Thursday, July 29, 2010

What's That Rustling Noise?

The nation's capital is urging women to "get turned on" by the female condom, placing ads all over the city, including on the sides of 460 buses. In an attempt to empower women by letting them take control of their own sexual destinies, the city is giving out the latest and greatest female condom, called the FC2, saying that it will “tease, please and protect.”


Since March, the campaign to hand out 500,000 condoms in the DC area has been underway, which goes to show you how poorly the idea is going over with local women. After all, the condoms have been up for grabs for four months and yet apparently that half a million goal hasn’t been met. How ever could that be so? Here are some of the FC2’s selling points:

• The female condom can be inserted up to 8 hours before sex—so not only does this mean that the mood doesn’t have to be broken by reaching for a condom, it also teaches women time management and planning strategies. Say you have plans to get wasted after work on a Friday night, you don’t have to worry about being too drunk to make sure a condom is being used.

• The new-and-improved condom now covers a larger external area, protecting even more against STDs while keeping the vaginal area extra insulated on a wintry day. Just make sure you tell your partner before starting to mess around—how embarrassing would it be to have someone reach down there only to feel rubber??

• The FC2 is less noisy than its predecessor, which apparently sounded like a rustling plastic bag during sex. Going back to point one, imagine sounding like a crinkling baggie all day!

Sadly, DC is the only place where you can get these oh-so-practical contraceptives outside of a health clinic. So either stock up the next time you go to get tested, or plan a road trip to the land of the Potomac. Otherwise, it looks like you’re stuck with a good ol’ dental dam!

[via Salon]

Saturday, July 10, 2010

"Soccer Fans Shun Hookers for Art's Sake"

Hookers in South Africa we're hoping to rake in the johns and the big bucks during this past month's World Cup extravaganza. Lots of tourists, lots of them men, lots of them looking for a good time--especially after their teams win. Sounds like a perfect equation for the sex industry, no? So perfect, in fact, that extra prostitues were flown in to prepare for the influx of horny men.

But the scantily clad women fluttering about the major cities of South Africa, ready to hop in the sack and make some cash, apparently weren't the kind of post-game entertainment the 2010 World Cup fans were looking for. Instead of shacking up for a one-night-stand or two, visitors were taking in some culture at museums and art galleries, which have reported record attendance since the World Cup began.

"The World Cup has been devastating," one madam even told CNN. "...I can't wait for everyone to just go home now!"

We have to say that this is an unfortunate turn of events for sex and for sex workers, but we have to sound a vuvuzela chorus to humanity for taking the higher road and occupying themselves with culture instead of hos. Guess the World Cup fans had their fair share of balls during the games.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Commentating Hugh Hefner's Grand Slam

Ever wonder what it's like to bang 84-year-old Hugh Hefner? We thought so! And lucky for you, Kendra Wilkinson has written a tell-all memoir appropriately titled "Sliding Into Home," in which she shares her story of growing up a drug addict, becoming a stripper, and finally getting frisky with the Playboy himself.

We sincerely hope she goes into as much detail as possible, because who wouldn't want to know what it's like to cuddle up to an octogenarian sack of bones?

[via CNN]

Summer Lovin

Okay, okay--we've been slacking. Call it a pre-summer slump, call it a brief stint back at celibacy, call it what you will. But please forgive us. All that matters now is that we're back!

And since we're back--you need to get back to Slut Rehab too!

Send recaps of your summer sexcapades to slutrehab@gmail.com for us to post (anonymously if you wish). In the meantime, we'll get you back on track with all of your sex/slut-related news.

Strap on your dental dams, kids--it's going to be a slutty summer!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Breaking News: Hooking Up Leads to More Sexual Partners!

So, it's official--scientists spend way too much time in the lab. Why, you ask? A group at the University of Iowa found the need to conduct a study about the amount of sexual partners people in committed relationships have vs people who have friends with benefits. Their conclusion? Those who enjoy friends-with-benefits scenarios are more likely to have sex with multiple people.

Um, we could have told you this just by common knowledge. And if statistics were necessary, we could have simply stood at the entrance of any freshman dorm in America polling drunken co-eds on their way in from the bar.

Hey, thanks scientists for wasting what we're sure was hard-t0-come-by grant money to come up with this more-than-obvious conclusion. How about you stop rubbing yourself with the contents of petri dishes once and a while and turn on some TV? We recommend Jersey Shore.

[via Gawker]

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

So, you read Playboy for the articles?


Congratulations, all of you slutterbugs! Playboy is now going to have a safe-for-work webpage, complete with all of those articles you LOVE to read!


No nudies here, "The Smoking Jacket" will give you a dose of "men's entertainment" without getting in trouble with the boss. Translation: get ready to use your imagination a whole lot more than you've been used to.


[via cnn.com]

Happy Belated Birthday, Birth Control!


Hey ladies (and grateful gentlemen)--hope you took some time on Sunday to wish birth control a happy 50th birthday!
Photo credit: nateone from flickr

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Bad Romance: Grandma/Grandson Edition

So there's been this article flying about the Internet recently about this grandmother/grandson duo in Indiana who have sought out a surrogate mother to carry their lovechild. As a disclaimer, the article has been removed from its original website, perhaps indicating that the whole thing is a hoax--which makes it all that much more disturbing.

Apparently grandma had a daughter but gave her up for adoption. Years down the line, the daughter had a son, who eventually tracked grandma down once said daughter/mother passed away. When he sent his 72-year-old grandmother a photo of his 27-year-old self, her first reaction was quite natural: "I thought what a handsome and sexy man." Obviously. So then the two met, at first just hanging out, doing standard grandma/grandson things like bowling, shopping, and eating out. Ew, considering the next part of the story, which needs to be a direct quote from grandma, who couldn't hide her feelings anymore:

"'I called Phil into my bedroom, sat him on the bed, and then I leant over and kissed him,' Pearl says.

'I expected rejection but instead he kissed me back.'..."

Sound the incest alarm! Since then, they've carried on as lovers, moving in together and banging three times a week.

Look, dude, we understand that you're apparently some loser who may have self-esteem issues which give you zero game with the ladies. But your GRANDMOTHER? REALLY? Life is that bad?

Maybe we should be happy that two souls found each other and feel a connection like they've never felt before. Maybe it's not so bad since they never even knew each other until now--it's almost like they're just two people randomly meeting on a bus or on an online dating site. Maybe it's okay because they're adults and adults can do what they want.

Maybe not. We're going to go puke now.

[via Gawker]

Monday, May 3, 2010

Feeling a Little Frisky, Dolly?





Nipples not hard enough? Or, rather, are your blow up doll's nipples not hard enough?

Then you needto by (her) Nippurun ~ Stick-on Nipples to give her that always-excited look. Whether she has a headache, is feeling a little stiff, or is half-deflated.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

A USB Port Like No Other

One of our tipsters sent us a piece about this ridiculously awesome Craigslist ad, where some secret-agent ho shoved her one-night-stand's flash drive up her poon and peaced out. Apparently his hard drive just didn't do enough for her. Fantastic!!












Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Tomorrow is Fear to Freedom Day

Despite our sexual content and pro-sluttiness agenda, we're a huge supporter of RAINN (Rape, Assault, & Incest National Network), and we hope you are too. Every voice counts when taking a stand against sexual crimes suffered by both men and women--crimes that too often get ignored or brushed off.

Tomorrow, April 28, is a day to take a stand by participating in Fear to Freedom Day. This past month has been Sexual Assault Awareness Month, with workshops, meetings, demonstrations, and forums all over the country, where survivors and their supporters have come together to bring awareness to sexual assault and it starts coming to a close tomorrow.

Here is the low-down on Fear to Freedom Day, according to Rosemary Trible, a rape survivor and fellow RAINN supporter--we hope you take part and spread the word--tomorrow and every other day:


FEAR TO FREEDOM DAY
APRIL 28, 2010
Renewed Hope, Restored Self-worth and Joy for Survivors


In the last few months, I have been speaking across the country about my own dark, fearful journey that began in December of 1975 when I was raped at gunpoint. Since my book, Fear to Freedom, was released, my heart has been burdened for so many people who I have met who have been crushed with fear from an experience with sexual assault.

As April is recognized as sexual assault month, let’s make April 28th, Fear to Freedom Day. This day signifies that we can find the freedom to move from victim to victory.

Sexual assault places a dagger of fear deep in one’s heart that lingers after the physical pain is gone. Fear is like bacteria - - when it stays in the dark it grows, but it dies when it is brought to the light. Fear to Freedom Day will help bring this terrible crime to light and empower those who have kept this secret deep in their hearts.

