Aside from statutory rape, Kristen Bell is the hottest thing going this month. So I dissected the latest trailer for her new movie, Forgetting Sarah Marshal , to give you guys a HQ bikini still image to drool over until the romantic comedy debuts May30th 2008. And so you don’t get us confused with the countless other sites that will be doing the same, I’ve also added some candid paparazzi photos from when she was shooting her pink bikini scene…
Additional MUST SEE candid photos and the comical trailer after the jump…
Vivid Entertainment, the same company that promised to release the Olivia Mojica Sextape but ended up just pussying out and sending cease and desist letters to any site that was promoting the DVD for the gonorrhea licking company, has again released a preview trailer for yet another American Idol contestant sex tape.
The 22-year-old Sierra was a finalist in the fourth season of AMERICAN IDOL® but was eliminated on March 30, 2005 after she sang “On the Side of Angels.” Idol host Simon Cowell said she was one of the strongest vocalists in the competition. She originally started singing in church at the age of three and as a teenager she performed in recitals for both presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush.
Vivid obtained the Sierra video from an unidentified third party. It contains 72 minutes of footage showing her having hardcore sex with a man believed to be her boyfriend at the time.
The full DVD is expected to be released January 30th of next year. So I’m assuming the uncensored trailer should be out by next Monday, Jessica Sierra should be filing suit against the timid Vivid by about Wednesday, and we should be receiving our holiday F*CK YOU card from the trailer teasing company tomorrow.
So be sure you download the Sierra trailer before we’re forced to take it down, and when that happens don’t forget to stop on back so we can show you exactly where the entire efin DVD is available for download free of charge.
And just in case this is your first time on the internet and you have no idea about Jessica’s sextape, her arrest record, or blowjob bribe you can catch up on all the news below:
I hate to start things off today on such a negative note but other than spoiled kids and the Catholic church does anyone actually look forward to Christmas anymore? I know I don’t. The entire ordeal has become nothing more than an ad-driven amalgamation of useless consumer products that are of such inferior quality you were better off keeping the “outdated” version in the first place. It’s ridiculous. Every year millions of people are bombarded by television commercials touting the latest “must have” product and every year those same millions get stuck with another designer coaster. Take the following for example:
DVD Players: Remember when DVD players cost more than your life? Not anymore my friends. Now every Chin, Chang, and Suzuki is making them, which means you can now walk into any retail store and plop down five hours worth of minimum wage for a player that stops working after a few spins or doesn’t work at all. Either way you’re forced to take the hunk of shit back (and suffer the indignity of getting interrogated by an overly ambitious Wal-Mart version of Colombo) or exchange it for another one in the hopes that this time you can watch the second season of Buffy without having a seizure.
GPS Devices: Again, when these things first came out they were so cool you could score some ass just by telling a girl you had one. Now they’re so plentiful even your 90-year-old grandfather has one and can get you lost just as quick as he can. Seriously, if you can make it to your destination without stopping at a BP station to ask for directions (which probably would have been your best bet in the first place) you must have typed in wrong to begin with.
Cell Phones: If you own one of these useless chunks of plastic I have to ask why? Not only is it the most annoying invention since the Chia Pet (anyone who has ever involuntarily been party to some fat, obnoxious woman’s conversation while standing in line at the store knows what I’m talking about) but unless you’re standing on the summit of Mt. Everest the odds of actually completing a call without a code breaker’s handbook are worse than being struck by lighting. Can you hear me now? I didn’t think so.
And on and on it goes. I could sit here for hours and rattle off a grocery list of this kind of junk but I think you get the point. I also think I’m not alone when I say that no matter what may be taking place outside (snow, rain, the Apocalypse) the morning of the 26th is absolutely beautiful.
Fergie and her rock hard abs appear on the cover of Blender magazine’s January 2008 issue where the music mag declares the Black Eye Peas singer their “Women of the Year” for 2007.
And why not? Shes has hit records, huge boobs, and was a depressive drug addict way before it was cool to be one… You could almost call her a trend setter.
If I were to tell you Linda Cardellini looks smoking hot in her pictorial with Maxim magazine for their January ‘08 issue, you’d probably say “Linda who?”
So I’m going to put up this photo comparison chart and have faith that you are smart enough to figure that out on your own.
BONUS: A Drunk Linda Cardellini Grandmas Boy Singing Karaoke and Licking Her Boob
And what the hell, her brief on screen nude scene after the jump…
WARNING VERY NSFW MATERIAL AFTER THE JUMP! Seriously, it’s pretty sick sh*t. (more…)
You want to hear (read) something funny? I was at Wal-Mart yesterday stocking up on goodies (read: booze) for a Christmas party and it wasn’t until I paid for everything (and caught looks of great concern by pretty much everyone in line), got in the car and began to drive home that I realized I completely forgot my girlfriend’s loofah. The punchline here is that’s what I went there for in the first place. Well, that and a big bag of beef jerky, but that’s another story. Now you might be asking yourself why the hell I went to Wal-Mart just for a loofah and all I have to say is if you have to ask that question you’re never been married, had a girlfriend, or been laid.
Anyway, I’m on my way home and remember the loofah. With me so far? Great. So I turn the car around and am making my way back to Wally World (hey, Subway) when out of the blue a fucking bird smacked into my windshield. Get that? A bird was flying along, thinking about whatever birds think about, and apparently came to the conclusion that being dead was better than living its little bird life (I imagine eating worms and shitting on unsuspecting passersby loses its allure after a while) and pulled a kamikaze right into my windshield. What are the odds of that?
At first I thought someone threw a rock at my window (kids are little pricks like that) but after I saw the feathers explode like a mortar and the dollop of birdy blood on the glass I realized what happened. I promptly pulled my heart out of my ass and it was at that point that I felt a little tinge of sorrow for the bird. Now I know it probably didn’t feel a thing because I was going 50 (in a thirty) and poor little Tweety had to be doing at least half that, but I’m the kind of guy who has more empathy for animals than humans in the first place so I couldn’t help myself. I don’t mind telling you I held a moment of silence for our dearly departed feathered neighbor.
Just kidding (Jesus, I’m not gay). But I did completely forget why I turned around in the first place, stopped at Subway for a foot-long turkey club and drove home without the loofah. When I got home and told my girlfriend why I forgot what she sent me to get in the first place (after two different attempts) she just stared at me like I just got done banging her sister, told me I was stupid and walked away.
Aside from statutory rape, Kristen Bell is the hottest thing going this month. So I dissected the latest trailer for her new movie, Forgetting Sarah Marshal
Fergie and her rock hard abs appear on the cover of Blender magazine’s January 2008 issue where the music mag declares the Black Eye Peas singer their “Women of the Year” for 2007.
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