What the Hells?
I need a bit of TV in the background to put me to sleep, and last night I made the mistake of putting it on MTV. "Cribs," I show I love in theory, was on, and Carlos Mencia was showing me around his house. Rather than drift off to dreamland, I started to intently listen to what he was saying, and then I began to get very, very angry. He has motorcycles with dragons and hydrolics. He has an in-home theatre, and a gorgeous pool. The kitchens in huge houses are always nice, too. All of this, as far as I can tell, for being an unfunny motherfucker and saying "beaner" 20 times per episode.