On April 28th, let’s join together in saying enough is enough and take back the joy that has been stolen and join the journey from fear to freedom.

Please send this message to friends ask them to join us April 28th for Fear to Freedom Day. There are a few things we can do on Fear to Freedom Day: firstly, take a moment to think about anyone you know who has been sexually abused. Secondly, reach out with a phone call or email letting him or her know you care about them. Thirdly, tell us your story. We want to gather 100 Fear to Freedom stories of people who have overcome sexual assault and are willing share their healing journeys to empower and support others.

Post your story on Fear to Freedom’s Facebook page, under the Freedom Journey Stories in the discussion feature.

Let’s take April 28th, Fear to Freedom Day, join together and fight against sexual assault and help the brokenhearted find hope and joy.

Librarians are Sluts Too, Ya Know

We always knew librarians were hiding something beneath those sweater sets and cat-eye glasses. And now the finally-released results of a 1992 librarian sex survey prove it.

While some reviewers are saying that there's nothing too risque to report on, we feel that there are quite a few secrets hidden amongst the stacks to discuss.

Let's start out with this one: "22% of the respondents felt that libraries should have condom dispensers in their bathrooms." WTF, why? Perhaps to save the librarians time from peeling apart the Playboy, Playgirl, and Playguy magazines that 40%, 23%, and 6%, respectively, of the surveyed think libraries should carry. (BTW, we need a copy of Playguy stat.) Or, to go along with the 17% of respondents who felt that libraries should carry X rated videos.

Then we get to the part about the librarians' own sex lives. Fittingly, each librarian was asked to liken their first time to a Shakespearean titles: 28% chose Comedy of Errors; 23% chose Midsummer’s Night Dream; 22% chose Much Ado About Nothing; 21% chose All’s Well That Ends Well; and 6% chose Rape of Lucrece.

Speaking of first times, 12% of the bookworms lost their virginity between ages 12 -15; 22% between 16 and 18; 37% between 19 and 21; 17% between 22 and 25; 5% between 26 and 30; 2% between 31 and 35; 1% between 36 and 100; 4% are virgins. Those last two statistics are heartbreakingly stunning, aren't they?

The literary references continue when survey takers were asked to pick one of the following to describe their sex life: romance (38%), fantasy (31%), comedy (22%), or tragedy (9%).

Here are some more stats for you:

50% of the respondents reported having sex 1 – 2 times per week
22% 3 – 4 times per week
21% – 0 times a week (If only 4% were virgins, we have lots of prudes mixed in!)
6% 5 -7 times per week
1% have it more than 7 times per week

63% had had sex in a car
57% in a sleazy motel room
52% sleeping bag
43% kitchen floor
32% hot tub
20% library
7% airplane
8% elevator

30% have had 2 -5 partners
22% – 1 partner
17% – 6 -10
16% – 11 -20
7% 21 -50*
4% more than 50*
4% – none
*denotes current members of Slut Rehab

20% of the librarians questions felt that sex without love is by definition bad sex. And we feel that you are delusional.

And while 61% of the respondents admitted to renting an x rated movie, 91% had also read The Joy of Sex; 29% read How to Make Love to a Man; 14% read Human Sexual Inadequacy; and 3% read Macho Sluts. Sadly, our local library does not carry the last title, but apparently it's a compliation of erotica by "noted pornographer" Pat Califia. Adding it to our Amazon wish list as we speak...

Ever get it on in a library? Send a recap of your literary encounter to slutrehab@gmail.com! Maybe we'll feature your story (anonymously if you'd like) on our blog.

Monday, April 26, 2010

It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's a....Boobquake?

Set your knockers free--it's Boobquake day!!

Did you know that you, scantily-clad women of the world, are the cause for the abundance of earthquakes happening lately? Well, apparently that's the case, at least according to some Islamic cleric out there. The devastating earthquakes all around the globe have been a direct punishment from God for all of the skanks trotting about our planet.

As a result, a Purdue University student declared today Boobquake, a day where women everywhere should leave their bras at home and let the girls bounce around as they see fit. The problem? There was actually an earthquake today in Taiwan....

...maybe the Islamic guy was onto something after all?

Either way, we hope you're giving your bras a break today!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A Horse is a Horse

So as not to get sued, let's be honest right now--we're getting all of our info for this post from this Radar article. So, Oprah--sue them, not us!

Apparently the Queen of Daytime Talk has been making her billions since high school when she would send her younger siblings out on the porch with popsicles while she brought older boyfriends into her bedroom and performed "The Horse" on them for cash.

Though we can't (and don't want to) imagine Oprah performing a move like this, urbandictionary.com says that The Horse is "a sexual position where you have her get down on all fours..you put a pencil in her mouth and have her bite down on it and screw her from behind untill she starts blowing air outta her mouth...it sounds like a horse... "

We imagine it to be more of a rodeo. Either way, that's the Oprah sex news (according to Radar Online).

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Who will be the Lucky Caller?


Ladies, get in line now! Larry King is single!


Seems that things with his eighth wife have gone south, so lucky for all of you, he's back on the market.


Just picture be bound up with those suspenders, yelled at to speak louder with that raspy voice, giving a massage to that hunch back.
Heavenly, no?

Monday, April 19, 2010

It's a No-Go for Gaga

So, you've probably heard by now: Lady Gaga is celibate.

Yeah, we’re not sure we buy it either, what with her wardrobe of high-cut, diamond-encrusted leotards as she prances across the stage talking about “vertigo sticks” and her “rear window.” But here’s what the pop star has to say:

“…it's OK not to have sex, it's OK to get to know people. I'm celibate, celibacy's fine.”

“I remember the cool girls when I was growing up. Everyone started to have sex. But it's not really cool any more to have sex all the time. It's cooler to be strong and independent.”

Thumbs down on her thoughts that “it’s not really cool any more to have sex all the time.” A walk to the corner for the paper will prove otherwise with billboards of half-naked models selling construction boots. But we’ll give her a thumbs up on encouraging girls to be strong and independent, making good choices, and not folding to peer pressure.

Still, shouldn’t she back that up by dressing the part and not being a factor in the “sex sells” mentality?

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Pole Dancing 101

Thinking about a college transfer? How about a semester abroad? While there are plenty of options out there, Cambridge University just earned a few bonus points. Why is that? Well, they now offer pole dancing. That's right.

Though your stripper skills won't necessarily be graded, they will definitely improve with this school-sponsored course, meant to provide "harmless fun" during stressful times. But there is one downside: No high heels allowed.

So how are you supposed to work your way up the strip club cages if you don't learn the craft in clear, platform, stripper shoes? Or even worse--how can you earn a spot on the Pole Dancing Olympic Team? Will all of your exotic dancing dreams be dashed if you take classes at a reputable, accredited university? Maybe you're better off jumping stripper-heel first onto the poles at the good old Golden Banana after all.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Scent of a Woman's...Crotch?


Can't get enough of that oh-so-sweet poon smell? Well, now you can buy it in a bottle, with this new German cologne aptly named Vulva. Simply roll-on the scent-o-vagina, made out of "organic content" such as the "urine, sweat, and female arousal" of one particular blonde woman. The extraction and bottling process sounds quite complicated, but in this interview with Vice, the company head stands by his product.

Friday, February 19, 2010

No More Boners On-the-Go!

Apparently Apple is going on the warpath and slashing any apps that are too sexy. Have these changes affected you? Let us know if you're getting cockblocked by Apple!

A New Line of Slutty Clothes


Now this is a fashion line we can get behind. With a next-to-naked Pam Anderson strutting down the runway, the Richie Rich line A*muse, apparently created with the help of Anderson herself, premiered during NY Fashion Week. We're not sure who their clientele is--strippers, prostitutes, run-of-the-mill sluts, drag queens--but whoever purchases these "fashions" will surely grab attention. The big question, though, is why the hell Pam is trying to cover herself. No need to be modest when all you're wearing are two seat belts attached to a pair of hotpants.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Wrap Your Woody for National Condom Week

Since we're in the midst of National Condom Week (2/14-2/21), we've decided to give you some alternatives to your typical Trojans and Lifestyles. Here are some of the hottest trends out there:

Protect your putter with the Tiger Woods condom!

Get a 3-in-1 Frosty the Snowman condom pack and go thumpity-thump-thump all night long.

