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thefilmfatale:

The memorable chest thumping/chanting scene with Matthew McConaughey and Leonardo DiCaprio in Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street was actually based on McConaughey’s own real life pre-filming ritual. McConaughey recalls, in an interview with Rolling Stone:

"That’s one of my rituals that I do before filming. It’s a humming meditation, and when I was in the middle of it, Leo interrupted and said, ‘What is that you’re doing?’ I told him I was just preparing for the scene and immediately he was like, ‘You have to do that in the scene!’ So I said all right. Little did I know that when I saw the final cut and it actually became the baseline for our story" (x).

How did I not see that coming?

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Man, I’m enjoying this photo a bunch right now, but later, not tonight but later, I’m going to be at a grocery store.  And I’m not even going to be buying food— I’m going to buying laundry detergent or garbage bags— I’m going to be buying tolilet paper.  And then there’ll be that moment where I stop and remember that while I’m buying paper to help me wipe the butt-stuff from out my ass, so I smell less like butt, other people are living Addams Family lives filled with all kinds of Halloween glamour— scaring kids, taunting horses, attending waltzes inside exclusive mausoleums, just living it up all kinds of weird. That’s a moment that’s going to happen that I have to be ready for.  That’s in my future.  That and waking up in the middle of the night and seeing these two standing at the foot of my bed, laughing and laughing, and there’s a grisly green light coming from below them lighting them from below and Roy Orbison’s “In Dreams" is playing from somewhere that’s both far away and close by.  That probably in my future, too— safe bet.

Man, I’m enjoying this photo a bunch right now, but later, not tonight but later, I’m going to be at a grocery store.  And I’m not even going to be buying food— I’m going to buying laundry detergent or garbage bags— I’m going to be buying tolilet paper.  And then there’ll be that moment where I stop and remember that while I’m buying paper to help me wipe the butt-stuff from out my ass, so I smell less like butt, other people are living Addams Family lives filled with all kinds of Halloween glamour— scaring kids, taunting horses, attending waltzes inside exclusive mausoleums, just living it up all kinds of weird. That’s a moment that’s going to happen that I have to be ready for.  That’s in my future.  That and waking up in the middle of the night and seeing these two standing at the foot of my bed, laughing and laughing, and there’s a grisly green light coming from below them lighting them from below and Roy Orbison’s “In Dreams" is playing from somewhere that’s both far away and close by.  That probably in my future, too— safe bet.

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Photo of George Bush Sr. at the Houston airport. Remember that time George Bush Sr. King-fu chopped those air-hooligans off his zeppelin and got right back to bringing the light of reason to underprivileged kids? “The only thing more powerful than the martial art I invented that I call King-fu is books, minority children,” George Bush Sr. yelled as he parachuted off Zeppelin One, and if he was crying that day, as the poets said he was, well, no one could see behind his rad aviator glasses to tell if it was true. Pretty sure that was what the sculptor was thinking about when he made this, at least…

Photo of George Bush Sr. at the Houston airport. Remember that time George Bush Sr. King-fu chopped those air-hooligans off his zeppelin and got right back to bringing the light of reason to underprivileged kids? “The only thing more powerful than the martial art I invented that I call King-fu is books, minority children,” George Bush Sr. yelled as he parachuted off Zeppelin One, and if he was crying that day, as the poets said he was, well, no one could see behind his rad aviator glasses to tell if it was true. Pretty sure that was what the sculptor was thinking about when he made this, at least…

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My friend’s cousin dated Derek Jeter for a while and had keys to his apartment. According to the story she entered one day to find him butt ass naked on his couch watching highlights of himself and bumping his chest with his fist saying ‘YEAH JEETS, YEAH JEETS.’"

“omg unless you’re my friend from college or someone who knew him this is crazy, because i have heard a very similar story involving Jeter naked, watching highlights, saying yeah jeets.”

“I actually kinda believe this. Only because one of my friends claims he knew a girl that went back to Derek Jeter’s place one night and proceeded to go down on him. As she performed, Jeter put his hand on her head and said “Yeah Jeets, yeah Jeets,” as she kept going. I believe it was a soft “yeah Jeets” as opposed to a screaming bumping “YEAH JEETS.” But it’s close enough. I never knew if it was true, but if someone unrelated has another “Yeah Jeets” story, it is gaining some validity to me.
Emily Yoshida covers the Reddit “Groupies Tell Their Stories" thread that I lost 2 hours to last night, for Grantland.

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