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Jackass: Number Two

School of Hard Knoxville: Repeating Freshman Year
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The eggspectations are riding high with this second dose of dumbed-downed bestness, and the boys sure do not disappoint. What they don’t really do is bring anything bigger or better to the table than what we’ve already had shoved down our eyeholes in version 1.0. The only advancement the fellas throw up on the screen are the amount of guest stars (Three 6 Mafia, Dolphins DE Jason Taylor, Luke Wilson, etc) they could round up. And all that really does is reinforce how cool they are. Thought we already knew that. I’m sure the budget was a wee (man) bit bigger, but it seems they spent it all on their lil show stoppin numba at the end. I mean, at this point, we the people eggspect feet being sawed off or at least a trip to space for Steve-0 so he can beat off with moon rocks, but all we are served is juss more of the same. Maybe I’m a lil too desensitized to shocking things cause I used to work at a Japanese animated porn factory, but c’mon boys, try to at least wow us beyond belief. Now, I’m not complaining folks, cause I think they should release a Jackass movie every year, but I always eggspect the breast, every time I sit in a theater, even if it’s Step Up that I’m taking in, and Number 2 is not the breast. Anywho, u all will love it and should go see it NOW. Juss beware of the sketch involving a horse and its love juice. It sent a father and his son packing from the screening. And what was me personal flavorite bit? The ‘Switcheroo’ involving the Margera parental units

Unsatisfied with this?: DVR like the wind Spike TV‘s mos brills import MXC

Apt MPupil3: ‘Johnny Weir, Are You Queer’ by Josie Cotton vs Ultranow [d via the NSFW Ultranow]

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Jeepers Worth A Peepers

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Beyond The Fappy of The Dolls

Dolly Read/Martin

Jean Simmons

Sharon Tate

Deborah Foreman

Barbie


+ one bonus fap for der ladies
er um
trannies

John Lazar

and in non-fap five related relatedness, peace the dancing with the stars out to my man bow tied man, Tucker Carlson, who, if he ever needed to change his name, could become Carl Tuckerson

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I'm Sick of Remembering

Can’t we juss move on with our lives? Or remember something else, like the Alamo, the Titans, or how the Skins are the world’s greatest 0-0 team in the NFL?


And can’t we juss bone the fizzle outta Sharapova already? She may have been the Queen of Queens for a day, but after listening to her grunt live in the flesh for 2 straight sets on Saturday night, while I grabbed my flesh, she reminded us why she’ll be our Dairy Queen for a lifetime!

NFL 1 o’clocks were purty urns to the muther stickin boo. After peeping what happened to Trent Green, I was sirprized he didn’t give the thumbs down when being carted off the field (YIKES!). And what did I tell ya, never fantasy draft anyone on the Lions. EVER.

belated Peace The Fork Out: Joseph Stefano, screen-playa of Hitch’s Psycho, one of four flicks that tops my heart

Meg White carrying my love child? If so, tits sure to be the whitest baby since Powder

Thighs Wide Shut Doomed Cruise-Kidman Marriage

Daddy Keith praises Lily’s career. Daddy Keith praises lord that Lily will give his career new life. Daddy to duet ‘Gone Daddy Gone’ with Lily next year? So who’s dick am I sucking to get into her sold out show at the Hiro ballroom?

semi-related: another proud daddy [NSFW]

Nancy O’Dell to provide free JO material for years to cum

yes, the rumors are true, Trent and I did watch tennis

fork terrorism cause there’s only one fight in this world: Fight for Deleted Scenes to Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me [Movieasshole]

fork HBO and them other ‘movie’ channels cause the breast of the breast is Turner Classic Movies, and their hott new DB

WORLD champion DC Divas, lookin for a few mo hos

John Lazar, dude has the freakiest eyes, and dude had the freakiest set of screen breasts of balls thyme, thanks in part to Roger Ebert

Never a bore, always a Borat…


The Vancouverite interviews our mos flavorite sneakerographer. Hey flavorite sneakerographer, hook a brother up with sum a dem green courdory Marc Jacobs’ Vans chukka boots (middle of page)!

David Bowie gets a karate lesson. Somewhere Billy Zabka is either smiling, sweeping the leg, or sweeping the floor

(Dallas/Ft) Worth the $650, cause Janus = genius!

Keeley: Stairway to Heaven, with no happy trail in sight [NSFW]

Trailer Mash

hardly

What happens if you don’t urinate?

