"To speculate about such a situation is ridiculous to begin with, and to suggest I would have done anything differently than the passengers on that plane was irresponsible. I deeply apologize to the families of the victims that my answer came off as insensitive, it was certainly not my intention."Mark's right. I also would have kicked some major ass on those flights. Bombs, AK-47s, box cutters, I don't care what kind of weapons they had -- wait, they didn't have spiders, did they? Eeeeeeeek!
"If I was on that plane with my kids, it wouldn't have went down like it did. 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.'"Of course Mark is leaving out the part about the terrorists threatening to blow up the plane if passengers tried anything. He's also leaving out the part about how it was simply inconceivable to passengers aboard the two early flights that crashed into the World Trade Center that the terrorists would actually crash into the World Trade Center, unlike passengers aboard Flight 93 (the "Let's Roll" flight that crashed in Pennsylvania), who were told by friends/family about the earlier doomed flights. Despite that, Mark -- all 5'7" of him -- would have kicked some terrorist ass, unlike the other pussies who just sat there and did nothing. In conclusion, fuck you Mark Wahlberg you stupid fucking asshole.
Hoping to make the leap from pop superstar to movie actor, Justin Bieber has turned to new mentor Mark Wahlberg to guide him. It makes sense, as the ex-rapper (and Calvin Klein underwear model) once known as Marky Mark certainly made the transition to respected actor, filmmaker and even one of Time magazine’s Top 100 influence-shapers.This is just what Justin needs from Mark Wahlberg -- lessons on how to act more wooden than my pants after looking at pics of Alessandra Ambrosio. If Justin really wants to become an actor, he should study with professionals that are more talented and highly-regarded than Marky Mark -- like Robert DeNiro, Al Pacino, or Dane Cook.
Halloween's tomorrow, but Mark Wahlberg and wife Rhea Durham won't let their kids have candy. They redirected their daughter, Ella, 7, and son, Michael, 4, away from the ample candy barrels at the Pottery Barn Kids Carnival in LA and toward a pumpkin-decorating station.Can you imagine trick-or-treating at the Wahlberg's house? They'd probably give out stupid crap like pencils, raisins, or something even worse -- a copy of The Happening. Trying to keep kids away from candy is like trying to keep Clay Aiken away from dicks . . . eventually they're both going to end up with their mouths full.
"Mark was working on a scene [Thursday night] where a smoke machine was being used for atmosphere and apparently he breathed in too much smoke," a source tells us. "When he woke up Friday morning he was gasping for breath so he was taken to Massachusetts General Hospital where he was put on a breathing device that helped clear his lungs."Mark was gasping for breath and unable to speak clearly? Are they sure he wasn't just rehearsing one of his scenes? I haven't seen an actor so "wooden" since last Saturday night when I downloaded Ron Jeremy's Throbin Hood.
Like a real, er, Fighter, Wahlberg was released and back at work the same day.
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