OCD Classic: The "U" Loves Hungry Man

I love this commercial. Drew Rosenhaus is an awesome agent... getting his former "The U" players gigs in Hungry Man commercials. The basic premise: these NFL players go to the grocery store and buy a SHITLOAD of Hungry Man. And that's probably not a good idea if you take a look at the nutrition facts below from a Hungry Man "Classic Fried Chicken" Dinner.

Setting Up Suzie Wong for Sauza

We're at Suzie Wong for our Sauza party. Tonight we have a Hornitos
event with an open bar from 8-11 pm. Sorry, the list is closed.

OCD Actual Conversation

Below is a log of an actual online conversation that I had with a friend. This paints a better picture of the douchebags that I associate with. Some details have been removed/changed -- I wouldn't want to out him for being the piece of shit that he truly is.

Anonymous Asshole Friend
haha, i havent had that yet, but i had a pretty comical experience over the past couple weeks
i was trying to mack it to this girl who i met at the st patricks day parade, a friend of (name removed) basically
she was around last week

OfficialChrisDuncan
haha, NICE
those are the kind of girls that I like... ones that are around, baby
haha

Anonymous Asshole Friend
and she was like, i dont want to say all over me

OfficialChrisDuncan
you can, go ahead

Anonymous Asshole Friend
but touching, and like, seeking out my conversation the whole night
and i talked to her the whole time
and we both got hammered

OfficialChrisDuncan
oh yeah

Anonymous Asshole Friend
and i honestly dont really remember a thing i talked about with her

OfficialChrisDuncan
hahahaha
that's FUCKING awesome

Anonymous Asshole Friend
i ended up walking home i assume
never said goodbye
or maybe i did, but i doubt it

OfficialChrisDuncan
the old drunken bolt

Anonymous Asshole Friend
so shes coming to the game last sat
and she like, gave me a good hello and whatnot
and anyway, after the whole day, i didnt really talk to her
btu i talked to her at the bar afterwards
and like, 2 different times i was striking up conversation, and she would answer me
and be like, yeah i actually told you this

OfficialChrisDuncan
haha, and you're like "oh yeahhhhH!"

Anonymous Asshole Friend
i also was hitting on a different girl the whole time at the game

OfficialChrisDuncan
hahahah

Anonymous Asshole Friend
who was at the game, didnt really knw her ... but she recognized ... me from riding the subway
so i was like, a commuting celebrity to her

OfficialChrisDuncan
hahaha... that's a good in

Anonymous Asshole Friend
i figured i had it in the bag

OfficialChrisDuncan
yeah, the "you know who I am" routine
"and you happen to care"

Anonymous Asshole Friend
and shes super hot, so i talked to her the whole time
"so...what stop to do youget off"

OfficialChrisDuncan
haha, good work...

Chinese Up Them Eyes?

I was on facebook today and saw a pretty ridiculous ad:

NYC Asian Eyelid Surgery
Edward S. Kwak MD, is one the nations top plastic surgeons specializing in Asian facial cosmetic surgery.

So there's a doctor whose last name is essentially "quack" who wants to (I assume) make your eyes look "less Asian". TELL ME MORE!

The ad reminds me of my favorite scene from The Wire. You should go to about 3:00 of the YouTube video below. Basically, some local hoods are taken to the station to help create a composite sketch of a suspect. They fuck around trying to make a picture of the guy with little success and decide to create their ideal woman using the same software. Then there's my absolute favorite part where the ringleader says "Chinese up dem eyes... like Beyonce" and his crony says "Yeah. Das Wassup." at the very end. So I will now liberally use the phrase "Chinese up dem eyes" to mean improving something and adding the "Yeah. Das Wassup" indicates that it is an extreme improvement. The "... like Beyonce" is only necessary in formal situations.



Update: The kid that says "Chinese up dem eyes" is named Anthony Fedd. You can check out his MySpace here... potential OCD Interview material?

Looking for a steamer?

You can get a really nice one from Cleveland Pressure Steamers. I recommend the PDL-4. Apparently, Armand looks for this stuff during his work day.

George Rodman Dislikes Cantankerous Women

My good friend George Rodman tends to blow up my GChat from time to time. I've been hounding all of my friends to send me good blog material and good ol' GRod finally came through. He sent me this wonderful link to an old (or fake) article about women in the workplace. If you're not familiar with the role of women in the workplace, this article makes it easy to understand why it's best to avoid cantankerous women and the "husky" type are both even-tempered and efficient. If you think this is bad, keep in mind our country was down with racism for about 20 years after this.

