless skank on earth was camped out for the weekend. And oh Nicole - would you stop with the peace-sign? Even Lindsay thinks that's lame now.
Just once I'd like to see...
Now what, bitch?
Oh, and Australia - Kristin Cavallari?
Actually, here's where you Aussies could earn your way into Crabbie's good graces. All you have to do is revoke Kristin Cavallari's passport. Just don't let her out of the country. And then, maybe, you could trump up some kind of charge - I don't know, practicing horrific skankery without a license or something - and just chuck her in jail for the next, I don't know, sixty years? You'd be doing us a great favor if you did. Oh, and while you're at it, do you think you could do something about this hopeless dipshit?
Did she make that outfit out of a shower curtain? The upholstery out of a banana-yellow '79 Aspen? And what the fuck is that award? A penguin? Who associates penguins with Australia? When I think of that country, all it conjures is Russell Crowe chucking phones at people, Steve Irwin dangling his baby in front of a hungry croc and Paul Hogan smiling at me from a beer ad. Oh, and lone riders of the post-Apocalyptic wastes sporting foot-tall spiked mohawks and assless leather pants.
(Just joking Aussies. You guys rock. No need to call Crabbie an ignorant American, or bash me for not respecting your culture.
Ha ha - as if Australia has any culture.
Kidding again.)