Call your pocket with this eight-ball number:

Live out your Obama, Clinton (either Bill or Hill), or...McCain (ew!) fantasies with these political condoms:


Or, studs, you can even put your own mug on a condom with a little inspirational message!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

What Were You Thinking?



What are some of the things that go through your head while you're giving head? Maybe that you're enjoying giving the other person pleasure, ways to improve your technique. How about while you're having sex? Go this direction, that direction, heat, tingles. Well, stop thinking about it--these proposed Durex ads list every possible thought.

A Slutty Treasure Chest

Help your Slutty Valentine keep track of her little treasures, condoms, phone numbers, etc with one of these keepsake boxes. Our favorite is the one labeled Strumpet.

Slutty Readers

Does your Slutty Valentine know how to read? Or just how to count the notches in her bedpost? If she can read, she might like this erotic thriller, The White Lady Murders--written by a Slut Rehab fan. If you're on a budget, and your ho has a Kindle, it's only $1.

Honey, Can You Hold My Whip Please?

Ever wonder what it's like to balance your job as a dominatrix with your real life and boyfriend? Find out here.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Let's Make a LoveKit


How about creating your own LoveKit from Booty Parlor? You can stock it with everything from lip gloss and body shimmer to whips, undies, and toys. Each one comes with a va-va-voom feather boa in designer packaging. Probably the most practical gift idea we've given so far--and you can make it as slutty or as tame as you want.

Suck & Disorderly


Here's a case of male model sluttiness. Looks as though this Prada model thought he could get off of some public drunkenness and disorderly conduct charges by offering to suck off the arresting cops. Yeah, that's the way you'll beat the disorderly conduct charge.

Hey Valentine, You Know What Time it Is?


Today's My Slutty Valentine gift idea: a clock that says "Support diversity, sleep around." You know, so your ho can keep track of her comings and goings. Hope your slutty valentine doesn't just tell time with digital clocks!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Tales of a Prostidude

So, as you may or may not know, Nevada now has its first-ever male prostitute. This was a big deal a month or so ago—all over the news, etc—and now he’s back in the headlines.

Today, the NY Post ran an undercover story of one woman’s trip to Nevada, where she spent two hours with “Markus” for $500. Don’t bother reading the article, which is just a bunch of incoherent factoids slapped together. Here is your cheat sheet:

* The woman did not sleep or make out with ex-Marine Markus (real name, Patrick). This is the most important fact. How can you write an undercover expose if you don’t experience the goods? What a waste of $500.
* He is well-hung and has a crazy body.
* Patrick has mommy issues, which he credits as the reason he got into prostitution.
* He lost his v-card at age 23 (he’s 25 now) and has only slept with a total of SIX (6) women. What business does he have being a prostidude? Despite all of the publicity his hiring received, the reporter is only his second client.
* This man is truly pathetic—likening himself to Van Gogh, Moby, Rosa Parks, and Steve-O.
* We need less talk, more action. Surely the reporter just tried to keep him talking, but the unnecessary autobiography Patrick provided just makes him look ridiculous.

Add in the pre-getting-dirty shower to inspect each other’s goods and the heart-shaped, candle-filled hot tub…this revolutionary prostidude is everything you’d expect him to be.

Valentine's Day Sucks...Literally


And now for a new segment we're calling "My Slutty Valentine"--thoughtful V-day gift ideas for the ho in your life.


Today's is a freezer pop mold in the shape of a penis. Though we're not sure that the color of the mold (in this case purple) is relevant, it is important to note that this mold makes you not just one penis pop, but four. One apiece for your ho and three of her slutty friends.


Or all four for said ho. Depending on how she rolls.

Speak Your Mind!

Just wanted to draw your attention to this great comment from one of our readers about our Feminism vs. Promiscuity post from a couple of weeks ago. Let us know how you feel about the topic--we love hearing what you have to say!

"finally getting around to reading this--you should have a link to this article on your homepage at all times. it's pretty much the ultimate debate/question for people like us.

i just do not see a damn thing wrong with girls having & enjoying lots of sex, under whatever circumstances they choose. as long as the girl is being safe with STDs/pregnancy and realizes that she's not going to find a boyfriend/husband in this manner, then who gives a shit? why the hell should anyone else have a say in it that counts for more than a random person's opinion? granted, she will get absolutely NO respect from most men or women (which is truly unfortunate in many cases), but as long as she continues to respect herself, why is it so wrong? why can she not just have fun and do whatever without hurting anyone or herself?

and i really don't give a crap about the double-standard aspect of this; this has nothing to do with guys as far as i'm concerned. i actually have more of a problem with the typical idea of feminism than i do with promiscuity of women or men, because i can't see the problem with a girl being slutty by choice. i can't see why a slut cannot also be a feminist.

so many feminists want to give women "power" and "equality" by stripping them of their actual femininity and sexuality. some people seem to equate being a feminist with taping down your boobs, paying for all your own stuff, and wearing pantsuits. it's ridiculous.

any woman can earn respect, regardless of what she looks like or who she is having sex with, by using her brain, showing that she's smart and hard working, showing that she deserves to be taken seriously--but to imply that these same women cannot also be fun, playful, trendy, pretty, sexy, girly, etc., is completely missing the point. having a healthy attitude about sex is a huge part of it all, of life in general--and what a real feminist would be in favor of. not that bedding down every male or female in sight is going to be "healthy" for every girl, but for those who are really, truly ok with that behavior, more power to them."

Pork More in Argentina

Ooooh yeah....the Argentinean presidente likes to pork.

Big Breasted Need Only Apply for Australian Porn

Looks like the Australian government wants to perpetuate the stereotype of big boobs in porn. Why do we say this? Oh, just because they're banning small breasted-porn, as well as female ejaculation. The latter, they just say is gross. But the former is to prevent pedophilia. Right. Because only little girls have small boobs. We hope they plan on regulating this by sending an elected official to each porn shoot to personally feel up the actresses to ensure they pass the C-cup test.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Stop Storking Around


What can kill a boner more than a whole lot of booze or your grandmother walking into the room while you're getting it on?

How about a man dressed in a 7-foot tall stork costume spewing facts about pregnancy?

The Stork Reality, a new ad campaign from the Louisiana Department of Health, sends Sammy the Stork out in the public to interrupt people at restaurants, bars, and even just standing on the street corner to tell them about the risks of pregnancy and how women should take care of themselves while pregnant. And since 50% of pregnancies are unplanned, Sammy is spreading the message to everyone--suggesting better eating, exercising, and overall health habits. Even though he's a 7-foot stork, his victims never see it coming!

And, honestly, it's friggin' awesome.

Check out one of the videos here:

Directing Traffic

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

A Ho to Call Your Own

Real life not slutty enough for you? How about creating your own little vixen? Sure, the site claims to be an online fashion game where you can dress up your model, but really--the clothing to choose from seems more appropriate for girls working the corner.

Don't Let the Chillins Learn Words

First Beaver magazine, now The Merriam-Webster Collegiate Dictionary. A school in California pulled the dictionary from its library shelves because it contains that dirty old phrase "oral sex" and other sexual words that grade school kids should definitely not be learning. So much for that study that just came out suggesting that kids be taught about sex starting at age 7. Go figure.

What's In a Name?

How would you like a subscription to Beaver magazine? Well, because of current Internet security settings, you can't have it. You see, the magazine, which has nothing to do with the beaver you're thinking of, had to change its name because when people searched for the magazine, they get a whole lotta un-related links. Plus, kids searching for the Canadian historical magazine in school can't find it because the word "beaver" is apparently blocked.

Monday, January 25, 2010

False Advertising

Looks like Posh was too busy being a robot to defend her man, David Beckham, from this crazed Italian reporter who wanted to find out if the soccer player's package is as advertised in his Armani ads. The whole stunt was caught on camera and aired across Italy, but that's not the best part. Looks like the reporter la...dy got away with it all! From what we can tell, she didn't get anything more than a dirty look and a small shove to the side from some body guards. Oh, and according to her, he's small.

Friday, January 22, 2010

L'ultimo Hurrah

Well, folks, it’s the finale of Jersey Shore. We know you’ll miss it, and so will we. But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. So, relax your fists from this season of beating the beat and perfect your creep moves for summer 2010!

At the start of the not-so-exciting finale, Ronnie is still going to jail for knocking that guy out. When the gang gets home, Snooki decides to find out what the deal is

Ronnie gets out of jail, Sam cries about having to spend a night alone in the house. Ronnie doesn’t understand why he was arrested—says he didn’t deserve to be in jail. Um….you knocked a guy out. Oh, and he’s still saying how much the kid had it coming for talking smack. In conclusion, jail is a fitting place for you.