You can see the 1943 Guide to Hiring Women here.

For fun, let's see if we can come up with our own outdated and ignorant tips for working with women. Here's my #12:

12. In general, women have trouble keeping their emotions in check. For this reason, it is especially important to keep your female co-workers in a positive mood by making them feel appreciated. It only takes a small amount of effort -- a firm pat on the backside or a well-timed compliment about her figure (whether its toned or not) can do wonders.

Sex Workers Unite

I was reading an article about a Danish retirement home where a staff member had been propositioned by a resident. The solve the problem, the staff called a prostitute for the man. The article got a comment on the situation from somebody at the Danish Sex Worker's organization. Before that point, I had never even realized that there could be a sex worker organization. So I decided to do a little more research. I found two of these foundations in Australia and The Netherlands that are quite real.

Probably one of my favorite pictures of all time...

The Australian Sex Worker organization does a great job providing information. On their Q&A page, you can find clear answers to questions you may have. Here's a small sample:

Sex work - what is it?
Sex work is the exchange of sexual services for money or goods.

Sexual Services - what are they?
The definition of sexual services adopted in Victoria has three main activities under it. They are:

• Taking part with someone in an act of sexual penetration. This includes oral, anal and vaginal sexual penetration. If you put a tongue, finger or other part of the body or an object, into a vagina, anus or mouth - or let any of these things be done to you - it's an act of sexual penetration (Crimes Act 1958).
  
• Masturbating someone. To be considered masturbating, their genitals can be clothed and they don't have to cum.
  
• Letting someone view acts of sexual penetration or masturbation when there is any form of physical contact between any watcher and any watched or when any watcher is allowed or encouraged to masturbate.

If you get money or goods for doing any of these things, you are doing sex work.

Has anybody realized that they're doing sex work yet? Apparently, Australia has a very proud tradition of sex work. According to the Scarlet Alliance:

Prostitutes, or ‘doxies’ or ‘blowens’ or ‘biters’ or ‘strumpets’ as they might have been called by the marines and convicts of the 18th century, were among the very first white women ever to step onto the continent of Australia when they arrived at Sydney Cove with the First Fleet in 1788.

And let's not forget about The Netherlands. The Red Thread has started a Pimp Free Zone campaign.

You'd think the logo would be a chalice with an X through it

Rode Draad and Vakwerk started a sticker and poster campaign against pimps. They are putting up stickers and posters on windows with the phrases "Pimpfree Zone" and "Pimping is forbidden in The Netherlands".

Despite our Puritanical roots, there is a similar organization in the US called Sex Workers Outreach Project. They define themselves as a "Sex Workers Outreach Project-USA is a national social justice network dedicated to the fundamental human rights of sex workers and their communities, focusing on ending violence and stigma through education and advocacy." I think I'm going to start calling OfficialChrisDuncan.com a social justice network. SWOP is in San Francisco... and you know New York doesn't enjoy being left out. So that's where SWANK comes in. SWANK is a group of former and current sex workers based out of New York City. The SWANK MySpace profile shows that they have an event in New York on May 8th. Looks like the OfficialChrisDuncan has a party to cover...

The Real World Hollywood First Impressions

My roommates and I had the new Real World: Hollywood DVR'd, so we decided to give it a gander last night. I'm a Real World purist, so it was immediately disappointing that there was no gay guy/closed-minded country boy duo. However, it does look like this cast has a good amount of potential volatility. Joey and Greg look like they will both eventually try to kill somebody. I'm also not sure I'll ever give a shit about these people. They're all "aspiring" to be this or that. I'm actually surprised that the Joey guy has been likeable so far... I'm really looking forward to his "I WASN'T LIKE THIS UNTIL I CAME HERE" outburst. The three girls are not very exciting at all. Will is cool. Alex and I have started the official Will from Real World Hollywood Das Wassup Count. The count currently stands at 3.

There's a lot of wife beater in that hot tub

Rembrandt van Rite Aid

I haven't made an entry into the bat-shit-crazy category for a while. But when I walked into the Rite Aid before work earlier this week, I encountered something out of the ordinary. I wanted to grab a meal-in-a-bar product and passed a guy sitting in a folding chair. I quickly realized that he wasn't interested in purchasing said chair -- he was drawing. Rite Aid is a drug store ... and he certainly wasn't drawing the beef jerky and Gatorade that were right in front of him. So now you can understand why I was pretty shocked that a creepy looking guy had posted up in the middle of a store at 9AM.

