I just saw another one of those World Wide Net videos that features a crap load of people spontaneously dancing with choreography in public. It’s like a real life version of Wicked or West Side Story taking place in your favorite local watering hole, being caught on camera, and posted to the Internets for everyone to gawk at. This new phenomenon is called “flash mobbing” and I’m not sure if I dig it. When something is called a flash mob, wouldn’t you at least expect to see one boob? It has “flash” right in the title! Anyway, flash mobbing is supposed to stun everyone lucky enough to be a witness and cause them to immediately start video taping the flamboyant dancing on their crappy cell phone camera. The only problem is that there are no authentic witnesses. Ninety-nine percent of the people that we think are innocent bystanders ends up popping n’ locking in perfect rhythm by the end of the production, leaving only 3 mid-westerners with fanny packs as legitimate witnesses. If you think about it, these elaborate dances are no different than a community theater production of Rent at a 4th of July parade in Wichita (I’ve officially exhausted all of my musical theater references…that I’ll publicly admit to knowing about……Les Miserbles…Joseph…Damn it!)
As of today, we have decided to officially leave the world of comedy. That’s right, The Casual Mafia has made a collective decision to stop making funny music videos and sketches and enter the lucrative world of flash mobbing. It’s really the logical next step if you think about. If you’d like to be involved in our first production, call Josh on the new official Casual Mafia Flash Mob Hotline at (800) JOSH-MAC any time between 5 a.m and 7 a.m. We are going to be at the next L.A. Rams home game and we will be doing a musical montage medley featuring songs by Motley Crue, Journey, The Beastie Boys, and The Indigo Girls. Ric will be choreographing so it will be sure to feature lots of Latin spice and sexual ambiguity. We hope you’re as excited as we are and we can’t wait to make history. No dancing experience is required to don’t be shy, call now!



Well I wanted toast GD… So… I went out, got some butter, got some bread, even bought some peanut butter and some blackberry jelly (is there any other flavor?) cause who knows what can happen when you get toast. I mean you could build a toast castle, maybe just have an awesome buttered piece of toast and enjoy a little afternoon HBO. The sky is literally the limit. That is unless the limit is your oven and it burns the crap out of your toast. I really didn’t know how long to leave it in there, and to be quite honest I forgot about it when I noticed a girl with huge cans changing in the building across the street. I smelled smoke and so I sprinted, Jackie Joyner Kersey style, to the kitchen where my glorious toast had burned. In a brash move I just reached in not thinking of the extreme temperature that comes along with burnt toast. I grabbed, screamed like a girl, threw the rock hard toast and cracked the kitchen window. All this because Paul doesn’t want a toaster. GD MF. Eventually I got some toast. Not too worry Mom, I got my toast. My Mom worries that I don’t eat enough. It’s inherent in the Italian mother. Isn’t this picture of burnt toast I found on google images sick?! That’s what I thought.
Well that’s a valid question. To which I will reply, then how will I get kicked out of bars? Now I’m off to Best Buy if anyone would like to join and watch, I said WATCH, me play DJ Hero, you can swing by. I also will be thirsty so, bring me some Fiji water, I said, FIJI WATER, to quench my thirst. I also like blue gatorade, I can’t remember if it is called arctic blast or just blue. So you can bring that too.

Poor Nicolas Cage…
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Recently Nicolas Cage, star of such amazing movies as Knowing, Ghost Rider and Bangkok Dangerous has fallen on some hard times financially.
I know it’s a tragedy. The economy is hitting everyone extremely hard these days. The extremely versatile actor best known for ability to turn even the most interesting movie lame, has had to auction off some of his possessions. It’s been said he sold his pair of African King Cobras to a zoo to complete their reptile cage. He’s put his two haunted mansions in New Orleans on the auction block hoping to cash in on the Paranormal Activity bandwagon. He sold his 500K Lamborghini back to the Shah of Iran, and even worse he’s been told he can no longer afford to keep his pet Octopus as Octopus food is getting more and more expensive each year. I’m not sure if anyone remembers, but he did find the world’s most expansive treasure collection in National Treasure. Where the F did all that money go? Nic, my good man, I know you’ll bounce back, just stop buying 300K dinosaur skulls and shrunken heads, they are creepy and won’t get you laid more often… What you should do is get a movie role that doesn’t involve the world somehow ending at the hands of an Asian Gang with nuclear capability. Come on… Matchstick Men, Leaving Las Vegas even Gone in 60 Seconds had some substance. Don’t let people tell you just cause you’re bald you have to do movies that blow. You’re better than this man. Until then, I know a guy who’s in the market for $2,000,000 worth of comic books.
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