Entourage comes to Greensboro. Ridiculous!
Our very own
celebrities.
Virtual and in person.
Get ready. I'm going to hate on them for a while.
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For those of you who lied and didn't read it, I'll sum it up. Four guys, one of whom is some kind of former Toughskins model, are trying to win a contest by emulating the characters on Entourage.
Entourage is the HBO show based loosely on the exploits of Mark Wahlberg and his hanger-on buddies in Hollywood. Think of it like this - lions and hyenas. The lion goes out, makes a kill, eats what he wants, goes to sleep, hyenas fight over the scraps.
Got it? Let's get started.
We'll ignore the drunk driving thing. However, you better not kill anyone fellas, else this story is going haunt you forever. You'll be blubbering on the stand like a baby while the prosecutor uses the article to bludgeon you. And don't front, you know that's how it would go down. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. I was young and irresponsible. Please, please give me another chance." Cry, cry, cry, whine, whine, whine, blubber, blubber, blubber. Give me a break guys. You know the deal. If it happens, take your punishment like men.
And btw, don't remember what you did the night before from drinking too much?
Here's a site you might be interested in. I know you don't have much time, what with all the eighteen year-old girls to seduce and champagne to drink, but there's no excuse not to be original. Oh, wait, you're emulating characters on a TV show. Never mind.
Speaking of cliches, sisters kissing, huh? Didn't want to go all the way to twins? On second thought, good thinking. It's always better to hold back a little. You don't want to peak too early.
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"That's a $200 bottle of champagne," Spano says, pointing to another picture. "We had four of those last night. We're still trying to figure out who paid for it."
Uh-huh. It was you, wasn't it, Tom? Go ahead, you can tell the truth. We're all friends here. It went down like AJ Soprano getting stuck with the check, didn't it. You remember, the one where AJ has to keep buying his 'friends' rounds so they'll hang out with him. But it's cool. It's not really a problem until you have to start selling your stuff to pay your credit card bills. Little tip though, before it gets to that point - just buy the Cristal for the first round. No one knows they're drinking Korbel after that.
Let's talk about your name - The G-Spot Entourage. G-Spot Entourage. G-Spot. Is that G-Spot as in Greensboro-Spot or is that G-Spot as in
what we're left with when our $200 champagne has been drunk and our eighteen year-old prospects have hurried home to meet their curfew? Just between you and me, Tom, is that really all it's cracked up to be. Wait, don't tell me. You need to buy me a drink first.
So, don't like to talk about your job in the furniture industry, Tom? Why not? The stories you could tell I'm sure. You know all those big houses you get to see when you take them their new sofa. How cool is that? Hard on the back though. Better start planning your future. That's a young man's game.
Tom, I'm going to stop talking to you for a moment. I'm going to talk to Steve now. Steve's the fat one, right? Good. Steve, every entourage needs a Turtle. You know, the guy to do the heavy lifting - driving, scoring blow, picking up the check when your leader's credit card is maxed. You are the backbone of the group, man. Without you it couldn't exist. And just think of the benefits. Where else would you hear first hand reports on how the girls in the club behave behind closed doors. If it wasn't for your buddies, you'd have to sit in the corner and try to remember the progressions in that last Penthouse Forum. Stick with it man. Don't give up the dream. Someday one of those girls Tom is getting with is going to bring her husky friend to the club and then it'll be on.
So let's see, where's that leave us? Greg and Brian. You guys aren't claiming to be Eric and Drama, I gather. That's no fun. If you're going to copy someone's life (ed. note - correction, TV show characters' lives), you may as well go all the way. Brian, you are Eric. Small, kind of awkward, a little funny looking. I bet you're the witty one, aren't you? Hey, I've got to give it to you though, the hyenas definitely eat well because of the lion. Scraps from the master's plate are sometimes better than what the stable boy can prepare himself.
Well, I guess that leaves you Drama, I mean Greg. If I'm on my game, I'm betting that you are second only to Tom in the group. Slightly older, but definitely better looking than Steve and Brian and on certain nights, maybe when he hasn't had enough rest, you give Tom a run for his money, doncha? Thought so. If he wasn't a big movie star and everything, it'd be all about you. You know it's true. This is no time for modesty. Just because Elm Street blew up five years later than it should have shouldn't be held against you. Holla.
OK. That's the end of the article. Seemed like there was more substance there when I got started. Oh well. Good luck with the competition. Hope you win the Xbox. Be careful about dropping a couch on your toe, Tom. A limp will hinder auditions.
Peace.