The heartwarming story unraveled hours after a manager at the Park Avenue Health & Wellness Center in Pomona told reporters the staffer was a newly-minted millionaire.
David Levy, the nursing home’s administrator, said the facility was abuzz Wednesday night after the woman received a call from her son saying she was the winner.
Pranks in general are kind of an out dated move. When ‘Punk’d’ was popular it was fun to watch celebrities get pranked and then freak out, but this one is just downright mean. It’s especially mean because the pranker is the one person this woman probably trusts more than anyone, her no good son. I’m more upset with people still pranking other people in the year 2016 than I am the actual terribleness of this story, but imagine being this poor woman. She works at a nursing home dealing with old people shitting themselves all day, and then out of the blue her loving son calls her to tell her she’s going to be a millionaire and will never have to work a day in her life. Suddenly all that hard work was worth it, and she’s rewarded for a lifetime of giving. And then BOOM. Pranked. By her SON. Safe to say this lady is not going to have a fun weekend.
With all the insanity happening in Baltimore, video emerged of what has been labeled a mother smacking the shit out of her soon for joining in on the riots. It’s good to see a mother trying to talk some sense into her son, but at this point, I can’t imagine this is how the majority of people feel. Whether you support the cops or the community, rioting and burning down buildings is obviously never the answer. But at this point, what is the answer? How many times can people see someone get killed by the police before they snap? This video is a glimmer of hope in an otherwise really awful situation, and if the police killings keep happening, I don’t expect it to stop. The most worrying part about all of this is the lack of leadership from the people elected to keep the community safe. I knew politicians were useless, but when things like this happen, it really makes you wonder what the people in charge are made of. Right now, they’re failing in every possible way.
Courtside seats to the Lakers on Christmas day. No big deal. Probably fooled around with a couple of the Lakers cheerleaders too just for kicks. Jack Nicholson has owned Hollywood forever, and there’s not a chance in hell that his son isn’t riding his coattails everywhere he goes. He’d be stupid not to. You can get into any place you want. Have any girl you want. Sit courtside at the Lakers and go to every awards show. Jack Nicholson’s son has skyrocketed up my list of people I’d love to be. I can only picture two drawbacks. 1. Dad steals every girlfriend you’ve ever had and 2. you have a lame name. I expected Jack Nicholson to come up with a better name than ‘Raymond’ for his son. I would’ve went with Lightning or Iceman. Definitely major drawbacks, but the pros outweigh the cons.
P.S. Don’t ever say Jack Nicholson isn’t festive.
H/T – Dailymail
A spokesperson for Winslet confirmed the name to People Magazine.
According to the Daily Mail, Rocknroll’s original surname was on Bear’s birth certificate (Ned Abel Smith), but the Virgin Galactic employee changed it back to Rocknroll. Because NAMES.
(Source) His name is Gabe Day. And, as this young rapper defiantly tells us, it’s not Gabe Day-Lewis, because if you call him that, he’ll “Gabe Day Lose It.” If you haven’t figured it out yet, Gabe is actually the son of Oscar-winning actor Daniel Day-Lewis.
One of the funniest aspects of the Gabe Day persona is the fact that this profanity spewing, aspiring Nas protégé is an undergraduate at Sarah Lawrence College. Sarah Lawrence is a small liberal arts college in New York; it was also originally founded as an all-female institution. We hope that Sarah Lawrence’s dope girl/ boy ratio is worth the $60,000 dollars a year that’s being forked over so Gabe can embrace his musical talent and pursue his major in waking and baking.
Thanksgiving dinner is going to awkward at the Lewis house this year. I can sense Daniel Day Lewis’s disappointment from here, because nobody takes acting more serious than Daniel Day Lewis. Nobody. And I guarantee he wanted his son to become an actor. Probably trained him to become a method actor as a kid. While most kids went out and played basketball on the weekend, Gabe Day was trying to perfect his Brando in The Godfather. So naturally he grew up to be a rapper. I don’t know how great of an artist he is, but his rapper name is awful. Gabe Day? So you took your given name and dropped Lewis. Got it. Plus it sounds really similar to game day or gay day, and I can’t imagine that being a good thing for a rapper. His name might suck, but the kid has “the look”. Grey long sleeve shirt and a backwards hat? That’s as hardcore gangster as it gets.
I like to consider myself a connoisseur, a connoisseur of the adult video variety, if you will. This story is so hot on the webternet right now, it’s melting my screen (not at work). It’s about these two broads, WHO HAPPEN TO BE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER, looking for a father son duo to star with them in their next scene. Now, I’ve never laid my eyes on these two in action before, but from an amateur standpoint, they got some potential. I mean they’re no Amia Miley or Lisa Ann, but they’ve got potential.
Regardless if they find their prince charmings or not, I, in quite a disturbing fashion, thought, “hm, I wonder if me and my old man threw out hats into the ring here”. Now, to give you some background, I’m close to 6′ tall, 185 lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal, my dad is about 5′-9′, 300 lbs of corned beef and crooked teeth. I’ve thought I may be a product of a mail man, but he and I aren’t, how you say, the same color. But that’s neither here nor there. If me and the white rhino got together with these two lovely ladies, there is no doubt in my mind we would put on a show that would make Scott Nails and Johnny Sins look a couple of chumps. What we lack in size and endurance will be made up for ten fold with showmanship and charisma.
However, the big guy is spoken for and we come as a package (get it) deal. I forgot to mention they go by the stage name of Sexxxton, pretty clever. You can call us the Bern-Ohhhs. Drink it in.