So, after about 45 minutes of watching Charlie Sheen’s highly anticipated "Sheen's-Korner," (spelled with a "K" because it's Charlie Sheen and he has the mind of a Warlock and is blood is infused with #tigerblood, plus he’s cool) we here at Fire Hospital had to shut it down.
It got a few laughs out of us early on, what with the farting nosies, Charlie's sippy cup of moonshine, and the premise of a “webcam in his solution chamber” setting, but once it got rolling, he quickly became the moronic captain on his very own Failboat of Disaster.
We started a #winning counter and in the 45 minutes of crap, we counted 53 #winning's. And those were the audible and recognizable ones, who knows how many he uttered amongst the oft-spewed jibberish.
His segment of #winner stories began with something about a Boy Scout, was followed by story about an American bald eagle flying into a window, and finished with a tale of some guy (who he couldn't even pick out of the picture he showed) who survived after getting 90 minutes of CPR. After that he had a "weigh-in with some random guy” bit consisting of some loser in his entourage standing in a corner giving no useful information about anything. Charlie then started talking about some Josie Dimples chick for about 10 minutes, what the point was, no idea... this was really the prevailing theme of the whole show. He mentioned Colin Farrell and Nancy Grace at some point, and again, what his point was, we’re not sure. Aside from the “weigh-in” douchebag, Sheen had 2 others riding along with him for this trainwreck: the "sound guy" sitting in the corner with his Mac and Wal-Mart headphones controlling the fart soundboard, and one of his Goddesses "Napalm" sitting on the couch being useless.
It honestly seemed like a big marketing ploy for his Tigerblood drink and his Warlock elixir in the beginning, and once he started rambling about other things he lost his audience completely. The social feed to the right of the live stream would certainly attest to that.
The stream’s viewership spiked as soon as he went live, rising faster than Gary Busey’s blood-alcohol level during a late night bender. At one point he had over 115,000 lemmings sucked in. Unfortunately, once the initial circus freak appeal had worn off, people were getting out of there faster than Mubarak left office in Cairo.
I don't even want to go on about any other details, mainly because I stopped caring. Anyone who made the mistake of watching that mess knows how ridiculous it was. Those are 45 minutes none of us will ever get back, and frankly we should all be ashamed of ourselves for having given him the time of day to spew his mindless dribble. The only thing we should take from this frankly retarded episode is that Sheen’s booger sugar dealer gets some damn good stuff.
If anyone watched beyond the 45 minute mark and something useful came up, feel free to let us know...and in the meantime check out the “Fire Hospital awkward clip of the day” on twitter (twitter.com/FireHospital)!
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