Thighs Wide Shut Thighs Wide Shut

Friday, August 25

Nancy Walker,
Texas Ranger Ranger
High Voltron










GO TOM WELLINGTON!
who helped on a couple above
and who people cant stop seaching for in the nude

Thursday, August 24

Eight Is Enough

Peace The Fork Out
to the
Planetary Status
of
Planet X
aka
Pluto

1930 - 2006

So which planet deserves the right to join our solar system (sum mite say, bestest solar system mt everest!!) and complete this johnny mnemonic sentence: My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine ______?

of the Apes
Black, which many fear
Animal
Dust, which must be exited
Klendathu
Phantom
Forbidden
The Daily
Terry
K-PAX
Tatooine
Dantooine
Rigel 4/7
Tralfamadore
Hollywood
Hype

'Pluto' by Björk [d]

headline so good that I stoles it from USA Today

One Eyed Faps

Starting Five

Mädchen Amick


Sheryl Lee


Peggy Lipton


Lara Flynn Boyle


Sherilyn Fenn


Second String

Piper Laurie


Joan Chen


Heather Graham


Alicia Witt

again!)

The Log Lady's Log

Wednesday, August 23

Picture As A Pretty

The Quiet
Coming Thru (My Pants) Loud And Clear
Trailer

There are only two ways I can objectively review this movie: Han Is Lee and Len Biased. And you my lucky (reuben) drones, will be treated to both


Han Is Lee

Sexual abuse within a family never makes for the mos popcorn pleasing cinema, yet The Quiet, director Jamie Babbit's follow up to her quirky But I'm a Cheerleader, is a pleasure to watch. Me not saying that I get my kicks outta watching a father molest her daughter to the point of her wanting to kill him, but what I is saying is that all the players involved are so darn convincing that I could overlook the student-filmish feel and pacing of the entire picture. Hell, this thing had 'straight-to-video' written all over it, but since it stars the hotliest screen duo of the aughts, Cuthbest/Bellebest, and not Justin Timberlake, it has a chance to strike a chord with a wide audience. And I sure hope it does. While there's much to commend about the mannered performances of Martin Donovan, Edie Falco, and of course, one of the brightest and mos eyebrowlicious stars around, Her Eternal Royal Thighness, the real props deleon have gotta go to HRT the II, Elisha Cuthies Cuthsplurt Cuthbert. Best know for being the clueless daughter of Jack Bauer, who has been chased by everything from bears to Johnny Chase, and for her mad blue-balling of audiences everywhere in The Girl Next Door, Ms Cuthbert really hasn't had a chance to show her true talents, outside of those who've seen Lucky Girl/My Daughter's Secret Life (I'm spanking in yer direction BlogFather). As the abused and damaged gooded daughter in The Quiet, Cuthie goes the extra mile here and truly has earned the right to be called something a lil more important than a fine piece of a$$. If I'm not mistaken, I believe the industry calls such a thing an 'actress'.


Len Biased

Dude, Barbara Fiorentino and Rebecca Mangieri should not only receive honorary Oscars, but the key to every Scottish city that has a loch (get it?), a parade across the entire surface of Mars complete with Shriner escorts, and the right to take a dump in any men's bathroom they please. Why? Well, as casting directors for The Quiet, one can only a$$ zoom that these two were responsible for the mos splooge-tastic screen pairing since a bottle of champagne met with Denise Richards' bosoms [NSFW, duhvs]: Cuthlisha Bellmilla. OH MAI FORKING LORD O MIGHTY MOUSE! Even though the two don't lick each other, share a bath, help each other shower, help each other shave, help each other apply lotion, Cool-Whip, or WD-40 to their respective bodies, the screen sizzles whenever the two occupy the same frame. There was one shot in pardickular where the two are lying on a bed together, fully clothed, and I turned to Tom Wellington, the greatest living actor and Pat O'Brien remixer in the world, and said, 'this is what heaven looks like.' Juss think of it as the ultimate tease. While there's so much dark matter being displayed on the screen, the viewer/splooger is left to create his (no 'her' here, unless 'her' licksalottapuss) own light splatter when they get home from the theater. While some may see that as a disappointment, you gotta give these young girls credit for keeping their clothes on. Cause once they head down the nekkid road, there's no mystery left and therefore no man needs to see a movie with them in it ever again. And to make yer splatters wurst, the only yammy yams one gets to see belong to Edie Falco. I haven't seen such sloppy jalopies like dat since Edith Wharton took her top off at that Who concert! Did I mention that when Cuthbust is not being molested by her father (and if you were her father, wouldn't you...) she's probably wearing a cheerleading outfit? You can't spell 'actress' without 'ass', as in piece of. YOWZAAAAAAAA!!!


