“Once you start getting that momentum swinging…it starts to go deep. You can feel it.”

Yes, Carl’s Jr. has actually employed a babe-like dude in one of its ads.

Ragnarok imminent.

“You know I had my horoscope done before I flew out to Hong Kong. And it said that I was going to cross over water — and meet the biggest person in my life!”

You don’t get to fuck someone and take it back, even if you are a straight “celebrity.”

That’s just life.

A few weeks ago, it was reported that the current season of MTV’s The Real World was going to feature Dustin Zito, who was once a gay for pay actor (dubbed Spencer) on Fratpad. During the premiere of the show Zito confessed to having taken an opportunity after high school to be cast on a website of guys living together.

The show did not mention that these guys were also fucking each other.

Now, FratPad management has taken down content featuring anal sex scenes of Zito and has begun sending notifications to bloggers who have featured images, or linked to images of these acts, to do the same. I have never heard of a porn company giving up the opportunity to profit off of an individual’s celebrity status, which begs the questions: how much is Fratpad getting paid, and how homophobic is MTV being? I guarantee that if a female cast member had done the same thing, it would not be received with a cover-up. It would be happily exploited.

I understand the issue of content copyrighting, but welcome to the blogosphere, where images float through like water in the sea.

MTV, don’t make me start pulling out my Ray Bradbury and George Orwell references. Just because your demographic has probably never cracked open a book doesn’t mean we haven’t. This goes beyond a little anal action; the press is democratized and will not be silenced. To those who may ask to censor such material I say “Suck it!” And if you don’t know how to suck it, just ask Justin Zito; I’m sure he can show you how.

If you’re an attractive person who resides in a big city, exudes intelligence, and minds your own business, then you’ve probably been on the receiving end of a batshit diatribe from a screwloose wack bag from the planet LookAtMe! who zeroes their mania in on you for no fault of your own. You know the type — all about “honor” and “respect” (their own), chest-thumping braggadocio, and the utter lack of any detectable superego to keep them from making a pathetic spectacle of themselves.

Watch as the ridiculously attractive fox on the left — who’s not only a great dresser but reads — never loses his poise or his permafrost cool in the face of a busted-up-looking fool and his lame self-branded nickname.

I’ve taken to habitually making a point to TiVo-ing Rachel Maddow so that I can fast forward through the ads.

Especially that ad.

We’ve all seen it: a doughy, Wonder Bread-looking, aging frat boy informs you how sacrosanct and special his marriage is as he rails in righteous indignation against the website AshleyMadison.com — basically a go-between for unfaithful, slutty hets (wives are the target demographic) to get some action on the side. It makes Jesus cry when they do it, but it doesn’t stop them.

His name: Ryan Hill. His organization: MyMarriageMatters.org. The mission statement: “I wuv my blonde trophy wife, and because marriages are just like fading pixies, when you lose faith in yours, mine starts to die.”

There’s been such a deluge of hetero hang-wringing about the dread decline of marriage into travesty that you’re probably tempted to add this kind of self-serving back-patting to the pile, but something about this twatty little twerp just annoyed the hell out me from the first time I encountered his pitch — weirdly, not focused on a select class of people threatening marriage, but an exact service — that I felt compelled to do a little digging.

Evidently, I’m not alone. (read the full article)

It’s OK, though — it’s not the first time Hugh’s been scrote-slapped.

I’m always tempted to do this with repairmen just to see if they’ll bite.