Well, everyone is doing it so I was as well indulge. Time for a little Saturday afternoon Schadenfreude. Last night, this happened and, yes, it's very, very funny. I guess this routine traffic stop explains those perpetual Droopy Dog eyes of his. *sniff* They grow up so fast, don't they?

Still, a small bag of marijuana and few prescription pills is pretty weak in comparison to the coke-snorting heydays of Corey Feldman and, uh, the other Corey. Since Mac's comeback floundered with the low box office receipts of Party Monster, maybe it's time to do what every other child star does when he's down and out with no place left to go.

Chris Burke did it. Jason Schwartzman did it. Dustin Diamond, and Feldman are still doing it. That's right, it's high time Macaulay Culkin started a band.

But what to call it? Mac & Me? The Macaulay Culkin Truth Movement? John Cougar Hughes Concentration Camp? The I Threw Bricks at Joe Pesci's Head and All He Did Was Mumble and Shake His Fist-ers?

Or maybe he should hook up with one of the others. Diamond's band could probably use a wildman drummer with a healthy appetite for Xanex. I just hope someone has the good sense to grab a camera when Mac, after downing five gallons of peach-flavored Schnapps, starts tossing furniture into a hotel pool.