Luckily, I was able to snap a I'm-just-casually-looking-at-my-phone picture of him on my way back towards the front of the store. I was a little bit afraid that he might notice me taking the picture and try to kill me... but I knew that it would make for great blog filler. While cropping/tagging the picture, I decided it would be interesting to try and see what he was drawing. There's a 300% zoomed and rotated copy of his notepad in the lower left. No, that is not a person drawing the same thing that he is while standing behind him. I'm pretty positive it's a city over some body of water ... so half of it is a reflection. I went into Rite Aid this morning and did not see the scribbling genius at work. I did see the chair though...

Rembrandt van Rite Aid only works in the shade... BOO YAH

OCD Quote of the Day II

Don't ever write another word about me, or you'll need an eyepatch over your other eye.

Those were Criss Angel's choice words for a Las Vegas at the Miss USA competition. Apparently, his girlfriend did not win and he thought this was due to a column penned by said author. The author actually has an eye patch on one of his eyes already. Mr. Angel tried to coerce the judges into giving his girl high marks and was exposed by the journalist. Sorry, jackass. Now if only somebody would expose him for being a shitty magician. I never thought somebody could out-lame David Blaine.

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Tricia Walsh-Smith Breaks Down on YouTube

So this woman is apparently married to a Broadway executive and they are pretty much "dunzo". The guy's daughter is the same age as Tricia and she doesn't want her former stepmother to have any of the loot. This video is pretty fucking sad and pathetic. I think people should be less afraid of YouTube as a venue for divorce and more afraid that your misguided attempt to shake down your ex will embarrass the shit out of you. I do have some sympathy for her... but I can't really say that I care.

OCD Quote of the Day

A source close to the actor said: "Jesse loves women with big breasts. He thought Colleen was the perfect woman, but was lacking in one department, so he decided to make her the ultimate woman."

This gem comes from a quote about Jesse Metcalfe. The article explains that he paid for the breast augmentation of ex-girlfriend Colleen Shannon. I checked out his Wikipedia and decided that his character name is Passions, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald, is hilarious. It also says "Was recently involved in an altercation with a rapper named Mams.". What? The picture on the left is some guy bitching him around outside of an LA club.

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I love Playboy, but this is extreme

I browse Playboy news daily on Google News and today I came across this:
Playboy.com and Kendra Wilkinson From The Girls Next Door Search for Sexiest 'Girls of Olive Garden'

"Who needs endless breadsticks when zesty girls are on the menu? Playboy.com is searching for the sexiest "Girls of Olive Garden" to pose for a tasty pictorial. With more than 600 Olive Garden locations throughout the United States, Playboy.com is confident it will uncover the freshest ingredients for its sexiest "Girls Of" pictorial yet."

The kicker is at the bottom:

"Playboy.com's "Women of Olive Garden" model search is not affiliated with Olive Garden."

We're not getting any money from "The Garden" here? Come on!

Yeah, it's real. I guess Hef decided he'd throw Kendra a bone (no pun intended) since Holly gets to look for the 55th Anniversary Playmate. But really... Girls of the Olive Garden? For some reason, that strikes me as more strange than Girls of McDonalds, Starbucks, and Enron. Maybe I'm just weird.

As Predicted, Ambre Wins Rock of Love

Last night, Ambre won the season finale of Rock of Love. I could say that I didn't see it coming except for the fact that I made a post predicting this a month and a half ago. Pats on the back are appreciated. All douchebaggery aside, I was sad to see the show end (not that it's REALLY over) but happy to see Ambre win.

I'm sure there are people that are sad because Daisy lost. Alex has a minor infatuation with the girl. Apparently, she's the niece of Oscar De La Hoya. Who cares slash huh? I personally do not give a shit about Daisy. If you do, you can buy her (shitty) music on Daisy De La Hoya's MySpace profile. Does it make me gay if the most interesting thing to me about Daisy is her ex-boyfriend Charles? At least he brings an element of shiftiness and even more eye makeup, tats, and bandanas to a show that already had more than its fair share. He came on during the "bring on the exes" episode. It's a good thing that it was on DVR because Alex and I could review the replay to confirm that Charles has 4 bandanas on his person at any time. He also opts for extra-formal just like Bret by going hat over bandana. You have to love a guy that can apparently afford steroids, a gym membership, and make up but doesn't pay rent and plays in a band. Can't you just see greatness in him?

