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Skins Season Three, Episode 6: Naomi [trailer]

Besides a bit of the olde Ass2Ass, Freddie’s ep hasn’t eggzactly lingered in our minds. Luckily Naomi’s turn has. Why?

two wet girls sit by a campfire, shotgunnin a joint, followed by heavy necking & petting & other fun stuff

FRICKKIN AWESUM!!

yeah, and it was all filmed with absolute care & classs
(this bike ride is so precious)
and no show of a$$
but(t) again with the undressing wedgie!

oh Ems!!!!

but that aint all folks
cause pure bestness doesn’t hinge only on
women doing each other!

S3:E6 also broughts
– the fear and the self-loathing of the bearded Irish teacher
– the pomp and circumstance of Cook Guevara’s campaign
– Cookie netting another one of our lady friends
– hand holding and crying thru a doggie door
– more sweet girl with girl stuff
– did we mention wet girls?
(don’t fret ladies, there was a bit of man-a$ in the ep)

OK kiddies, time once again evigan to play the game that no one’s been talking about:

This Week In Fitch/Prescott Twins Action Jackson Award

so, who?

Katie/Megan, whose funbags (and the rest of her fly self for that matter) got ZERO close-up action. ZER-O!?!???!?

in an episode where her closeted twin sister tears off the closet doors!!! don’t you think if that happened to your twin sister that you’d at least make a facial expression worthy of a single close-up????

therefore
and therefive
this is
NO CONTEST!!!

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Emily/Kathryn♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

esp since it’s the first time we’ve seen her smile
and it’s a smile for miles!

+ these other assorted adorablenessness

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Hyde & Seek

it was the best of times, it was the breast of times. OK, so there weren’t a lot of breasts to be had and fondled on our most recent trip to the ye Olde Country (didn’t happen on the last one 4 years ago neither), but that didn’t stop us from partying like a cockstar and a rockstar and a rollstar, and fulfilling our wildest wet dreams of visiting some of Kubrick’s choice Clockwork locales, and the whole reason why this trip slap-happened in the first place…

Blur
Hyde Park
July 2nd


dat’s right folks. Damon, Alex, Dave and Graham, back together again, like they always should be (all dough we didn’t so mind the Gorillaz and the Good, The Bad & The Queen side projects in the interim), belting out all klissasics in the very park that inspired the song (and album) Parklife


‘She’s So High’
‘Girls & Boys’
‘Tracy Jacks’
‘There’s No Other Way’
‘Jubilee’
‘Badhead’
‘Beetlebum’
‘Out Of Time’
‘Trimm Trabb’
‘Coffee & TV’
‘Tender’
‘Country House’
‘Oily Water’
‘Chemical World’
‘Sunday Sunday’
‘Parklife’ (with Phil Daniels!!)
‘End Of A Century’
‘To The End’
‘This Is A Low’
‘Popscene’
‘Advert’
‘Song 2’
‘Death Of A Party’
‘For Tomorrow’
‘The Universal’

all we can say to that set list to end all set lists is WOW (all dough we had our own set list in mind… see the comment at 16:44… that’s 4:44pm to us and yous, when the concert was first announced back in December), cause we really can’t remember that much else since we were more wasted than an American education, but that matters little cause we danced, like on a wave of emotion, romanced. if yer looking for a more concise wrap up from an American’s point of view, peep the Snob’s review from the show on the 3rd


if only we didn’t drink so much GAYmers pear cider cause maybe our memory wouldn’ta been in such a hazy shade of summer, but irregardless, we’d never take back the 100+ high-fives we give the blokes and the birds and the bees and the bidness


no one had any idea what our shirt meant since they don’t have Mountain Dew over there (or air conditioning or Kleenex or napkins or proper beef or Hispanic people and their fine food). odd looks were probably also had for the dudes sporting the Seahawks, NY football Giants and Phoenix Suns tees + the 2 Mets and the (current ugly) Blue Jays hats

and now for some random pics from the rest of our short and not so strange trip…


sadly no pigs or other animals were harmed in the taking of this curvy pic


people think American food sucks, well try getting a good pizza anywhere outside of the US (or Italy) and then talk to us. OK, so we’ll admit that we did eat Dominos whilst there, but we didn’t trust the English pizzerias for one second. apparently the big style over there is ‘American Hot’, cause you know how all of us crazy folks over here love the combo of hot peppers & ‘roni. hactually, maybe we should cause the Dominos version was quite tasty, but sadly their idea of an XL pizza is our equivalent of a kid’s meal


our English mate was mad pissed at us when we told him that these crumpets are what we refer to as English Muffins, which obviously doesn’t eggist in their neck of the woods. he proceeded to tie us up and throw us in some nooks and crannies and then we told him that their beef sucks and so we were even


the proper fi and chi helped to ease our need for some local ‘good’ cuisine. the mashed peas were delish, juss like yer mom’s crotch. we also had curry twice, and to be honest, it’s juss as good as we have it here. Britain’s bestest foods will always remain thier crisps (potato chips) and chocolate bars (Chomp Bars in particular)


we think this is what they call ‘Japanese food’


that’s right, Dallas is the American home of chicken AND pizza! then again, in NY we have Dallas BBQ, and those two don’t necessarily go hand in hand job with each other, so what does anyone know?


and yes, we even ate at Maccy D’s on the 4th of July, in the very same country we gained our independence from. had no idea wha the fork a Miami Melt was, but had to try it. and even if it didn’t taste like an old Jewish Cuban bottle of sun tan lotion dressed in pastels, it was still purty effin and geeing good. LONG LIVE AMERICA(n food)!!!!!!!!!!!!!


