Okay, look, I realize Steven Seagal isn't exactly Stanislowski's idea of the quintessential actor, but how about we start with the basics and teach the guy to walk like a normal human being? Watching him, I'd guess that he bought his jeans two sizes too small and the crotch stitching is starting to pierce the casing on one of his testicles. Or perhaps a small rodent in there has mistaken his balls for nuts and is desperately trying to bury them somewhere? Seagal can't figure out which pose to strike: incredibly hip '70s black man, or Frankenstein.
Seagal plays Orin Boyd, a rogue Detroit cop who pisses his superiors off one too many times and gets transferred to the feared 15th precinct where the cops are so tough, they taser each other to see how much voltage they can take. Which brings up a story: A friend of mine who's into guns and tasers and that sort of thing was browsing tasers and asked the clerk, "How can I be sure the taser works?" to which the clerk replied, "You can shoot my boss with it, but I'll get fired. Rest assured, it works." As the clerk turned his back, my friend (I'm using the term "friend" loosely) shot himself in the thigh with the taser to verify its operating condition. To make a long story short, every muscle in his body, but most painfully his thigh, seized up and he fell to the ground and stayed that way for two weeks. The clerk put a sign on him that said, "This is what happens when you test the taser on yourself."

I don't care how tough Steven Seagal thinks he is -- when you put 100,000 volts into your body, you go down. You don't stand there and go "ugh" and take it like some guy is slugging you in the stomach. You fall down and cry like a little girl. If you're Steven Seagal, you probably suck your thumb too. And drop a load in your pants, which could explain the way you walk. Anyway, this is sort of representative of the role logic plays in "Exit Wounds." Summary: none. Boyd investigates police corruption in the precinct and gets hot on the trail of DMX, who is so obviously not a villain that when this fact was actually "revealed" in the theater, a comatose grandmother in the front row momentarily came to life and screamed, "No shit!"

Seagal and DMX team up to bring down the corrupt cops. In an apparent effort to find a foil bad enough to make him look good by comparison, Seagal plays some scenes opposite Tom Arnold, whose character is a TV talk show host attending anger management classes along with Steven. Arnold proves to be an even worse actor than Seagal, so imagine the pain induced by watching them interact with each other -- it's like watching a boxing match between two guys with no arms. Ironically, I'm pretty sure those same two guys wrote the script.

It's been 2 days since I last had a smoke, and I can already feel the psycosis disperse, I feel like I could run a marathon - if said marathon was 2 laps of my front garden, actually its fucking depressing, all I want to do is smoke a big fat blunt of weed and the reason i'm not isn't because I don't want to (i wish i had that strong a will) it's mainly due to the fact that drug dealers, well good ones anyway, are extremely rare, I reckon in another 3-4 days I could be in such a state I might be willing to give a handjob for a score bag.

But praise be to God and Satan, for with their strength i shall overcome this horrendous addiction or maybe hit upon some sort of 'smuggling operation masterplan' - maybe using disabled's as couriers, i mean what sort of cold hearted bastard of a customs officer would search a disabled, in fact thats fecking genius, and i'm not going to elaborate on what sort of disbaleds will be used as I don't wanna give the whole game away.

If anyone knows of any reliable go-to-guys then don't be afraid to let me know, plus if anyone has any disableds they can lend me drop me a line on 1-800-SICKO-FUCK-SCUMBAG, that number again is 1-800-SICKO-FUCK-SCUMBAG.

Brendan's life is swamped in stories and anecdotes-both true and fictional. For those who criticised his drinking he exclaimed: "Where I came from, to get enough to eat was an achievement. To get enough to get drunk was a victory."

To accusations that the IRA court-martialled him: "Yes, I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence. So I said 'go ahead and shoot me. ..in my absence!'"

Another occasion saw him enter a priest's house, badly shaking with alcohol withdrawal and gasping for a "cure". The priest provided him with a little whiskey in a glass, exhorting that providing him with it was like "tapping a nail into your coffin". Behan reportedly looked at the meagre amount and said: "You wouldn't mind giving the nail another tap would you father?"

Behan was perhaps the most famous Irish writer of his time, and was once hired to write an advertising slogan for Guinness. As part of his payment for this, the company offered him half a dozen kegs of their stout. After a month the company asked Behan what he had come up with; Behan had already managed to drink all of the beer they had given him and produced the slogan Guinness Makes You Drunk. Erroneously, he is also sometimes credited with "Guinness is Good for You", which was actually written by Dorothy L. Sayers.