Don’t be embarrassed just because you got caught rockin’ out to a cheesy song…

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Friday. It’s a, uh, Sexy Friday. This reminds me of the time, and I shouldn’t even say that, because it happened when I was a Broncos fan, and I’m not a Broncos fan anymore. But this reminds me of the time when my mother hired a housekeeper when I was a kid, and she looked EXACTLY like Maggie Gyllenhaal. She literally looked like Maggie Gyllenhaal! Alright, let’s move on.

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It’s time to check in with the delicious and the debaucherous people that walk among us, taking pictures of themselves at exactly the wrong moments. This will be review for some of you, but we have a feeling that you won’t mind… Read the rest of this entry »

We’re bring more than a handful to Sexy Friday today. How much more? Read the rest of this entry »

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JEERS to whoever the fuck “boo’ed” my house the other night. I don’t know if you’ve you heard of this new, excruciating Halloween trend, but allow me to explain. Someone leaves a small bag of goodies on your doorstep, then rings the doorbell and runs away. Then you open the bag and inside is a piece of paper that says:

BOO!

YOU’VE JUST BEEN BOOED!

Make 2 copies of this sheet, then make two new goodie bags. Place the sheets inside the bags and get in on the fun by booing two MORE houses!

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

You know, I already have to buy candy for Halloween. Now I have to make fucking party favors with a chain letter tucked inside? To whoever invented this idea: FUCK YOU IN THE PUMPKIN HOLE. I hope you slice your own hand off while carving your fucking jack-o-lantern.

There are some people out there who are WAYYY too fucking jazzed about Halloween. They put cobwebs in their bushes, and fog machines outside their doors, and now they apparently are placing mysterious bags on my doorstep filled with useless crap. And demanding I make photocopies. I’M NOT COPYING SHIT. Fuck those people. I’m handing out cock tacos for Halloween this year.

CHEERS to pad thai. With your delightful mound of crushed peanuts and pan-fried noodles, you are a lunch like no other. I know full well Thai restaurant owners must fume when everyone orders this shit, instead of something more authentic. But who can resist such a delight? No one, that’s who.

JEERS to Seth Meyers. I heard Meyers being interviewed on the Simmons podcast the other day, and I swear it was as if Simmons was talking to a fucking lawyer for 30 minutes. How the fuck did this guy ascend to head writer of SNL? Is he someone’s nephew? Is there some sort of comedy writing cabal that only requires you be a Red Sox fan as a prerequisite to join?

Meyers strikes me as the type of guy who will spend 45 minutes talking about what makes something funny, instead of just BEING funny. And I fucking hate people like that. This guy should be working at a fucking bank, or a lobbying firm. He shouldn’t be hosting “Weekend Update”. Would it kill SNL to hire an actual fucking comedian for that role? Jesus.

CHEERS to “Religulous”. Now THAT is some fucking funny shit. You got Bill Maher getting a goodbye hug from a minister who is a “former homosexual” and asking him, “Hey, you didn’t get a fucking hardon just now, did you?”

I liked this flick because it had a firm point of view about organized religion, which would be that organized religion is a nothing more than a bunch of contrived bullshit. It doesn’t bother being all PC and nice and trying to see the other side of the argument. It’s just, “Anyone who claims they know definitively what God is or what he wants out of us, or that he even exists, is a liar and fucking asshole.” Amen to that, brutha.

JEERS to the Steven M. Fanale of Danvers, Massachusetts. Reader Kyle D. points us to perhaps the most deluded and self-aggrandizing Red Sox fan in world history, which is saying a lot. Check out some of the comments Mr. Fanale has left around the interwebs:

I HAVE BEEN DOWN THIS ROAD BEFORE AND BELIEVE ME THIS IS THE PERFECT SITUATION FOR THE RED SOX. THEY WILL NOT ONLY DEFEAT THE TAMPA BAY RAYS BUT THEY WILL GO ON TO WIN THE WORLD SERIES AS WELL. WHEN THE SERIES WAS TIED AT A GAME APIECE THE TEAM THAT WON THE NEXT TWO GAMES WHICH IN THIS CASE WAS TAMPA BAY LOST THE NEXT THREE BECAUSE THEY RAN OUT OF GAS. I AM CONIVNCED THAT THE RED SOX WILL WIN A CLOSE ONE AT FENWAY ON THURSDAY NIGHT AND THEN BEAT THE TAMPA BAY RAYS ON SATURDAY AND SUNDAY. IT WILL NOT BE EASY BUT THE SOX WILL DO IT. I KNOW THAT THEY WILL. TRUST ME, I HAVE DONE IT AS WELL AND I KNOW HOW TO DO IT. THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS NEVER GIVE UP AND NEVER PANICK. A CRISIS SITUATION WILL BRING OUT THE BEST IN THE RED SOX AND THEIR FANS KNOW IT. SO SIT BACK AND RELAX AND WATCH THE DRAMA UNFOLD BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES.
STEVEN M.FANALE

“I have done it as well”? But wait! It gets douchier:

If you want to remain World Champions then you should up the offer to Mike Lowell to four years at between 15-20 million dollars a year. Screw the brass! You have the money and you do need Mike Lowell at third base. Call him right now and make the deal. Look at this way we can pay it. Besides if you want to remain a the top then you better spend the money for the right people. I would in your shoes do it because with Mike Lowell you would not have your second world series ring on your hand. I STRONLY URGE YOU TO DO THIS! YOU WILL NOT BE SORRY YOU SPENT THE MONEY ON MIKE, HE WILL CONTINUE TO PRODUCE FOR YOU FOR MANY YEARS TO COME. SO SIGN HIM, THEO. IF YOU NEED TO CONTACT ME YOU CAN REACH ME AT MY HOME PHONE AT (978) 774-5744 OR ON MY CELL PHONE AT (978) 590-9810 AT ANYTIME. THANK YOU
STEVEN M.FANALE

Bonus points to the first KSK reader who calls Mr. Fanale, pretending to be Theo Epstein, and telling him what a great idea he had. Bonus points if you offer him a job on the spot. (UPDATE: Some of you actually did call this guy. Please don’t do that again, lest we finally get sued somehow.) Oh, Steven. You clueless, clueless man. Goddamn Rays. They were two innings away from putting morons like this to bed for the winter.

CHEERS to the new Freedarko book. I don’t really like the NBA. But that doesn’t matter, because this book has lots of pretty pictures and charts. That’s my kinda book.

JEERS to taking so long to get to Monica Belucci, Heather Kozar, Pam Anderson, Amanda Lexx, and Sydney Moon on a Sexy Friday. JUMP INTO BONERLAND.

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This post contains YouTube videos that may not be safe for work.

Italian DJ Benny Benassi learned a while ago that if you can stick a pair of tits on it, you can sell it. I think the boost to the global economy and the risks of objectifying women cancel each other out, personally. But anyway, Benassi presented this album of house music, Hypnotica, in 2002. The first single off that album was “Satisfaction.”

Below is the original video for “Satisfaction.” Warning: it’s techno. Or electro house. Fuck, like I could tell the difference. Anyway, you only need to watch the first minute or so to get the idea.

Artistic. Original. Ufford would probably bang that red-head, you know, if he was having an off night. Whatever. But surprise surprise, nobody gave a shit about the video. So what happened? Benassi enrolled at the Tits And Ass Institute. With his newfound knowledge in melding the two worlds of business and poontang, he went back to the drawing board and rolled out this motherfucker:

Goddamn, look at that. The double-entendre. The ass. The adherence to safety standards. I think I just built a treehouse in my pants. Oh, and the song went up to No. 2 on the UK charts, while Benassi couldn’t decide whether to drown in pussy or money. He made some more albums, going back to his own playbook when he released the video for Who’s Your Daddy? (NSFW) in 2006.

The moral of the story is that boobies really do serve a purpose in society, and that purpose is to take stuff that wouldn’t gather our attention by itself and make it totally awesome.

“Hey kid, what did the five fingers say to the face?”

In the latest episode of HBO’s Hard Knocks, we learned that Cowboys Jerry Jones is a kindly old patriarch went to the Moe Howard school of grandparenting. I, for one, find great humor in billionaires smacking the snot out of their grandchildren.

That trick works but a few times before the only ones who will fall for it are the feeble-minded and Wade Phillips. As such, the intended victim is wary of the old man’s ways and is reluctant to play along. However, the other kid– perhaps seeing an opportunity to boost his inheritance– is happy to make PawPaw’s pimp hand fly. Geez, all my grandfather ever did to me was get drunk on Stroh’s and tell me to pull his finger.

[ thanks as always to gentleman farmer Awful Announcing for the clip and to the inimitable LSUfreek for the picture ]

Baby, I want you to do something for me this Sexy Friday. Something wild. Something crazy. Something extra double sexy.

Baby, I want you to leave your top on.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Well, that doesn’t sound so sexy. What’s more sexy than me taking my top off, you crazy man?” Baby, you have to understand. Don’t get me wrong. You have got yourself a gorgeous body under that tight sweater of yours. And there is nothing that dazzles me more than when you take that sweater off and take me on a magical ride to Toplessville.

But just this once, just tonight, I want you to leave that top on. I want to preserve the anticipation. I want to preserve the mystery. I want to preserve the excitement. I want to preserve the adamantium rod in my pants. By all means, go ahead and take everything else off. Except the shoes. The shoes have to stay. In fact, change out of those shoes and put on the heels.

Oh yeah, that is most sexy.

There’s nothing sexier than a bottomless woman. Because she’s still dressed, but god dammit she is still pretty damn NAKED. It’s like Christmas Eve and Christmas Day happening all at once. Or, if you’re Jewish, it’s like…. Well, I can’t place the Jewish equivalent. It’s like a bottomless Emmanuelle Chriqui, which I have not seen yet, but hope to see very soon.

So leave your top on tonight, baby. There’s something so sexy about you leaving that top on. It’s makes the fact that you have no pants on so, so, so much naughtier.

And that’s all I ask for on a Sexy Friday.