we have an American friend living and working over there and he was glad to spend the 4th with another of his kind. and what would ya know, as we strolled in the Heath of Hampstead, we spotted 6 clueless UKers ‘trying’ to play American football, and being Americans, we barged right in and showed them a thing or 7 about our game. we both played QB, and both of us couldn’t get any of them to run a play. we’d be like, take 10 steps and turn around. they kept running beyond 10 steps, and by the time they turned around, they didn’t understand that you had to put your hands out in order to receive the ball. it was like playing with 2 year olds, but we’ve seen 2 year olds play better football then these fellas. but ya know what, good for them for even trying, as most of these pale people on the Isles hate American football and only like soccer cause they hate things that are really cool like endless commercial time outs and punting! it’s kinda sad how soccer is not big back home. it’s even more sad that we have a basketball league that’s called ‘professional’


and
nuttin sez HAPPY 4TH OF JULY quite like seeing Benny Andersson of ABBA fame and his kick ass beard bust out some Swedish jams in the Heath! we only caught 4 songs, but him and his folk group did play ‘I Do I Do I Do I Do I Do’. man, ABBA are truly the forking balls. they really need to reunite, for the sake of their fans, and wear those tight tight tight assed satin outfits, but not for the sake of their balls and ba’ginas


guess since this was a Swedish affair they had to cover up the fact that the meatballs are usually Italian


nope, she wouldn’t let us inspect her carpet to see if it matched the drapes


man, are our arms tired. nice to be back in the States, but England is the effin shaz-natz and if you’ve never been you owe it to yourself to (and if yer in college and can, study abroad there like we did), but don’t expect to eat like we do back here in the land of plenty… of napkins

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Halpert 9000

Away We Go
There’s No Place Like Finding Home
Trailers & Mo | Official Website

Less than half a year after Sam Mendes delivered his glum suburban family falls apart near-miss masterpiece that was Revolutionary Road, Mr Winslet is already back in theaters, dropping a sorta anti-Rev Road, where a family is falling together. The Kate/Leo combo guaranteed a surefire fire, but the pairing of soon to be parents John Krasinski and Maya Rudolph doesn’t provide as much of a spark, even if they both hand in solid individual performances. Rudolph in particular shines brighter, and that’s mainly due to the fact that we’ve rarely seen her do anything else but be silly on SNL. Krasinski Halpert isn’t eggzactly the king of range (the beard doesn’t hide a thing), but he’s the perfect everyman, which most guys my age can easily project themselves onto. Plus it’s hard for us to see him make smiley faces with someone else other than Pammy. It’s hactually hard for us to see anyone make smilies with Pammy other than ourselves. Anywho, the two pregger mcgees are looking for a place to call home, so… AWAY WE GO!!!

And go they do, meeting with friends and family across the country (and Montreal), which not only helps them to finger out where to hang their hat, but also finger out what kind of parents they want to be, and most importantly, what kind of parents they don’t want to be. Bad examples are everywhere, from Jim’s soon to be Belgium bound selfish parents (cute, but a tad too quirky Catherine O’Hara and Jeff Daniels), to old workmates with no tact (a bit overdone Allison Janney and the always fun Jim Gaffigan), to a childhood friend that redefines nutty granola (Franken Berry’s alter ego Maggie Gyllenhaal and Josh Hamilton), and college pals with a rainbow family that isn’t exactly all rainbows (Chris Messina and Melanie Lynskey… who was Winslet’s co-star in Peter Jackson’s heavenly Heavenly Creatures). Written by the hubby & wife literary darlings team of Dave Eggers and Vendela Vida, the whole road trip feels more like a collection of short stories than a complete movie. Yet in the end, after our hopeful couple leaves everyone behind, hangs up their hat, and their new life is about to begin, it feels complete. It’s minor Mendes, but not everything he does has to be Revolutionary

Wright On: we totally heart Jeffrey Wright’s real life wifey Carmen Ejogo, who plays Maya’s sistah in Go


many mo snaps hear

Verdictgo: Jeepers Worth A Peepers

Away We Go is currently playing in NY/LA only and will expand to other away places this Friday

and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

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Me Enjoy Youself

Phish
Jones Beach Theater
June 5th

duuuuude, we saw Phish for the very first time last noche (our concertmate, who forced us against our last will and testicles to go with him, has seen em 100ish times), and since you’re reading this it means we hactually survived the patchouli oil spills (and periodic rainstorms), AND to be unperfectly honest, we hactually had a rip roaring time, even though we hadn’t a clue what songs Phish were playing or why everyone had a beard thicker than Zach Galifianakis or why the bearded men, and women, were all dancing like a bunch of douche bags. it was a night of many firsts, including watching a grown man play a vacuum (it’s not as cool as it sounds, and the way it sounds isn’t cool), watching many grown men urinate in sinks, and also, don’t think we’ve heard a guy puke as hard and as long as we did during a second set pee break. speaking of sets, here’s our guess as to what they played…

Set One

  1. Helga
  2. Pouring Porridge
  3. Carpetbagger
  4. Acey Deucey Busey
  5. Where Is My Mime?
  6. O Canada, P Canada
  7. Yo Yo Pa
  8. Theme From The Thames & Jim Thome
  9. Seether, Veruca Salt cover
  10. Half Made Sandwich

Set Two

  1. Blanket Belt
  2. Orange Juilliard^ >
  3. Philbert >
  4. 20 Pesos To The Left >
  5. Help Me Honda
  6. Marshmallow Yellow Fluff *
  7. 3001
  8. Guaca Molehill

Encore

  1. Back In Time, Huey Lewis & The News cover

Notes

(real set list)

+ mug shots of VA Phisheads

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