As someone who isn't particularly a wizard with money, I maybe shouldn't criticize the boyz of Buzzin' for managing to screw the cash pooch two weeks in a row. But I just can't help myself.
This week, Warren loses and envelope filled with $5000. We've all done that before, right?!
We join the boyz at the album cover photo shoot for Shwayze's much-discussed debut release.
Just kidding. This is a commercial on MTV.com advertising Buzzin's omnipresent sponsor, the Pontiac Vibe. Did you know this show was almost called Vibbin'? Ok, kidding again. I'm just HILARIOUS today.
Here they are at the real photo shoot.
FASHIONABLE MALES
Cisco and Shwayze are naturals in front of the camera, and the models lounging at their feet no doubt add to their jovial energy today.
I WOULD'VE PEGGED EM FOR BREAST MEN, BUT CLEARLY I WAS WRONG
While they're busy flashing their pearly whites and trying to suck in their itty bitty beer guts, label CEO and manager Jordan has a private talk with pretend-manager Warren. Jordan sits Warren down in his car and tells him to make sure that he attends to all of the important road manager aspects of the gruesome twosome's next gig in San Diego. He needs to communicate with the vendors, handle any problems, and ensure the whole event runs smoothly. Basically, Jordan's asking the boy to do his job, for once.
"Can you cover this?" Jordan asks.
"Can a one legged duck swim in circles?" Warren replies.
CAN I HAVE YOU KILLED?
Yep. He's in good hands with this one.
Feeling all puffed up and proud that Papa Jordan expressed a base level of confidence in him, Warren heads into their San Diego journey. The boyz are in the car driving to their gig, and Warren's in the back seat being bossy and super serious.
THESE ARE MY SERIOUS SUNGLASSES
But the boyz know better than to believe Warren's turned over a new leaf. And so they mock him. "We have to be all serious now. No smiling."
When they arrive in San Diego, their first order of business is to meet/take tequila shots with their show's promotor, a bald man in a tiny hat.
SO WE GOT A WISEGUY, EH? LISTEN, KID. I'M THE BADDEST OF THE BAD, SEE?
Actually, the whole meeting seems like a dumb hat convention.
THE WINNER IS TINY HAT
Once sufficiently buzzed (hey, is that why the show's called Buzzin'?) they discuss the nature of their scheduled performance. There will be lots of girls and not a lot of clothing. The end. Oh, and they're getting paid $5000 cash for their efforts. Tiny Hat hands over the fat envelope of bills to Shwayze, who passes it off to Big Boy Manager Warren for safe keeping.
DON'T WORRY, I WON'T LOSE THIS IN THE NEXT 10 MINUTES
Finished with the meeting, the boyz head over to the beach. And the mystery gaggle of hussies that appeared at the bar seem to have followed them to their second destination.
TEE HEE
And then they head over to Wave House, the waterpark where they'll be performing later on. The hussies follow them there too.
WE'RE GONNA BE ON TV, RIGHT?
After splashing around in the kiddy pool, it's finally time to go to their hotel and rest up before their radio interview.
BRING THE HUSSIES WITH US
Back in their fancy playah's suite, Cisco and Shwayze make with the hot tub action, while someone had the brilliant idea to give the hussies lollipops to suck on. Keep em busy!
Warren ducks into this bedroom to check on his money envelope. He digs around in his pockets. His face gets a little twisted. And then he realizes he's lost it.
SO I AM USELESS
But before he starts to fret that he wasn't able to carry out his one important manager task of the weekend, Warren tries to lay the blame on everyone else. He asks Cisco if he has the money. "Um, no. We gave it to you." Then he tries a different tactic when he asks Shwayze. "Hey, what'd you do with the money I gave you?" But you can't fool Shwayze that easily. "We gave it to you, dude."
The gang launches into a full out search party, tearing the room apart looking for the envelope of money. Even the hussies are helping out. But there is no dough to be found. Which means Warren's going to have to take it to the streets and hunt it down.
He brings the towel-clad hussies for some back up.
AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, WE'LL LOOK FOR YOUR BIKINIS TOO
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Comments (1)
Man, I'm going to have to get me some stringy long hair and a hobolicious goatee, then find a black sidekick who looks suspiciously like JJ from Good Times....
'cause when we play a gig, we get 250 bucks for three full sets...and there's six of us in the band...
1 of 1 | Posted by itchy | Posted on August 13, 2008 5:12 PM