Charles has sweet eyebrows

Unfortunately, I was not spot on with my prediction. Bret Michaels bounced both of the old women in the early going. I thought he'd (read: the producers) keep the less heinous one. I thought it would be the old girl plus Megan (the hottest) and Ambre (eventual winner). I have plans to call Megan and interview her about the show and her undying love for me... but I'm lazy. You can leave suggested questions in the comments and maybe it'll help me get around to it...

OCD Poll: Is it OK to strike a woman?

Sean Connery thinks so in this classic video clip. Discuss. Thanks for sending this in, Brad!

OCD Quote of the Day

"Johnson was quoted as telling the Daily News that plenty of men try to grope women on subways, and admitted he's been doing it for more than 25 years since he saw another man rub against a woman on a train and dash away unpunished."

From the New York Post article describing Freddie Johnson, a "chronic groper" on New York subways...

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Xavier de Rosnay @ Le Royale 4/12/08

We got to Le Royale at about 11:15. We hung out by the bar for about 10 minutes trying to figure out exactly what was going on. It seemed every empty and didn't seem like anybody around us was interested in music. Then we realized that there was an upstairs area. On the upper floor, there was another bar and then a dance floor area with bottle service tables surrounding it. Some guy that was definitely not Xavier was manning the decks when we arrived. It was great because Alex thought that it was going to be 100% hipsters and their weird fashion, so he was rocking a 1980's olympics hat and a sweatband. I tried to explain that the core demographic was "white kids", which is much wider demographic that isn't necessarily "down" with hipsters. He looked a little bit out of place.

Alex and I felt like something was off as scanned the crowd from a good spot along the rail. The small pockets of people didn't reallly seem to be meshing. It was still early, but it didn't seem like we were dealing with a cohesive group. My theory was that the key skill required for attending this event was internet savvy. You had to buy tickets on Going.com. We stood in a line when we first arrived because kids WITHOUT tickets were lining up. So I think it was just a lot of random people that would never hang out otherwise. Alex still had hope that a dance party would break out (and I didn't think he was wrong), so we decided to perform an experiment. He bet that the dance party would take over the dance floor within 30 minutes, so I set the timer on my iPhone. The 30 minute time period passed quickly and there was still no dance party.

At this point, Alex started to feel sick, so we stepped outside for some fresh air. That was good and bad... we saw the next DJ show up with (with his apprentice/bitch carrying his mixer). Five minutes later, we saw Xavier trying to cross the street. He was with his girl (pretty blonde girl that looked similar to Rachel Hunter) and they stood outside for a good 20 minutes. I guess now is a good time to reveal that both of us forgot to bring our cameras... so fucking stupid. I did find one video from the performance ... it went up an hour ago -- I love the internet. You can tell that the dance/scream party got bumping much later on. This video is of Xavier rocking the Phantom II Soulwax Remix.

Official Chris Duncan French DJ Impression

I've been lucky enough to get my hand on some trendy jackets lately. The one in the upper left belongs to Chris V from The Beasts of Eden... it's bloody awesome. The jacket in the bottom right is Lisa K's... yes, a women's jacket. Just a tad too small to rock legitimately. I just think it's funny to compare that style to Xavier de Rosnay of Justice. I think I'm going to have to get myself some of this hipster garb. I think there actually is a guy that goes by "DJ ceedunc" (he's from England).

Coincidentally, I'm going to see Xavier de Rosnay from Justice at Le Royale tonight in New York Fucking City. I'm pretty excited. I didn't know about this at all until like Thursday. Hopefully, he actually plays some Justice stuff. None of "my bitches" (yeah right) wanted to come, so I have to bring Mr. Handsome with me. Hopefully we can get some good video or pictures... or pick up some hot hipster chicks.

Official Chris Duncan Under Attack

I don't really know if any of you noticed or cared about that picture of Kiefer Sutherland (I thought it was funny). In any case, Kiefer Sutherland fans did. The day that I posted that picture and the day after had two of the highest visitor totals in the short life of this site. A few Kiefer fan sites posted the picture (specifically 24headquarters.com and kiefersutherlandhome.com) and I'm guessing they all got a kick out of it.

There were some who did not like my post. They had no problem with the picture itself, but my description of the picture was out of line. Posters on the site the Kiefers Place forum felt that I had portrayed Kiefer in a bad light by putting "(drinking)" in a sentence. First of all, it was half joking. Second, this is from a guy who just got out of jail for a DUI and has a YouTube video of him tackling a Christmas tree. It's true, he could be the every-man who says, "I want to get a snack before a turn in. I want to be among the people... $1.25 Gray's Papaya hot dogs for me!" Or he's a drunk guy who wants to stuff his face with a few ill-advised greasy snacks before passing out.