But now that you’re out, how about enjoying Labor Day weekend? It finally occurs to the group that, since they live across from the beach, maybe they should spend some time in the sand. What a novel idea. Grab your beach chairs and boogie boards, guidos!

But Snooki is disappointed with the lack of Juiceheads present. JWOWW had sounded the Juicehead alarm earlier and dragged Snook out of bed to check it out. But, alas, by the time they get there, the beefcakes have split.

But The Situation, King of the Juiceheads, has more luck when he arrives at la playa, instantly finding a lady. Okay, so the rest of the group thinks she’s jailbait, but it doesn’t matter. She’s breathing, right? Maybe she’s that special lady that the situation was looking for to spend his last night with. After all, none of the girls he collected over the summer will answer his calls.

But The Situation isn’t the only one who wants a date. Snooki wants in on the action too. So she musters the strength to call Cowboy Keith and ask him to meet up. She feels foolish for having to ask out a guy, but she pushes all of those feelings aside. Unfortunately, he doesn’t want to meet up. Looks like all that talk abot farm animals didn’t get you anywhere, Snook. But, really, we’re not sure why there’s a sudden need to find a date. Can’t she go out and dance by herself like she did the entire summer?

Oh, looks like we spoke up just in time! As if she can hear us, Snooki starts her own dance party on the boardwalk in an attempt to woo guys down from rooftop bars above. Okay, fine—she’s not always dancing by herself. Some random old people and breakdancers humor her and dance too. As they laugh. Then she looks up and sees an ex boyfriend. She shakes her stuff for him, but he refuses to help her out—or really even speak to her. This throws Snooks into a tizzy and she goes back to the house where she mopes around.

As Ronnie and Sam go out on one last date, the other bros go out for one lat wife beater-fashioned night out. They all come home to comfort Snooks. Mike gives her some pick-me-up advice and seems to make her feel better. Then he takes off her bikini top in the hot tub and shoves his tongue down her throat to really give her an ego boost.

In a final act of revenge for planting the Hate-orade under his bed, Vinnie plays a prank on The Situation. It involves a red bulldog, a hanger, and a t-shirt that says “I’m The Situation’s #1 Girl.” Meaning, The Situation only brings home dogs. The Situation gets a good laugh out of it.

After the gang has one last dinner, they reminisce and give their final interviews, each one reflecting on their time at the Shore. Then, of course, they propose getting a house next summer, which is already said to be happening. Season 2 could backfire, though, if these people stay in the spotlight in the meantime, being obnoxious and pissing people off in planes, etc. Let’s hope they can control themselves for the sake of reality TV.

The next morning, each Guido/ette gets into his./her respective shiny car (minus Snook, who hops back into her hooptie) and drives off into the sunset. Until next summer!


Some Final Brilliance:

“Should I call 911?” --Snooki, while eating a rice cake and trying to figure out how to locate Ronnie in jail
“I ended up spending a few hours for being the degenerate that I’m not. There was no reason for it.” -Ronnie, having obviously learned his lesson in jail.

“Yo, it’s gorilla central out there. Juiceheads everywhere. There are so many juiceheads out there, I’m like a kid in a candy shop.” –JWOWW on the beach situation

“Looking buff and brawly.” –Snooki, defining the term Juicehead

“I make my way over to some cute girls and do what I do best—and that’s pimpin.” --The Situation, picking up 15-year olds at the beach

“That ass did not look 12.” --The Situation on his chosen beach girl

“Why would you make me like you if you don’t even want to hang out with me.” --Snooki to Keith after he refuses to hang out with her

“I was honestly going to put my hat down so that people could put money in it. That’s what kind of a crowd I had.” –Snooki on her boardwalk dance show

“Come to my house, I miss you!” –Snooki to that ex boyfriend of hers
“No!” –The ex

“No one can ever take that bond from us. We have that bond for life.” PAUSE. “Wow, that was fucking deep.” –Pauly, reflecting on his friendship with The Situation and Vin

“If a guy doesn’t like you, it’s called fuck you—there are so many people out there in the world that’s gonna like you for you. I’m not having a girl over and I’m gonna hang out with the roommates.” –The Situation, trying to cheer up Snooks

“Pauly didn’t go on a date, but I don’t feel bad for him b/c he’s like, ridiculously, ridiculously good looking.” –Vin, also trying to cheer up Snooks
[Serious delayed reaction.]
“You have such good taste in men.” –Pauly D in response

“If you’re hungry, try a Snickers.” –The Situation in the hot tub, after taking off Snooki’s top
“Yeah, try me.” –Snooks, with a come-hither look, before she devours The Situation

“I was thinking about maybe getting down with Snooks real quick.” –The Situation, as he runs away from the hot tub

“I figure, I come in with a bang, I leave with a bang.” –Snooki, feeling better after her makeout session

“I have a lot of best memories.” –Snooki

All The Glitters...

So last week, Jennifer Love Hewitt was on that fantastic show Lopez Tonight touting her "Vajazzle." Yes, Vajazzle. According to a NYC spa where the craze began, it's "completely bare with a flair." Get your regular Brazilian wax, slap on a Swavorski crystal design, and voila! What do you think? Do you need your nibbly bits sparkly? And dudes--what would you think if you saw your lady's kiki all blinged out?

The Top (Unknown) Woman of the...(Time Unknown)

Emmanuelle Chriqui --we're not sure who she is, but she took the #1 spot on AskMen.com's list of the Top 99 Women...of the year, the decade, lifetime? We're not sure of that either.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

American (Slutty) Apparel

American Apparel. We always thought they simply sold t-shirts, leggings, and t-shirt-related clothes. We did not know that they also have a stripper/slut attire department.



After picking up a copy of L Magazine last week, we were shocked to see this lovely lady sprawled out across the back cover:






Since when can you buy lace body suits from a t-shirt store? Lucky for us, and for you, the cat is out of the bag. For a mere $50, you can have this sexy unitard (what an oxymoron that is). From what we can tell from the provocative photo shoots on the American Apparel site (in particular the bent-over-a-mattress shots), the unitard is not crotchless--so good luck going to the bathroom (or doing anything else for that matter). You'll have to break through all of the sweaters, skirts, and whatever other layers the site suggests you wear over it. Yeah right.

We can only assume that if you look carefully enough through the American Apparel site, you're bound to find some more porn-type shots. Happy shopping!

Friday, January 15, 2010

And the Second Part Makes it Complete

After some down time to try to regenerate some brain cells, we’re back for Jersey Shore, part 2.

With the slow-mo and replays, it’s clear that J-WOWW clearly connected with The Situation’s face when she clocked him. Even though Vin was holding JWOWW back during the fight, in his private interview, it seems as though he really enjoyed it.

The next morning, our Guidos head back to the Shore house. That night, Vin and Pauly meet up with three girls who they “met creepin’ one day on the boulevard.” Even though Pauly has plans with the Israeli girl later on, he thinks she’s kind of annoying (translation: she’s a prude), so he’d rather hang out with the hot, fun girls. But, of course, they bump into Israeli girl on the boardwalk. He tells her that he’ll call when he gets home.

In the meantime, Snooki meets up with Keith, who seems to be wearing the same jeans and grey wife beater from the other night. Perhaps that’s his uniform. They go to Beachcomber, and once again are the only people on the dance floor. Do they close that place down for Snooki, or is it just always dead?

Back to Pauly and the gang, now at a different location. All of a sudden, Pauly looks up to see Israeli chick standing right next to him. How stealth. She gives him a t-shirt that says I <3 Jewish Girls and says he’d better call her because she won’t call him. Pauly is freaked out: “At this point I’m starting to think it’s mad weird, that chick.”

Next, Pauly goes on a scary ride with one of the new chicks, and when he gets off, Israeli girl is there waiting for him. Vinny says, “She’s definitely a stage 5 clinger.” Pauly doesn’t want to deal with it says, for the third time, that he’ll call when he gets home, which is soon because the new girls have had enough of Israeli girls and leave.

As soon as Vin and Pauly get home, the phone rings. Knowing it’s Israeli, Pauly tells Vin to answer the phone and pretend to be The Situation. Which is easy because when he answers, Israeli says, “Can I please speak to Pauly, Mike?” But then Vin says, “Aw, yo, Mike’s not here.” What an idiot. “Nah, this is Mike.” Then Vin does a great impression of The Situation, puckered lips and all. As they take the phone off of the hook, Pauly decides that Israeli is just too crazy for him.

