In general, I am of the mindset that watching TMZ is almost as bad as bath salts when it comes to voluntarily vanquishing one’s brain cells. However, every once in a while, their vastly annoying paparazzi stalkers capture some comedy gold.
Thanks to a tweet from @garybaseman, I found the LA Weekly’s coverage of yesterday’s Hollywood Blvd. SpongeBob Smackdown. Somewhere, John Waters is thinking of making this into a full-length feature and mourning the loss of Divine…
The LA Weekly isn’t so generous to SpongeBob’s attackers, who get referred to as “two slovenly pink-haired Boulevardgoers”. I guess if I were the dude in the SpongeBob costume, I’d be glad that Pinky #1 was wearing what appear to be animal-print leggings rather than, I dunno, spiked bondage pants or something.
You get the impression that SpongeBob was acting pervy to the Pinkies, and (see previous post re: guilty laughter) the moment when Pinky #1 puts down her pocketbook, I fully admit to a rush of adrenaline like “shit is about to get real.” But who goes and kicks a sea sponge in the crotch? It just seems kind of ridiculous, but oh right, this is LA.
This last pic via Steve Boelhouwer of the LA Times. The SpongeBob impersonator is shown in a white shirt at top left. Kinda makes your day seem normal now, huh?