From Lady Sutherland:

Oh I DETEST how all these kinds of articles always seem to KNOW that Kiefer was up drinking.
How? HOW!? DAMMIT!
The guy looks tired. And hot dogs are 2am? Who cares? If the guy is hungry, HE'S HUNGRY!
Leave him the hell alone!
Seriously, I'd give Michael a run for his money and be Kief's bodyguard. The guy needs to be left alone
But he is looking good!

From NikiLLxD:

Totally agree Mel!
He looks tired! Maybe he had a couple of drink! But for christ shake! That doesn't mean he was DEAD DRUNK!
And whatever! Had a drink or not?! He was out having some fun! Just because he is famous, it doesn't mean he's not aloud

The man just got out of jail for a DUI arrest and has a YouTube video of him tackling a Christmas Tree. I think it's fair to say if my friend said he seemed a little tipsy that he could have been drinking. In any case, these people are a little bit on the crazy side. Here's a sampling of some of the pictures in their profiles that shed a little more light on their bias.





My personal favorite is the coy shirt tug on the right side of the second picture. I'm waiting for "Lady Sutherland" to approve my membership to their forum so I can reply to their posts. If you want to check out the thread, you can find it here.

El Ultimo Playboy Spring Break Recap

I'm a delinquent blogger and I apologize. After spending enough time in Mexico, you lose the ability to organize your thoughts in a manner that doesn't end with tequila shots. I'm sure my passionate readership along with a few random Kiefer Sutherland fans are dying to hear the "haps" south of the border. I tried to recount the first week of spring break chronologically and that didn't really work out... so I've written it in the form of a letter. The letter is to my dear friend Alex of standing-next-to-Kiefer-Sutherland-with-a-mustache fame. He's my roommate and he's a model (the kind that gets paid for handsome). He grows mustaches in his spare time. Last year, he went to Cabo but didn't get the chance this year. Sorry, brother.

Dear Mustachioed Friend Alex,

I'm sorry that you didn't get to make the trip to Meh-hee-co this year but you're not missing out on that much... no, that's a lie. If you're too lazy to actually read, the my Spring Break week 2 pictures are on the Official Chris Duncan Flickr and the videos are on the Official Chris Duncan YouTube channel.

I met The Beasts of Eden (an awesome band from Brooklyn) at their sound check at Cabo Wabo. They were enjoying their first tequila shots of the trip late that afternoon... and some did not return until well after the sun came up. Luckily, they are bad ass enough to handle performing in the middle of being professional rockers. The Beasts of Eden song "Only Good at Looking Good" is probably my favorite. They have another song "Two Suns" but it's not on the debut EP. I've seen them do it live twice (?) and it's fucking awesome. They played it at their last set at Nikki Beach with Paul Dateh. We had a sweet set up at Hotel Bahia and when we asked them for a fridge full of beers for the band, they obliged.

The Beasts of Eden rocking Cabo Wabo (L) and Nikki Beach (R)

There were a few lovely ladies with me for the trip as well. Maybe you've heard of Playmate Lindsay Wagner or Cyber Girls Jillian Beyor, Jessica Danielle, and Aubrie Lemon? Oh yeah, you met them (except for Lindsay) last year in Mexico. Jessica actually remembered talking to you on the flight back to LA last year. Don't worry... she's getting engaged and you're not quite handsome enough for her. I liked hanging out with Lindsay. Is it fucked up that her ability to destroy Burger King turns me on? I guess that's my type ... 20 year old Playmates that can eat anything they want. It was also entertaining to give her shit about the infamous Terrence Nunn game-losing fumble from the Nebraska-Texas game a couple years ago.

Jessica Danielle, Lindsay Wagner, and Jillian Beyor dancing because I made them

She was also into my awesome dance moves when I cut a rug at Zoo. They were thoroughly impressed by my ten seconds of spastic, somewhat rhythmic movements that I repeated many times. I think the most people were impressed by my stint wearing the "Michael Knight" jacket though.

Rocking appropriately in the hefty bag jacket... photos courtesy of Lisa Kolodny of thedirtaythirtay.com

Shenanigans? Shenanigans occurred. At Billygan's, we were treated to an extremely raunchy "booty shaking contest". I'm a booty shaking contest purist and that means amateurs only. The girl that won had to be a stripper. She had some moves that had to be practiced many times to execute correctly. She decided to flash at the end and it wasn't really even in the neighborhood of sexy.

