who dat? contest.

(yo stee. i know
who dat?)

last game:

Lee Curreri. Actor. Fame. (Played Bruno Martelli, movie and tv show)

first correct answer: (of MILLIONS i might add. you guys know you some Fame, boy)


left column sad

self-hate mail

I get the nicest email. I really do. I see other people complaining that they get a lot of unwarranted and mean comments/advice/threats. "You don't understand my pain, people!" I don't get any of that shit. I've gotten one or two emails where people have taken knee-jerk, stupid offense to something I said about Australians or Matthew Modine (I'm lying, absolutely NO ONE came to Modine's defense), but generally I just get nice, intelligent stuff.

Am I doing something wrong?

Here's some hate mail I'm surprised I haven't gotten yet and/or probably deserve:



What the fuck kind of name is Stee?

You are lame.




I saw the photos of you and your now ex. I don't know what happened, but whatever - I can't believe you let her get away.

Can I have her number?

-The guy who's going to fuck your ex


Dear Stee,

You suck.

-Matthew Modine


Dear Suppressive-Person,

You know what we can do. You know we can find you. You know we're totally fucking insane and have very little in the way of scruples. And yet you constantly fuck with us.

Seriously. Not very smart, my little friend.

-The ghost of L. Ron Hubbard

ps: Can I bum a smoke?


Dear Stee,

Give me back my wallet.


-The guy who's wallet you "accidentally" stole in Madison, Wisconsin


Dear Stee,

I didn't fall out of my wheelchair because I was excited. I fell out because I have problems, you asshole.

-King Gimp

ps: keep it up funny boy and I'll hire some guys to make you Prince Gimp.



I think we've seen all you have to offer.

We'll be moving on now.

-Your Readers


Dear Stee,

Don't tell us you didn't budget your time correctly and have to therefore make this a short entry.

You suck.


The Corin "Corky" Nemec Happy Song Corner

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love, love's going to leave me. I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts. And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan. And I'm too sexy for your party. Too sexy for your party, no way I'm disco dancing. I'm a model you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk. Yeah on the catwalk. On the catwalk yeah, I do my little turn on the catwalk... speaking of which. I was a model. I did a spot for Radio Shack. Don't tell me you didn't see it. I was Mr. Battery. You don't remember Mr. Battery? Aw, for christ sakes.
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