We didn’t expect yesterday’s post about uber-dipshit Joe Damato (seen above, left, in an artist’s rendition) to go over so well. But, bless your adorable, shrunken hearts, you hated that bastard even more than we did.

That was a pleasant enough surprise, you hating him the way you did. But the blood diamond churned up by that post was the IMDb page of Joe D’Amato, who’s an apostrophe and about 200 pornos away from being our Joe Damato. Please, enjoy this sampling from Mr. D’Amato’s filmography:

Sperma Spende
Anal Perversions of Lolita… aka House of Anal Perversions
Raw and Naked
Sex Penitentiary
Robin Hood: Thief of Wives
120 Days of Anal
Homo Erectus… aka Jurassic Pork
Paprika… aka Anal Paprika… aka The Last Italian Whore
Some Like It Hard
Porno Holocaust
Blue Erotic Climax
Greedy Mouth
Erotic Nights of the Living Dead
The Smoking Cauldron of Virgins
Images in a Convent

Oh sure, laugh about Porno Holocaust. But you have no idea how many millions of sperm died during that genocide.

Speaking of sperm dying, I was looking for photos of NFL cheerleaders in Santa hats when my search was abruptly abandoned at this post at the Pro Cheerleaders Blog:

That’s Robin. This is the PCB on Robin:

Robin is the most senior Charger Girl and though she may be long in the tooth, she still looks hot in the uniform and gives it all when performing. I think if all Charger Girls give that level of performance and commitment, they would have careers as long and illustrious as Robin’s.

Ah, I almost didn’t realize this ancient hag was so close to menopause. I apologize. As recompense, here’s fresh-faced and fresh-everythinged rookie Heather:

Merry Christmas, KSKers. As flubby noted below, things will be a little slower than usual next week, but we’ll still get it up. Posts. Get posts up. On the blog.

Some first-class asshole named Joe Damato wrote into us regarding a satirical post in which we had a fictional David Garrard act as a pimp. Well, Joe noticed an inaccuracy in the post. He writes:

Here’s your quote:

“No? Good. Did you know officers, by law, have to answer that last question honestly? Isn’t that interesting? Now, if you don’t mind, I need to have Tiny here pat you down. TINY!”

Officers don’t. If they did, there would be no such thing as an “undercover” officer because numb nut criminals would say…”are you a cop?” and the cop would say “aw shucks…..ya’ got me!” There goes the whole idea of “undercover.”

Either go to law school or do some research….get your fat asses off of the couch and stop being ignorant.

Just a friendly reminder for whichever one of you douche bags tries to buy some blow or grass from a guy on the street. “Are you a cop?,” doesn’t work. Morons.

We suggested to Joe that if he can’t recognize satire, he should probably go ahead and hang himself. He replied:

If you can’t recognize accuracy, then you should keep doing whatever it is you are doing. Fucking morons.
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

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Wait. So…

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What are we supposed to do again? Is it go to law school, do some research, or keep doing what we’re doing?

Hey Joe, guess who’s both the dumbest and the most righteous jackass to ever send us an angry email?

You are, asshole. I hope this is the first thing that pops up when someone Googles you. Merry Christmas, cocksucker.