I ended up in what I believe to be an Isuzu Trooper with 12-15 other people after a big night at El Squid Roe. I was in the passenger's seat with some beeyotch sitting on my lap (joking) so I got to have a pleasant conversation with our driver. Her name was Sunset, she had many tats, and she liked Sublime and Rage against the Machine. Thumbs up in my book. We later found out that she was brought up in the Children of God cult -- still, nice girl. It was about 5AM and we decided to hit the beach. Somehow, everybody left while I was sitting on a beach chair and after about 10 minutes I decided I was done hanging out on the beach. I only found one one of my socks at the spot where I had left my bad ass kicks. Tough loss.

One sweet thing that we did was a "name tag party" at Nowhere Bar. Basically, we had sheets of "Hello My Name Is" stickers and sharpies and let people put them on each other. The ones I got were "Fucking Humarious" (humorous-hilarious) and my favorite "Extremely Tan Forehead". I gave out a ton, but the classic was "Strong But Gentle" for Carter from the Beasts of Eden. It became our motto for the week. At the end of the night, they name tags got more and more offensive -- which is where I begin to shine. I managed to slap "DTF" on the back of some incredibly drunk girl. I also put a "DTF" on myself, so I guess it's not all bad. The best one was probably on "Yuma". She seemed overly "generous" and like a train might be leaving the station that night. So I wrote "3:10 to Yuma" on a sticker and Chris B from Beasts of Eden applied it courageously. Not sure who she stumbled home with that night.

"Yuma" with the name tag she earned on her back... and "green light go!" on her ass

But the night didn't end there... I was in it for the long haul. You know, when I try to have so much fun that I miss my flight. My buddies in Cabo were having an "after party" the last night that we were in town. That meant that once Nowhere Bar closed, they had some booze and a DJ set up in another place in that plaza. It was pretty fun, very loud, and filled with people wayyy more fucked up than I was. I saw our favorite security guard from last year at the party. You know, the guy who looked like Manny from Scarface. He updated his style and didn't have the strong mustache or slick hair anymore and decided to rock a trench coat that made me think he had 2-3 guns on him. On the last night, I did see him at the "after party" going nuts on the dance floor. I was there for maybe an hour. As I was leaving, a handful of local girls and two amazing Argentinian girls took their shirts off. I was sad.

I picked up a few awesome souvenirs. The first item I picked up in a souvenir shop. I had been eyeing them since the first week. They were sweet mexican blankets in a poncho style with NFL logos. I got a Giants one for myself and a Titans one for my brother. Apparently, it's not worth producing unlicensed Detroit Lions merchandise. The other cool thing I got was an official Mexican police hat. Unfortunately, it's a "baseball cap" and not a sombrero or anything like that. But hey, add those to my Cabo San Lucas turtle necklace and I'm almost an Official Mexican.

The New York Giants poncho and Mexican police hat modeled by Official Chris Duncan... jealous?

So I'm back in New York and it's not warm. I won't be this tan again for at least a year. Shit. In the coming weeks, we'll be unveiling some new features at OCD with the help of some of my buddies. Stay tuned.

Matt Leinart "Facing Scrutiny"

Not sure if you heard, but ex-golden boy Matt Leinart is facing scrutiny this week. You'd think that this "scrutiny" would relate to his shitty quarterbacking skills. However, people are actually concerned that he's been inviting college girls over to his house to utilize his beer bong. Classy. This is the same Matt Leinart who has a child with a USC basketball player. I didn't put the pictures up because MSN just ripped them from some asshole who tags other peoples' pictures without giving credit... but here's the article.

I personally find it more offensive for an NFL quarterback to hang out with ugly girls. Why doesn't Brady Quinn have a hotter girlfriend? That bastard should be facing scrutiny for that shit. OCD is now taking bets on whether Leinart cracks an 85 QB rating for a season before Brady Quinn or Aaron Rogers is out of the league. Any takers?

Big Time Actor Kiefer Sutherland Getting Hot Dogs at Grays Papaya

Big Time Actor Kiefer Sutherland Getting Hot Dogs at Grays Papaya
Originally uploaded by officialchrisduncan.com

Awesome picture by my buddy Alex. Kiefer Sutherland at 2AM after a night on the town (drinking) stopping by the local hot dog joint for a snack. Allegedly he was with a pretty woman who allegedly did not want to be photographed. Who cares... it's Jack Bauer.

Thumbs up to Kiefer for the grizzle. Props to Alex for the 'stache.