Jeremy White and Sunny Weathers get some alone time with a classic duet of an episode at El Rio Grande Mexican Restaurant. After Sunny shares the secret to getting generously poured drinks on cruises, Jeremy brings up a couple of things that blew up locally on social media while he was in New Orleans for a wedding, including an awesome response to a restaurant review and a very Florida Man type of incident that began at a strip club.
The Louisiana Supreme Court ruled Friday that a noted Baton Rouge jackwagon with a law degree may return to making a mockery of the nation’s justice system. The court ruled 4-3 in favor of ending disbarred personal injury attorney and prolific ass clown E. Eric Guirard’s seven-year hiatus from turning arguably the world’s greatest legal system into a hackneyed joke.
Maybe they’re bored with more traditional, relatively civilized campaigns to become the leader of the free world. Maybe they’re spoiled by today’s myriad entertainment options and want this race to be a monthslong political version of Max Max: Fury Road. Maybe they want this year’s presidential race to be the kind of shit show future historians will point to as the reason why we decided to let robots run the country.
Two movies titled Seven enter, only one will leave (with its title) as Herman Davis, Eric McCauley and Robert Rau watch the David Fincher gross fest and the heavily edited Andy Sidaris soft core porn and determine which should be called Seven. While Fincher is clearly the favorite coming into this contest, the other movie does have boobs, or should have boobs. The only copy Robert could find was on Youtube, and sometimes their sensitive about that kind of stuff.
Louisiana film industry legend Jerry Leggio sits down with Sunny Weathers and Jeremy White to share nearly six decades worth of awesome stories about working with some of Hollywood’s biggest names. He also explains how he — with a little help from his friend The Duke (aka John Wayne) — secured funding for his pet project that was the genesis of what would ultimately become the Louisiana Film Commission and the term “Hollywood South.”
If I had the mind of a 4-year-old, maybe I’d be excited about this one thing and one thing only. That would be awesome. If there were no room for worrying about paying bills, managing job responsibilities, or any of that adult nonsense, I could just focus on being stoked for Captain America: Civil War, and maybe how many Junior Mints I can fit in my mouth.