At 2am, Pauly and The Situation decide play practical jokes. First victim? Snooki. As if she hasn’t been abused enough. The Situation slices up some pickles, then he and Pauly go into Snooki’s room. Pauly flops on top of a sleeping Snooki, apparently to distract her, but if he had just left her alone and sleeping, wouldn’t that have eliminated the need for a distraction? Anyway, The Situation hides the sliced pickles in various places: under her bed, on her nightstand, etc. Next, The Situation concocts some “Hateorade” for Vinny which includes cheese, milk, Caesar dressing, and pickle juice. Then he crawls into Vin’s room and places the bowl under Vin’s bed while he’s asleep. In the morning, both Vin and Snooki immediately notice funky smells.

But don’t forget about Israeli girl! The magic duck phone goes off again in the morning, and Pauly finally decides to take the call, but doesn’t get to have his say until about five minutes in. As the rest of the roommates sit on nearby couches watching, eating sammies, and laughing, Pauly lets it rip: “You talked my whole life on the boardwalk and when I got home, I had every intention to call you. If you weren’t such a fucking stalker, I would have called you when I got home.” After a few more words, he hangs up on her.

That night, the gang flees the stinky house to go bowling. After being told in confidence about the Hatorade, Sammi sells out The Situation, telling Vin. Loser. Aside from Snickers bowling in her flip flops (since when is that allowed?) and J-WOWW and The Situation making up, the outing is uneventful.

Back at home, Ronnie and Vinny lay into The Situation and his behavior, saying that he changed since the first day and that they liked the old Situation better than the new Situation. Things like “We like you for you” and “Just be yourself” were tossed around. The Situation insists that none of them know him—it’s only been 27 days after all. See below for some key quotes from the pretty much pointless fight.

The next night is pink and black corset night for J-WOWW and Snooki. They get all glammed up for one of the last nights out with the group. Once at the club, Pauly runs in to Israeli girl—surprise!—who says that he embarrassed her. You embarrassed yourself, ho. Still, the two leave the club and go off on a walk.

Snooki’s cudding on the couch with a blurry-face dude, her ass completely exposed with her leg thrown over his, until some blurry-faced girls sit down and ask what the two of them are doing. They say that the dude has a girlfriend—who is just feet away watching. Aw…poor Snooks—her men never work out!

As the group walks home, some girls start yelling, “Get out of Seaside Heights, tramp outfit, tramp. Go back to New Jersey, or New York, or wherever you’re from.” Ummm..you just are IN Jersey—how can they go back? And then in reference to Snooki, the girl asks, “Why is she in her Halloween costume?”

Suddenly, the guy with them starts cursing at Ronnie for no apparent reason. After some bouncers break everything up, our group continues on home. But then Ronnie runs back and knocks the guy out cold and to the ground with one punch (which we don’t see). Ronnie goes back to the group for the walk home, but then the cops find him, greet him by name, and arrest him for aggravated assault.

See you later, Ronnie!

SO SAYETH THE GUIDOS:

“If you leave, I’m gonna stuff your fucking nose with tampons.” --Snooki to J-WOWW

“She’s not even worth me looking at her.” --The Situation on J-WOWW after the fight

“I think my crotch is sticking out! I told him to put me down because I’m not trashy…unless I drink too much” –Snooki, while Keith gives her a piggy back ride on boardwalk.

“I figured, she’s like the aroma of sliced, dirty pickles.” –The Situation while preparing Snooki’s practical joke

“That hater juice is best served cold.” --The Situation, after serving up the Hatorade

“It kinda smells like old funk juice. It kind of has a pickle-y smell to it.” –Vinny, the morning after the Hatorade

“I’m not pissed that they put pickles under my bed as a joke, but I’m pissed that they wasted two pickles.” –Snooki, after she finds the pickles around her room

“Danielle’s not looking for a hookup, she’s looking for a husband. And I’m not ready for that.” –Pauly, on the Israeli girl

“It’s obvious that Sammi has a crush on me. It goes back to the days of prehistoric kindergarten.” –The Situation

“Vinny was definitely angry about the whole cheese situation and how he was a rat and he didn’t even do nothing. I guess he knew it was true.” –The Situation, after Vin denies that a bowl was every under his bed

“You’ll never get a girl over me, son, because I’ll get ‘em first.” –The Situation to Ronnie

“I closed that deal a long time ago, bra. I already got the title for that closing.” Ronnie in reference to The Situation saying that hooked up with Sammi first

“The first thing The Situation says when he brings home a girl is ‘Yeah, she was cute.’ I’ve had shit in between my toes that look better than her.” –Ronnie

“Snooki’s outfit is crazy. She looks like a birthday cake, all decorated, boobs up in her face. I guess she wants to go out ith a bitg bang…literally.” –Vinny, on Snooki’s corset

“All right, let me grab my three girls and walk away.” –The Situation after the first part of the fight

“Damn, the kid’s sleepin’ right now.” (Shoulder shrug) “That’s what you get for talking shit.” –The Situation after Ronnie throws the punch

Part One of a Double Feature

Since this week’s Jersey Shore was a double-whammy, we’re not going to go into as much detail as we normally do. Instead, we’ll gloss over the key points and then give you a list of the most quotable quotes. Here is part one:

We jump right back in with the whole dilemma of whether or not Sammi and Ronnie are spending too much time together. Sammi’s truly peeved that the thought would even be brought up by Snooki, and as she tries to gather The Situation and Pauly’s opinions, The Situation simply says, “Okay, I’m gonna be honest right now. The only thing we care about is gettin’ girls. Gettin’ girls and goin’ to the gym!”

Then there’s a fight over who really thinks Sam and Ron hang out too much—apparently it’s just Snooki and JWOWW. Sammy’s conclusion: they must be jealous. But the next morning, we find out that JWOWW really doesn’t give a fuck. So, now it’s just Snooki who cares. But why? She needs to just let them do their thing. So what if you think they’re not having fun or isolating themselves? Just do your thang, have fun, maybe get punched again, see what happens. Let them be couple-y and bang.

Maybe if Snooki just finds her own man she won’t be concerned with what the other are doing. Lucky for all of us, she finds one! “But he’s, like, Irish and talks like a cowboy.” Because the two go hand in hand. Since apparently he works on a farm, the two are able to bond over their love of animals—enough so that she brings him home and makes out with him. Though they don’t have sex, Snooki likes him and could maybe fall in love with him.

Also back at home after a night out is The Situation and Paula, who doesn’t care what she wears into the Jacuzzi (and therefore just wears her clothes) as long as she’s home by 7am. We must say, she’s probably the cutest girl he’s brought back all season. Anyway, they hardcore get it on in the Jacuzzi with Vin and his girl (slash the boss’s girl) giggling on the hammock nearby. When they realize they’re being watched, The Situation and Paula decide to leave the tub, and when Paula stands up, she flashes us some nip. Then, as The Situation leads her away by the hand, she totally slips and wipes out on the deck. Vinny nearly has a conniption laughing.

The next morning, Paula’s friend comes pounding at the door. It takes a while for anyone to answer, but of course Ronnie finally does—MTV should be paying him extra money to be doorman this season. So, while Paula gets bitched out by her friend for having gone MIA the night before, The Situation decides that he doesn’t want to hear the drama, so he goes into the shower. Since Paula can’t locate her things, she just leaves without her clothes. Nice. Later, The Situation calls Vin a creep for having watched the sexin.

Another night, another club. This time, Ronnie is MIA and it ends up that he’s talking to a girl (who looks like the SAW guy, btw), which The Situation makes sure to point out to Sammi, who does not approve. An exchange of words ensues, including Ronnie telling Sam not to trust The Situation because “He’s trying to creep on [her]. He’s not [her] fucking friend.” The Situation later changes his story to say that he didn’t necessarily see Ron talking to a girl—it could have been a group of people. It wasn’t.

Pauly D meets an Israeli chick—everything that needs to be said about that can be found in the quotes section below. The Situation’s sister returns, and it sounds like she’s been sucking on a helium balloon. But then Tanya (boss’s chick) shows up too, so Vin is in, according to him, “a little but of a bad situation.” He then leaves the sis to hang out with Tanya. This is not okay with The Situation, and he will defend sister’s honor. With just a few choice words, Vin ends up hanging out with sis again. Once everyone is tucked into bed, sis sneaks down to Vin’s bed to make out.