Recommended for those who like: Bobby Drake, James Bowie High School, and Deepak Chopra Winfrey

Possible Porno Name: Quite The Tit

Unsatisfied with this? Netflix The Woodsman [Review | Trailer]

Apt MPupil3: 'Quiet' by The Smashing Pumpkins [d]

IMDb Sweeney: I'm all aboard the Babbit train, hispecially if she keeps lining up the hotties. Her next pic, Itty Bitty Titty Committee, stars the Diet Coke-Starry Eyed Sirprize beaut Nicole Vicius (see bottom of posting)

Han Is Lee John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict): Jeepers Worth A Peepers

Len Biased John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict): dude, do u even have to ask? Four Breasts In Show

The Quiet opens in NYC/LA this Friday
& st elsewhere st whenever

until next time the balcony is clothed...

..and hopefully next time Camish Cuthbelle will be nekkid

Tuesday, August 22

If Your Hand Is As Big As
Your Face You Have Cancer


who knew that the Shelden Williams' nerve tonic addiction not only inflated his head, but his hands? [NBA/Blurer]

Lucas on Indy 4: 'We're basically going to do 'The Phantom Menace.' Hide the woman and children and droids!!!

take a leak on these Transformer leaked snaps!! [Pakula Shaker]

Lily Allen, meet North America

Netflix is one of the ten largest users of first-class mail in America. Find out how it all works, with this brief, but in-depth report from a Netflix warehouse located in my MD hometown [Stephen Hacking]

the thumbpossible has become possible? spanks to Laing Sack of Sh&t and his Hawaiian vacation, Mauna Loa's Milk Chocolate Toffee Macadamias have temporarily replaced Dutch Stroopwafles as my exotic treat that can't be beat! Will Terrell Owens's Exotic Popcorn Getcha Popcorn Ready be the next champ of my chompers?

I wonder how the strip steak was at the inaugural World Strip Poker Championship. Maybe they can hold the event next year in the Gaza Strip. Exiting corny jokes.... NOW!

qwik Tribe Called Quest 'What' riff: What heights are wuthering without Charlotte Bronte? What is a Gremlins flick without Joe Dante?

America's Best Colleges 2007. Bovine University, still unranked

unphotochop twosday: The Jack White House [Veeeeeg]

Goldenfiddle's Daily Double Genius Species: A Man Should Look Out After His Family AND Tagged

the only people who don't think that the name 'Redskins' isn't racist? Redskins fans, and gawd bless em. But if a compromise had to be made, I says call em juss the Skins, as in red potato skins, and ditch the proud Injun on the helmet and replace it with the spear, or at least this picture of Shitney Spears from the Teen Choice Awards

peace the fork out Joe 'Guns n' Rosenthal, who may have taken the single mos iconic photo of balls thyme. And a belated p.t.f.o. to Esther L. Snyder, who co-founded In-N-Out Burger, and in turn, the stoopidest thing I've ever heard of: a secret menu

[AS220]

Scottish actors are no longer permitted to smoke on stage or on a film set. Wales (the next Hollywood) may follow suit. Luckily Beetlejuice's Juno never lived to see this day. By the gay, czech out how fly Juno (Sylvia Sidney) was as a young(er) actress

South of the Border Simpsons... AYE CARUMBA! [Monkey Boy]

Poll: Jews want to date Portman, Ali G

Poll: Jews have predictable taste, hate bacon, but secretly love it

I cunt bee leave Ahmadinejad gave You, Me, and Dupree such a glowing review!

Are cats tails an involuntary or voluntary movement?

don't bother clickin, cause u can get the answer from yer mom who's carpet I juss got dunn shaving: How Kissing Works [Mod Squad]

the least scariest game based on one of the more scarier movies: The Freddy Game

Are two heads better than getting head?

NYC, Lego stizz [Data Who Dat?]

Portraits of Current World Leaders

the largest s'more ever [Super Thighs Me]

Onion Booty [kinda NSFW]

Man Not Found, Dog

and if there were ever a time to pant over panties...