What exactly is a booger? [Ask Snot]

free passes for Confe(Shi)tti

Stick Figures in Peril

Bembo’s Zoo

I bet this guy still hasn’t found what he’s looking for (cause he certainly didn’t find it here): When should i stop sharing the bath with my daughter

and why should we bother to post these average Cuthbest snaps [Fid] when we can deck yer balls with Holly Valance


[even mo]

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First Annual Thighs Wide Fooball Pee View: AFC Edish


You hearted the NFC preview so much that yer boners tore thru every pair of Under Armor under garments in yer drawers (pun sorta intended), right? Lucky you, I cobbled together an AFC preview on the very day that the season commences. Lucky me that Just My Luck is now available on DVD, as it will soon be headed for the dreaded bargain bin, which will then fill my need for new drink coasters for the homestead!

AFC East


There’s juss sum tang about this division that bores me more than Hebrew school. It’s filled with nuttin but perennial losers, sans the Patsies, all dough the Pats are losers in a different way cause the abandoned Pat the Patriot for Pat the Super Future Shiny Patriot. At least they had the foresight to not use Mel Gibson‘s Patriot. YUCK. If Brady and Belichick are still running the show, they’ll keep winning the division. And while people are all up on the Dolphins’ chances, I’m still not 800% sold on a ‘healthy’ Culpeps and Ronnie Brown as their sole running back, cause ya never know, he could go up in smoke like Cheech & Bong> and end up playing for the Amsterdam Admirals

AFC North


This divish is the eggzect opposite of the AFC East. I honeslty would lock myself in a closest and watch nuttin but ten billion games between these 4 teams, even if two of them are technically the Cleveland Browns. There’s so much hate, and so many cool a$$ color schemes nick goings on here. Sure, the Ravens would never win the approval of Michael Kors, but you gotta give props to a team named after an Edgar Allen Poem. Is it too late to name their stadium The Pit and the Pendulum? Despite the ultimate bestness of having their logo appear on only one side of their helmets, the Danielle Steeles are no lock for the division crown, as Big Ben is in talks with the Knievel family about starring in a biopic about Evel. The Bengals, with Kitty Kitna gone to Dumptown, are one knee injury away from being the Anthony Wright squad (not to be confused with IU’s Wright Quad), which is juss so Anthony Wrong. That leaves the fake Browns and the real Browns to duke it out for divison crown and browndom. If you can’t figure out which one is the real one and which is the fake one, then you gotta go to Mo’s (Death Watch)!

AFC South


I think the Colts should build four zillion houses for the dude who decided to put the Texas Toastens, JagOffs, and Titan AEs in their division. That’s purty much 5-6 wins guaranteed for them each year for the foreseeable future. OK, so the Jags aint that bad, but they lasted about as long in the playoffs last year as Judge Reinhold did spanking to Phoebe Cates [NSFW]. The other two teams aren’t even worth talking about, so if I were the Colts, start learning the lyrics to ‘Bye Bye Bye’ and plan on taking a lil family vacation during the first week of the playoffs

AFC West


Too many off season moves and changes = too many a question marks for der Chefs (they’d been better off with John Edward summoning Barry Word than lettin Herm Edwards coach), the Chargers (seriously, who the fork is Philip Rivers?), and der Raiders (they shoulda invested in Magic Shell, not Art). And tit aint gonna help the Chiefs none with a cheerleading squad as bunk as theirs (the Raiderettes aint so fine either, see above snap). That leaves the Broncos (whose c-leaders are a distant 2nd to the Charger Girls) to clean house in those super ooogly unies they’ve been sportin since the ’97. Yetty, how could one hate on a team with two Bells at running back? If the Mile High Clubber(Lang)s should open a Taco Bell in their stadium and rock halftime shows with Camilla Belle stripping at the fity yard line, I could easily kiss my burgundy & gold allegiance g-bye for good.

Seeds:
#1 Colts
#2 Broncos
#3 Pats
#4 Ravens
#5 Steelers
#6 Dolphins

AFC Champs: Colts

Super Bowl Winner: Colts

Fantasy Outlook AFC Shazz

Me loves: Colts everything, Reuben Droughns, Lee Evans, T Gonz with a moster return to form, and the Pats D (look at their schedule, they play poop on a stick!)

Me hates: KC WRs, Lamont Jordan, Steve McNair, Vinatieri, and Matt Jones

Don’t sleep on these sleepers: Nate Kaeding, Kellen Winslow, whoever wins that Texans starting RB gig, Steve McNair, Laveranuesnesses Coles, and peas do sleep on Sleepers, which Gulf of Sonkin took a girl to see on what has gots to be the single wurstest 1st date mt everest!!

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The Venice-Gina Film Festival

starring Lindsay Upskirt Sans Panties Firecrotch Taco Ring Her Tatum/Mike Bell Lohag/Lohan The I!!


[shaven heaven via the NSFW Father of Step]

she’s almost as classy as Shirley Bassey giving Freddie Blassie a glass bottom boat!

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