The next day, the gang packs up for Atlantic City, and once they arrive, everyone goes down for a nap. Except Snooki, who fires up the bubble bath by herself, creating her very own archway of bubbles under which she can sip her champagne. “This feels like a porno.” Yeah, a sad, lonely porno.

At dinner, people start talking shit, giving jabs back and forth. But Snooki isn’t having it. When The Situation turns to pick on her, she tells him to go fuck himself and called him annoying. Shit talking starts at dinner, both of which needed to be said. Then she asks for someone to pass her a roll, to which The Situation, right on cue, replies, “Don’t worry, you got a couple.”

JWOWW goes to make a surprise face, but really just looks like an emaciated fish (especially when paused on the DVR). As everyone tells The Situation that his comment was fucked up, Snooki leaves the table to have herself a cigarette and a good cry. The Situation refuses to go after her to apologize, and doesn’t even do so once she gets back to the table. Back in the room after dinner, Snooki cries some more, and at that point, The Situation kisses her on the head and apologizes. She tells him to watch what he says—that he’s rude, etc.

Down at the club, JWOWW and Snooki dance up on the couches, and then Snooki, in her short, short dress goes ass over teakettle. Not to worry—she still finds a guy to grind up on her. So it’s all good.

Vin also finds someone—a girl with “fake boobs, a nice butt, stomach showing” and makes out with her. But when he gets up to pee, The Situation goes in for the kill. “I pulled a robbery move on him.” He didn’t care that Vin had just been hooking up with her, The Situation just wants to have a fun night. She proceeds to give him a lap dance as he strangely pulls her hair.

As the night draws to a close, JWOWW gets sick in the bathroom and asks The Situation to bring her up to the room. He refuses, chick still on his lap. So JWOWW smacks him on the head and bitches him out, only to get kicked out of the club “like the piece of trash that she is.” (So says The Situation.)

Vin escorts Snook away from her hot man that she’d been making out with and was convinced she’d get ass from. Back in the room, Vin and The Situation bicker over whether The Situation stole Vin’s girl or if Vin just let him have her. And finally, as promised, JWOWW socks The Situation in the face again and before going to bed.

SO SAYETH THE GUIDOS:
“I believe we were pretty cute. We were holding hands possibly.” --The Situation on Paula

“You look at me and think I’m a snobby bitch, but I’m a veterinarian. I fucking save animals. Like, that’s what I do.” Snooki to her farmer/Irish man, Keith

“If I had to have sex with one guy here, it would probably be him because he’s a nice guy—he’s gotta be clean.” Snooki, reflecting on Keith and their lack of sex

“You have no game at all.” --The Situation to Vinny
“That’s not what your sister said.” --Vinny, in retaliation

“The Sammi and Ronnie situation may be crumbling as we speak. It’s only a matter of time until she pulls the eject button.” --The Situation (Insert “pulling eject button” motion here.)

“You want my card?” --Pauly to an Israeli chick a the club
“Delev--?” --Israeli chick
“Delvecchio. That’s gonna be your last name.” (AWESOME pickup line)
“Danielle Delvecchio. No, that’s too much.”
“That’s hot!”
“Danielle Delvecchio.” (In an Italian accent this time.)
“That’s fucking Italian. That’s hot!” (With hand motions, excitement, and huge smile.)

“Go to Israel? I don’t have a passport. Plus, they don’t like me. I got a cross on my arm.” --Pauly to the Israeli chick

“I don’t even understand that religion or what it is. I just want to get to the business.” --Pauly on Judiasm / the Israeli chick

“We’re not supposed to have sex until we get married.” --The last thing we hear from the Israeli chick

“I like my clothes like I like my women: options.” --The Situation, while discussing what to pack for AC
“You like your women like you like your underwear: dirty.” --Pauly D

“I gave her away as my sloppy seconds. How do I taste, bro?” --Vinny to The Situation

“I committed the robbery. You’d better grab your girl tight when I’m around because she wants me.” --The Situation to society in general

A Lifetime of Mistakes


As of January 23, Lifetime cheesey movies will have sunk to an all-time low with a movie based on something that didn't actually happen: a pregnancy pact.

Yarrr, Let's Save Porn!

Slap on your eye patch and break out the peg leg--YOU and your pirating ways are the reason the porn industry is failing! There are 4 other reasons as well, but we can't say that you and your laptop are directly at fault. Said reasons are: porn on demand, the fact that everybody's making sex tapes so it's no longer taboo, nerds who get off from online gaming alone, and hookers who double as porn stars and give their goods out for a small fee. The Daily Beast gets more in-depth if you care to get all of the info in order to start your Save Porn charity.

The Fun-less Ship

Unfortunately, we have some sad news for you today. Carnival Cruise Lines will no longer host cougar-themed cruises. We know, we know. Apparently things were getting too freaky between the 20-something cubs and 40+ something cougars on board and the family-friendly cruise line decided to put an end to it all.

Our condolences.

If You Bring the Gun, I'll Bring the Air Freshener

Note to self (and all of you): Guns and orgies don't mix.

After 12 hours of weed, inhalants, and beer, people get too distracted from all of the sexin going on and don't remember that the gun over in the corner is loaded. So when they go to act out a barrel-to-the-head fantasy, things go awry. Oh, and the best part is, one of the participants is 65 years old!

Yet another reason for idiots not to be allowed to own guns.

Feminism vs Promiscuity

This article presents an interesting story about feminism vs promiscuity. If girls make out and get freaky in front of a crowd, does that make them a slut or are they just being liberated?

We say liberated. If women are comfortable enough with themselves, their bodies, their self-esteem, why not let them express that? And if it gives spectators a little excitement, even better!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Hungry, Hungry Hippos

This week in Guido-ville, we get a tutorial in the all-important daily ritual of Gym, Tanning, and Laundry—more commonly known as GTL, which is how, Vinnie explains, a Guido is made. The Situation fully explains the process: “If the outfit is not lookin’ good, then the whole package is off. And if you feel off, you’re not gonna have a good night. So how do you get the best results? GTL, baby. Gym, Tanning, and Laundry. Because if everything’s put together—you look great, you feel great—it’s gonna be a good night.”

After getting the news that he won’t be evicted—despite the fact that he stole his boss’s girl and made out with her—Vinnie chats it up on the phone for 45 minutes with The Situation’s sister, trying to convince her to get on over to the Shore and go out with the gang. We’re not sure how this phone call happened—has he ever met her before? He mentions that she’s cute, but how does he know that? Or is he talking about her personality—since when do any of the guys on this show talk about a girl’s personality?

Oh, wait, The Situation has a clue: “He realizes how pretty I am, he wants to see my sister.” And he seems to be okay Vinnie going after his sis: “[He] knows not to push it too far of I’ll put him in my trunk.”

But, when the sister arrives, she is not nearly as hot as Vinnie had hoped. “She looked like Mike with a wig on. I was a little bit freaked out.” Then he ties to convince Paulie to pretend to be him.

Once Vinnie’s beer goggles are in place at the club, he doesn’t think the sis is so bad. Still, The Situation has to go scope out the scene: “When we go into the battlefield, I’m like the first strike. They send me out first. It’s like the Navy SEALS—they send them out first real quick. And I get sent out like a little reconnaissance and bring girls back.” He proceeds to pick up a girl in a tie-dyed mini dress (literally this time) and completely flashes her vag to the whole club.

Surprise, surprise, Ronnie and Sam leave the club early again. We just don’t understand why they bother getting all dressed up if they’re just going to go home after 5 minutes. Anyway, they hop into a cab and start exchanging harmless verbal jabs, including the one where Sammi calls Ron a “stumpy bastard.” In retaliation, Ronnie makes fun of Sam’s “Flintstone big toe.” While this is an amusing tidbit for us, Sam does not find it nearly as funny and proceeds to have a hissy fit in the back seat, ignoring Ronnie, who then says she’s acting like every other Jersey girl. This does not help the situation.

Back with the fun-loving group of Guidos, Snooki runs into a friend of hers at the club, saying, “If one thing leads to another, I’m not gonna tell him to get off.” She, the guy, and the rest of the gang then hop in a van to go home, but The Situation wants to make a pit stop at a different bar first. Snooki just wants to go home to make out, but gives hr man a test by telling him that he can get out and go with The Situation if he wants. He immediately jumps out of the car to go pick up chicks.