Monday, August 21

Baby Did A Gr8 Gr8 Thang

Chris Isaak
Beacon Theater
Aug 17th, 2006

In the history of man, there are only three that I'd go 400% gay for, no preguntas asked: Jude Law, Damon Albarn, and Alexander the Grape (green helmets really turn me on for some reason). Whoops, I omitted someone. Someone very special. No, not Chris Burke, but the dude who hasn't aged a day over 31 and who's perfect singing voice could probably make any female's pelvic region gush more than the falls that the car goes over in Romancing The Stone at the drop of a hat...tie mcdaniel's oscar, being dropped! It's the dude who's song I hearded and hearted in the fantaboulous David Lynch film, which was lucky enuff to be sangwhiched between Blue Velvet and Twin Peaks, Wild At Heart. Spunkily for us all, the Lynch directed film helped said song and said dude find a wider audience, but happarently the Lynch directed music video was not jib cutting enuff, so Herb Ritts went out and created a 2.69 versh that when dropped in the Feb of the '91 on an un-suck-specting world instantly scratch-offedly become the sexiest music video of BALLS THYME


Dearest Chris, Helena, & Herb±,

Thanks for taking part in the mos JOing-iest music video of all time. Like those stoopid women who never realized men didn't want to bang them until they read He's Just Not That Into You, it never dawned on me that I wanted to nail super hot topless chicks with crazy dark eye make-up on black & white beaches while cumulonimbus clouds that not even Bob Ross could wet dream up float at the speed of Speed Racer using the eraser at the bottom of a number 1 pencil until I was 14 years of age and I made dirty to the beautiful images Adam Curry was pumping into my rent's living room. How can I ever repay you? Besides ceasing and desisting from sending this same eggzact letter to you each and every day?

K.I.T. (keep in touch!)

Xoxoxoxo,

Thigh Maestro

wait, what the fork were we blathering blatherskiting about? Oh yeah, how much we'd totally bone Chris Isaak, even if he force-fed us microwaved tunafish covered in microwaved gefilte fish. We've felt this way ever since the '91, but to be honest, the man hasn't been much on our radar o'reilly screens since our copy of Baja Sessions arrived in the mail spanks to my 818th account under an assumed name at BMG Music Service. Spank the lord then that CI was still on my list of muss see performers before they or I perish (alongside such luminaries as Neil Diamond and ABBA, but not such luminaries as Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan) cause otherwise he may have completely been Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minded out of my mind for all eternaltality (besides the off chance of catching Fire Walk With Me, Married To The Mob, The Silence of the Lambs, or Little Buddha on the telly)


I was a bit skeptical at first when Chrissy came out on stage (probably juss the bad acid flashbacks I get from time to time of the Huey Lewis & The News Bowery Ballroom show I saw where they started off playing 10 new songs that no one wanted to hear... hispecially the dude who kept screaming 'GHOSTBUSTERS!'), but I was easily put at ease like Eazy-E eating Easy Cheese at Chuck E Cheese's after a few songs in when Chris himself climbed 2 flights of stairs to visit us peons in the cheap seats (btw, probably the bestest 30 clams I spent on balcony seats mt everest)! And from dat point on my pelvic area began to gush along with all the other ladies' cause Isaak's croontastic voice was crisper and clearer than Coco Crisp heartily enjoyin a bowl of Cookie Crisp soaked in Crystal Pepsi. He so rocks. He so rules. He so fine he blew my mind. He has the so bestest hair. The so bestest complexion. I bet he drives a hot car. I bet he gets hot carls in that hot car in the drive-thru window at Carl's Jr. Did I mention that in the encore that he wore a mirrorball suit? You can't get much kooler and the ganger than that! If it did, I'd probably have to cut off my johnson and send it to him in the mail

set list (+ mo from the Leg Humpinidness of the Knobbery)
* Lonely With a Broken Heart
* Let's Have a Party
* Let Me Down Easy
* Speak of the Devil
* Dancin'
* Somebody's Crying
* Wicked Game
* Go Walking Down There
* King Without a Castle
* One Day
* Want You To Want Me (Cheap Trick cover)
* Here I Stand
* Two Hearts
* Except the New Girl¥
* Graduation Day
* Can't Do a Thing to Stop Me
* I Love You Too Much
* Only the Lonely (Roy Orbison cover)
* Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing
* Don't Be Cruel (Elvis cover)
* Gone Ridin'
Encore
* Blue Hotel
* San Francisco Days
* Bonnie Bee
* Blue Spanish Skies
If you read this far and don't give two Massive-two-shits about the Isaak, I implore you to investigate one of the more underrated artists of the past 20 years. Start with the obvious (Heart Shaped World), knock out his bestest nextus (San Francisco Days), and then get yer own pelvic region flowin with another goodie but not so oldie (Forever Blue). Truss the man and you'll be as right as Rain Pryor

Nobody loves no-one
unless of corpse
yer the effin TM
and you totally want to bone Chris Isaak

this posting was not sponsored in part by Kathleen Turner Overdrive

±even though Herb peaced the fork 4 years ago, I still send his estate a letter per day

¥I always thought he was saying 'Accept The Nude Girl' [d fo yo self and never listen to it again the same 4eva]