Mark Mark has been busy lifting the Funky Bunch it seems...as well as syringes filled to the brim with anabolic steroids. I have to admit, Mark Walberg always makes pretty good movies, but that's about as far as I can stretch the compliments. He couldn't be more douchey if he tried. He seems like the ultimate Hollyweird sawed-off leading man...5'7" with a meathead complex, awesome, you're hired. First, he develops Entourage on his "alleged" career in Hollywood, which might I add, is like the man's equivalent of Sex in the City, or as others know it, The Douchebag Handbook. Entourage is basically like The Jersey Shore West. If all of those things don't make you sick enough, he makes these comments about the victims of 911 and how had he been on board one of those planes, he would've saved the day with his make believe martial arts/boxing skills and his raw back acne power:
"If I was on that plane with my kids, it wouldn’t have went down like it did," he tells the magazine. "There would have been a lot of blood in that first-class cabin and then me saying, 'OK, we’re going to land somewhere safely, don’t worry.'"
And by blood in first class, he means the blood in his stool from pooping his pants.
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