“Hard to believe, huh Snooks?” Paulie D says to comfort his friend. “It’s so hard to find a good man these days. That’s why I date women.”
At the house, Ronnie, in a pissy mood, starts grilling, wanting to be left alone. But then the van-ful of Guidos arrives and as a result, we get to the bottom of Sammi’s rant: She says he talked about her and that that’s the worst thing he could possibly do. Ummm? Then she says that she can’t help the way she looks. Come on! Insecure much? “I would never make fun of you, Ronnie!” Oh, so apparently you don’t recall saying he was a “stumpy bastard.” Shut the hell up. After Ronnie tells Sam that she overreacted, he goes downstairs to where the rest of the gang is hanging out and announces that he’s back: “I was so angry, I was like—yeah, I’m gonna go creep on girls.” Paulie gets all kinds of giddy and takes Ronnie out to a club.

Of course, Sam catches wind of this and gets pissed. Too bad getting pissed for no reason doesn’t bur calories. With her hair extensions in her hands (well, we hope they’re hers), she rants about how much guys suck.

But her guy, Ronnie, per usual goes home after 5 minutes. He just can’t do it. He regrets what he did—and what that is, we’re still trying to figure out. When he gets home, he tells Sam, “There’s no girl that’s gonna compare to you.” Gag. Gag. Gag.

Once the two lovebirds make up, The Situation rolls up with Snooki’s friend after a night of creepin’. Snooki’s not happy to see her guy back for leftovers and tells him, “Lick my ass.”

But The Situation’s not done creepin’. Any minute, he’s expecting Alice to show up at the house—she’s the girl he had in his bed one night but her friend clockblocked. When she arrives, The Situation says, “Alex rolls up with two giant bodyguards. One of which was the second grenade that was here lat time….There’s one huge grenade launcher, one grenade.”

So what does he do? He sicks Snooki on grenades 1 and 2, asking her to kick them out. Like a good roommate, she tells The Situation’s girl that she can stay, but says that the others need to leave. Well, that makes the grenades explode with insults. Snooki holds her own, until one grenade throws a drink at her and hell breaks loose. The boys get in the middle, nearly fighting the grenades themselves. Snooki, who was being cornered by one of the guys says, “Then this one girl starts charging me like a fucking hippo.” A few smacks are exchanged. Things get so bad that even Ronnie and Sammy rouse from their makeup sex slumber to help control the chaos. As the hippos get a police escort from the property, Sammy shouts the biggest insult of the night after them: “You don’t even look Italian!”

We’re not sure what that has to do with anything, but given that it’s the Jersey Shore, it must be an insult. Still, the hippos continue to scream and threat, one of them passes out and gets arrested. Then, just in time, a garbage truck rolls up, and Vinnie yells to them, “Yo, your ride’s here!” Then Paulie D laments about what white trash the girls were.

Unfortunately, in the rumble in the jungle, Snooki’s face gets fucked up again. Paulie D has a simple solution: “She needs to take some karate classes or something.”

With everyone starting to calm down, Snooki bitches out The Situaion for bringing home dumb bitches that she has to fight. She has a point. She then beats the shit out of him with a blow up, squeaky hammer. Where was that when the hippos were around? As he has her up in the air, slung over his shoulder, she punches him in the balls, which surely all of the roommates want to do as well.

“I will definitely say I felt bad about Snickers getting hit by a couple of linebackers,” The Situation says in an interview. “I necessarily didn’t want to bring home any sort of zoo creatures whatsoever. I mean, these broads probably just smelled the food at the house.”

We have a couple of questions about tonight:
1. Aside from when we saw JWOWW reviving her hotpants and fishnets uniform, where the hell was she? Especially during the melee.
2. So, The Situation was bringing that girl Alex back to the house—which started all of the mess. But let’s keep in mind—his sister was staying over. Was he just going to bang this chick with his sister right there?

Moving on. The next day, Vinnie’s family comes for a visit—about 20 of them, bearing four trays of ziti, “tank tops,” and socks for Vin. Then his mom cleans the house.

That night, the gang goes barhopping and immediately run into a dude who is asking too many questions and being overall annoying. According to Paulie D, “He wanted a problem.” We have to say, Paulie is doing a really good job at deflecting the guy’s comments and trying to cut him off from the group. But once Paulie and The Situation leave to go home to call in some females to get the party going at Beachcomber, things quickly deteriorate.

Ronnie and Sammy go to leave the bar around the same time as the annoying guy and his girlfriend, who do their best to walk parallel to our dear Guidos, harassing them all the way. Ronnie and Sammy try to ignore them, but it gets to be too much, and the guy tells them, “Go back to SI where you belong.” Then he yells at Sam, who is antagonizing the guy—even engaging him is making things worse, but she apparently can’t wrap her head around that. So she starts talking about the girlfriend’s fake Louis bag while she, herself, looks to be carrying a fake Chanel. To get her to shut up, Ronnie gives Sammy a little shove at yells at her for antagonizing the guy, who starts shouting about domestic violence. Sammy storms off just in time for the fight to break out with Ronnie pounding on the guy and the guy’s girlfriend trying to break it up, but really just getting a few smacks in on Ronnie. As the two guys tussle on the boardwalk, the girl tries to pull Ronnie off by his belt.

Cut to the house, where Paulie D and The Situation are putting in their calls to random ladies they’ve met when someone beeps in to say that Ronnie just got into a fight. They immediately throw on their sneaks and run to the rescue. While Ronnie absolutely beats the crap out of the guy, the girls try to rip the guys apart, all the while talking shit to each other. Some random bouncer breaks up the fight and Ronnie walks away with a limp. The Situation and Paulie aren’t sure where on the boardwalk the fight is happening, so they decide to follow the sound of the police sirens.

As Ronnie and Sammy head back home, Ronnie tells her to stop talking to him and blames the fight on her, which makes her feel bad—and she should. Learn how to keep your mouth shut.

Finally The Situation and Paulie catch up to Ronnie to find out the situation. They escort him home where Ronnie starts flipping furniture, pissed about the fight but also upset that he pushed Sammy. She’s crying about it to Snooki when Ronnie goes to comfort her, but all she can say is, “You just traumatized me.”

He apologizes and the two kiss and make up.

He says, “I have the best girl in seaside and I don’t want to mess this up.”

They hug awkwardly on a deck chair as our screen fades to black.

OOh, Is that Bettie You're Wearing?

So this is the dumbest f'ing product we've ever heard of: My New Pink Button.


Basically, it's temporary dye for your labia. As if anyone gives a fuck what the hell color your labia is.


For a mere $29.95 you can choose from 4 hues: Marilyn, Bettie, Audrey, Ginger. Now, while we're sure that these Hollywood starlets would be thrilled to know that their namesakes are being used to describe the shades of vag dye, we're not so sure they would have cared how "daring" or "Ginger-licious" their poon was. Or, for that matter, if they would want to express (via the color of their labia) that "sexy hot pink, I am fired up, look."


Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. DUMB!

Hey, You Have Some Nice Rims on Those...Condoms?


Between the oh-so-awesome pickup line "I wanna rev your engine" and The Hoff's bizarre-o "Jump In My Car," and the term "rubbers," we can understand how the Ruskies would equate condoms with automobiles.


Monday, January 11, 2010

The Many Moans Women Make

Ladies--which orgasm moan do you make? Check out this Chinese Durex commercial (it's just a black screen, so it's okay for work provided that you have headphones) and let us know. Maybe you are "Ingenue," or maybe you scare the hell our of your partner with a sob-like moan. Maybe you go Tarzan/Jane style with "Wild...." Who knew there were so many options?

The Grind

So, this is a fun story. A dude in England decided to hump a steel pipe, and when he became aroused by the act, his wang got stuck in there. It gets better. When emergency responders arrived, they had to GRIND the pipe off. We can just imagine how many of you guys out there would love to have a metal grinder/saw a...nywhere close to your goods.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Guidos--Better Late Than Never!

Cozied up with a bowl of homemade butternut squash soup, it’s time to fire up the DVR and watch the New Year’s Eve episode of Jersey Shore.

We start out with Snookie post-punch weeping on the ground of the bar, the punching douche bag fleeing like he’s on fire, only to get nabbed by cops and escorted to the cruiser while a mob of Guidos shouts and curses him out. Again, it’s surprising that the Guidos didn’t have a more violent reaction, though they did attempt to throw a few punches (not of the fist-pumping persuasion) toward the DB’s friends.

After Snookie gets some ice and is assured that none of her teeth are broken, the gang decides to go back to the house to cool off and collect themselves. While the troops gather, The Situation tries to convince a random girl to go back to the house with him, saying, “We need to hang out for a little bit.”

