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Meanwhile, back at the shore:
Snooki down 90% in after hours hot tub trading
Oops not a reply, but whatever. Jorts.
What’s that movie where John Malkovich isn’t playing John Malkovich?
What’s that movie/television appearance/awards show/day of the week where that guy walks around in Jorts all day pretending to be funny?
How’d it get queued? HOW’D IT GET QUEUED?
Love the amazon tags:
Hay, Hay, Hay, that’s what’s going on here.
Should have taken the red pill.
Should have known this was fake. The real Dale Peterson would be using Friendster.
Quick, somebody find the bird flute guy!
We’re going to need a bigger photoshop to be able to trace around that horrible hair.
30 Rock needed more of this guy:
I think the Big Lebowski XXX Parody is still the gold standard of XXX Parodies.
By which I mean, the best of the worst. (But also kind of the best.)
To their credit, TBS could offer the perfect lead-in.
I hear he’s beefin’ with this crew:
Which qualifies as the weapon for the assault charges, the doormat or the snowballs? I can’t decide which would be funnier.
She just can’t quite turn that frown upside down
Unfortunately, the set was destroyed after being hit with torrential chocolate rain.
If we’re going to be communicating our true feelings through the use of smugly chosen classic Beatles songs, I’ve got one that perfectly describes how I feel about seeing you back on the Tonight Show: