The only thing I hate about Top Gear TV show, is celebrities fragments. 

I really don't give a flying fuck what they do, what they think or what they have to say. 

Hello wievers. I have been out for a while due to my condition. Please enjoy my previous posts. 🙏 

Been working out, you know, not fanatically, whenever I have time or not too lazy. One thing really showed results is kettlebell. Not results in a bodybuilding senses. Results do show and are more noticeable than if I would use dumbbells. And my lower back does not hurt as much. Doing swings I guess. So yea, picked up this 35lb and just got moving.

I gave Scary Movie 6 a shot. Lasted about 15 minutes before I had to kill it. It’s just pure, cringe garbage.

At first, I wondered if I was just getting old—you know, the «old man yelling at clouds» thing. But then I realized I still go back and watch the first four movies all the time. The difference is simple: the old Scary Movie films were built on actual, decent movies.

Back then, the films they were parodying were actually iconic. They were movies people were watching, quoting, and obsessing over. When the source material is good, the satire works because you recognize what they’re making fun of.

But that formula only works if the movies coming out today are worth watching. Since about 2010, the «blockbusters» have been pretty much «swing and a miss», and a lot of them just feel like soulless, corporate woke garbage. If the movie you’re trying to make fun of is already boring or unwatchable, the parody is going to be even worse.

The Scary Movie franchise didn’t lose its touch because the comedy changed; it lost its touch because the movies it’s supposed to be mocking stopped being entertaining. You can’t make good satire out of shit content.

I mean, what the fuck is this annoying, ugly shit??? Maybe you have to be a 𝕏 junkie to know this waste.

When we were coming up in the 2000s, you’d see these people on screen — celebrities, massive stars, household names -  pulling in millions. You figured they were set for life. They had the mansions, the entourage, the ridiculous excess, planes and you honestly thought they were untouchable.

Then you hit 2026 and see them popping up in some soul-crushing, 30-second spot for a predatory payday lender or some bottom-tier, fly-by-night company that you know is a scam. Or a dumb ass casino app. It’s impossible not to look at that and think, «Damn, they actually hit rock bottom.» They burned through every cent of that fortune, and now they’re hawking garbage just to keep the lights on. It’s not just a career shift; it’s a humiliating, pathetic freefall from grace. The «extras» used to be the ones you didn't notice, but seeing a former icon reduced to a commercial shill for the cheapest companies on Earth? That’s the real tragedy.

Sergeant Major Maxwell “Ace” Archer was precision; a perfect sniper. Every element of his existence, was perfectly ordered. His schedule was a clockwork masterpiece, his accuracy unmatched, and his focus a laser beam. He was the embodiment of the ideal sniper: disciplined, efficient, and relentlessly, terrifyingly, on time. 

Living he's quiet life out in the woods, peaceful expensive house  with anything a human been needs to live a perfect life. With offshore bank account. 

Than as it usually end up happening is he meets a woman, whether its random or through the job he had to do. Falls in love, mad love. A missed shot, a careless mistake in planning, because all of his attention is on the woman, has caused a chaos. Reputation is ruined.

Circumstances of that, he loses the job that he worked so hard for and building trust and perfect job score. 

Him and his woman had to live that life behind to start a family, while killing all the people that was after him for not completing a job. It was a mess, but he did it. He did it for the love of his life and a new chapter they can begin building together. No more secrets and everything is shared. Working a steady construction job with bank account that had enough money to last for ever.

Few months pass and his woman cheats on him with explanation — «You are not the same tough guy I fell in love with and your hands are softer». Than she emptied his bank account, because she's an independent woman and needs to explore her sexuality in Dubai.

He developed a drinking problem and died on the street...

The end.

©Mad

Obnoxious movies Every movie is a fucking sexy model superhero with unreal abilities and what not. Whenever someone needs to be saved, it's a model looking woman. Or a lonely looking guy, somehow gets million bucks and walks in to the sunset with model. Never there was a hero movie, where a guy said — «You know what? No body is going to stop me, from saving MY FAT FUCKING UGLY BITCH WIFE!».

Unless it's a comedy.

I thought I was solid, but I got tripped up by a 20-year-old and a translation app.

I was 38, working a hi-lo. She was a 10—a 15 out of ten on a scale if you ask me. She found out I was Russian and used Google or Yahoo Translate to text me «Privet, kak dela?» every morning. She’d spend her breaks in my car and send nudes I didn't ask for. She put in the work to get in my head, and I fell for it. I did, big time.

To be honest, I got confused. Should I stay cold? What if she actually does feel something? Should I do this, should I do that? I developed feelings, and it messed things up.

I didn't know how to handle it. I started drinking because I had no idea how to control those feelings without alcohol. I never had. I was always wasted when it comes to women. I got confused, and I eventually quit the job just to get out of there because I couldn't function without thinking about her. When I reached out later, she was cold. She called me a loser and needy.

I still have the photos. I haven't shown them to anyone because I told her I wouldn't. Maybe it's a highlight of my life.