Ronnie doesn’t like this and we totally agree with him when he says, “Snickers got punched in the face and The Situation’s creepin.” Not an okay situation, Situation.

However, Ronnie loses us when he tries to blame The Situation for instigating the punch by buying the DB shots. People buy other people shots all of the time and punches to the face are not the normal thank you. It’s not fair to pink some DB’s social dysfunction and lack of control on The Situation. But, The Situation was right there when the punch happened, and he didn’t do anything about it. Fine, he claims that he was in shock, which apparently involved guiding the DB away from the scene by the small of his back, not clobbering him with those giant muscles and then shouting, “Now THAT’S the Situation!”

The next morning dawns and we find Ronnie’s family on the doorstep, casserole in hand. Aside from his mom incessantly bitching about how long Sammy is taking to get ready and how it’s cutting into her tanning time, nothing extraordinary happens while they’re around. Interestingly, though, we heard a rumor that Ronnie is not, in fact, a Guido. He’s Puerto Rican. Now, when we heard that he was from the Bronx, we questioned how he could be a Guido, but figured that one or two must be able to infiltrate the neighborhood, but when Ronnie’s mom departs with a “Vamanos,” we have no doubt to discredit the rumors. But how could MTV lie to us like that?!

While Ronnie, Sammy, and Vinny are out with Ronnie’s fam, Snooki and JWOWW do some bonding over lunch and drinks. We can’t even express how much we love watching Snook trying to take a shot with half of her mouth since the other half is still banged up from the punch.

After lunch, Snooki finds out that her DB puncher has been released on jail and is obviously afraid. But not to worry—JWOWW has a solution to make everything all better. They should go tanning, clearly! Because it fixes everything. Now, instead of dragging their asses across the boardwalk and plopping down on the sand to take in some natural sunshine, the girls hop in a car with Sammy and head to the salon for some fake and bake.
While they’re buying skin cancer, the fellas start grilling and prepping for a quiet night in. And as soon as Snooki (or as her roommates call her—still—Shnookie, Snickers, Snicky, Shnooks, Snookers) walks in the door, one of the guys tries to show her a live lobster. At that point, she freaks out, saying, “I’m a vet tech. I save animals, I don’t kill them.”

But even though the girls are home, they don’t help out in preparing the dinner, which annoying The Situation: “I know us guys are awesome, but come on girls—at least chip in a little bit.”

Once the gang gets settled around their big family table, the dig into the feast. Once again, we get some giggles out of watching Snookie gnaw on an ear of corn with just the right side of her mouth, which she justifies by saying, “I couldn’t get it in my mouth because I’m disabled.” Bet that’s the first time she’s ever had to use that excuse.

After a tiff about who will clear The Situation’s used plate once dinner is over, The Situation tells Sammy that because she wouldn’t throw out his garbage, “You are excluded from Surf & Turf night. You are excluded from Ravioli Night. You are excluded from Chicken Cutlet Night…. We coordinated a feast while you were getting your nails done” While we love that there are scheduled theme-dinner nights, we don’t think that girl will every allow herself to be excluded from any meal. Ever. But we have to agree with The Situation on this one. In our fam, if you cook, you don’t clean. It’s that simple.

Apparently nobody in the house likes Mike. Well, we like Mike!

Next, the gang climbs aboard a boat aptly named and head to a nearby bay that doubles as Guido mecca. Once anchored, JWOWW hops on a floatie and paddles her way over to a fat Guido on a purple, yellow, orange, and red flame boat. He ungracefully pulls her up over the side and onto said watercraft.

Back on SS “Forgetaboutit,” Paulie D jumps in the water and doggie paddles around, after which, his hair is completely in tact. Not only does this prove that his hair gel of preference is magical, it also allows us a chance to really get to know Paulie’s hair: “My hair’s windproof, waterproof, soccer-proof, motorcycle-proof. I’m not sure if my hair’s bulletproof, and I’m not willing to try that.”

Paulie says that Ronnie’s wasting his time with sam. He could be dancing with all of the guidettes on the boats.

Ronnie, who everyone believes is wasting his time with Sammy when he could be bumping and grinding with the thousands of floating Guidettes around, suddenly wants to leave. But for some reason, he aims his corralling efforts toward a getting-her-mack-on Snookie, who he literally pulls off of a boat (even though The Sitch and Paulie are right next to her)—after all of the post-punch BS he was talking about how he loves her. Guess that didn’t last long.

After Guidos on Water, we head back to the house, where Paulie D and The Situation are strategizing potential booty for the night. Cut to The Situation’s explanation: “There is def a # scheme when it comes to girls. Let’s just say 10 girls have slipped you their # within that particular week, it’s possible that 5 or 6 may not answer. Somebody may pick up but their busy. We’re prob on 3 or 4 and I’m going to have to make a decision about which group of girls are right for me and my boy Paulie.” Now cut to him on the phone with a girl asking how many friends she’s going to bring and if they are cute. When she says yes, “All right—we’ve got a situation.” As if she really would have called her friends busted. Back to The Situation: “As long as you keep calling, there will be success in your numbers game. It’s just like anything.” Very deep.

As Ronnie and the girls leave The Sitch, Paulie, and Vinny at home where they will host the phone call girl and co, Ronnie says, “They’re going fishing tonight—they’ll probably scrape something off the boardwalk.”

Let’s let Paulie D describe the detritus scraped off of said boardwalk: “They’re smart and everything, but they want to hook up just as well. I think it will take a couple times seeing them to hook up. They’re not, like, whores.” Then we’re not interested.

But apparently The Situation is, because he’s actually going to take one of them out for lunch and dinner. Wooo! Because “she’s actually a pretty girl I’m attracted to to the point where I’d rather do sweet things for you instead of you know, just come home and hook up. It’s just a different situation.”

And now we’ll get Vinnie’s take on the girls: “There are some girls that are just gonna come here, strip off their clothes, and jump in the Jacuzzi. Then there are some girls that are respectful that you have to actually treat like girls—human beings.” What a novel idea!

Okay, so we know that the guys aren’t getting any ass tonight. What is the rest of the gang up to? Well, they’re at a club, and some girls start yelling at our Guidettes for seemingly no reason, but then they cross the line and call poor Snookie (the literal and verbal punching bag) fat. Even though it’s completely try, JWOWW throws drink at the ho and then throws some punches. Even though security is involved, some random chicks come out of nowhere and yank on JWOWW’s hair. It does not stop her from beating the crap out of the loud mouth. However, JWOWW would have liked three more seconds without the bouncers, because during that time she would have been able to do justice with an upper cut. Or you could have smothered her with your ta-tas.

Back at the house, the guys say goodnight to the prudes, one of whom tells The Situation some key information: “Everybody’s talking about Mikey and Paulie, The Problem and the Situation and how they’re hooking up with everybody.” Upon hearing the news, Paulie almost pisses himself in his leopard print blankly and says, “All I wanted was to make a name for myself in NJ.” Way to go!

The next morning, as The Situation almost sets the kitchen on fire by using way too much Pam, Paulie D hauls in his DJ equipment to get ready for his gig tonight. After checking out the Italian-flag painted equipment, Ronnie dubs Paulie D “the ultimate Guido.” We agree with that.

After a greasy breakfast, The Situation is ready for lunch with the Brazilian prude from the night before. Unfortunately, he won’t answer his calls. But it’s all good. “You know what,” The Situation explains, “everybody gets stood up, everybody gets hung up on and rejected, and I’m not saying I’m not. I’m just saying 9 out of 10 times I’m good wit it.”

Before going out to see DJ Paulie D spin, JWOWW gets a delivery of the rarest (and ugliest) blue roses from her boyfriend, who, let’s remember, she cheated on with “The Ultimate Guido.” This annoys Ronnie, who calls the boyfriend a sucker and says, “I would give her shit in bubble gum. I would put my shit in a pack of bubble gum and say, ‘Chew on this.’”

To thank her boyfriend, JWOWW goes out to Paulie’s gig in hotpants and fishnets. After just a few minutes of being there, in the middle of Paulie’s set, Sammy and Ron head home to get in on.

Then Vinnie, who is finally getting a decent amount of airtime, meets a cougar. After convincing her to leave with him, they make out against a car. Then tells him that she went to the club with Danny—Vinnie’s boss. Nice going!

With another episode airing tonight, we just can’t get enough of The Jersey Shore.