Hottie Of The Month

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 20 - 2009 - Monday ADD COMMENTS

As soon as teenage boys hit middle school, there’s one thing that excites them more than the thought of getting laid: the thought of getting laid by the foreign exchange student.

It’s like you’ve been fantasizing about vanilla ice cream all semester long and, all of a sudden, voilà, a taste of semi-sweet chocolate struts in the door.


“Help me with my math, por favor?”

Brazilian beauty Caroline de Souza Correa is the latest (more than) semi-sweet flavor to arrive on Hollywood’s shores. She began her career as a model, with credits as varied as Frederick’s of Hollywood to Nokia, and is now pursuing her acting career. She’s had bit parts in Stealth, Star Wars III: the Revenge of the Sith, Fast & the Furious Tokyo Drift, and David Mamet’s Red Belt.


“Who’s the Brazilian extra with the face and ass?”
“Don’t forget the tatas. They’re magic.”

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TGR: What’s your favorite cocktail?

CDSC: I have worked as a bartender before, and I am not the girly cocktail type. Margarita is my choice. However I love scotch too.

TGR: If a guy wanted to approach you, should he work up some big routine? Or just keep it simple?

CDSC: He should keep it simple: “Hi, how are you?”

TGR. What are things he should avoid?

CDSC: Approaching me! Haha.


“Seriously, you actually think you could handle this?”

TGR: What are the differences between American and Brazilian men?

CDSC: The passport color.

TGR: Tell me the difference between a Brazilian women’s temperament and an American’s?

CDSC: Brazilians are very emotional beings. Very hot, short temper. However, they have a big loving warm heart. But you have to want to take this trip. Because it will be a lifetime experience. I wouldn’t recommend it for those with bad hearts. They are all ball-breakers ;)


“I will crush you, Obi-Wan.”

TGR: Do you take care of yourselves differently than American girls?

CDSC: I think Brazilians are very body conscious, and very aware of health matters. We are more natural, and less junk food types. But that’s a very personal choice and I don’t think I should make this a generalization.

TGR. What kind of roles would you ultimately like to play as an actor?

CDSC: All life experiences are valid and very interesting. The art of telling stories is what makes it so unique and worth working for. I really have no preferences. I’m just the channel to different life situations which are presented to me in a text.

“Oh, I wonder if I made the right choice with blue today.”

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2009 NFL Championship Cheerleaders

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 20 - 2009 - Monday ADD COMMENTS

From the deserts of ‘Zona to the frigid land of Philly, in between a wee bit of Baltimore and a long lost memory of Pittsburgh. They’re the cheer squads competing to lead their teams to glory — or at least a few good orgasms.

Arizona Cardinal Cheerleaders

“We got laid! Imagine that.”

“Hand on shaft, er, stick. Check!”

“Can you believe we’re 35, average and still cheerleaders?”

“Guess what’s for dessert in the desert boys?”

“Oh, Edgerrin, what a big…you have.”

Philadelphia Eagles Cheerleaders

“Next year I am going to incorporate a palm frond into my routine.”

“Dare you to bite here, Mr. Warner.”

“Good thing I got on that raft from Cuba.”

“Ouch this thingie makes my boobies hurt.”

“How do I camouflage the boobies I don’t have?”

“I bet you could bounce more than quarters off my tummy.”

Baltimore Ravens Cheerleaders

“No, you’re not seeing double (trouble).”

“Is this how the Eagles girls did it?”

“You put your left breast in…”

“You stick your right butt out…”

“Look, ma! Totally shaven. And I mean totally.”

“You say anything about me, I kill you. Do the words Ray Lewis mean anything to you?”

Pittsburgh Steelerettes

Note: The Steelers have no cheerleaders! But they used to…

“Remember when we used to look hot and inspire millions? How come they stick us in row Z-102 now?”

“Oh, fiddily-sticks! Go Steelers! I love you Ben!”

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Recommended viewing: Miss Depression 2009

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We Rip Suicide Girls A New One

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 20 - 2009 - Monday ADD COMMENTS

For the uninitiated, a Suicide Girl is not someone who just slit her wrists and took a warm bath to hell. Although, she could’ve tried at one time. In this case, a Suicide Girl is the Internet’s equivalent of a 21st Century pin-up girl. Betty Page gone really, really bad.

Warning: SGs are definitely not the kind of girls you bring home to mom and dad — unless mom and dad happen to live in a trailer and run a meth lab. In many cases, they’re the kind of vixens who are going to strap you to a chair, strip down to reveal their multiple tattoos, and piercings, and then, if you’re lucky, they’ll bang your brains out without putting their cigarette out on your wrist.

After which, they might be apt to crack a tall, light up a smoke and tell you how they’re just trying to express themselves. And, oh yeah, what a f*cked up, male-dominated world it is. Fair enough. But when the rant goes on to say that SGs give women a sense of female empowerment, we can only say: WTF?

These are probably not the kind of women mother of all feminists Gloria Steinem was thinking about when she spearheaded the movement. In all honesty, and, yes, from a guy’s perspective, the SGs seem like just another angle on taking people’s money in the Wide, Wide, World of Porn.

The SG concept was born in 2001 in Portland, Oregon, hatched by a woman named Missy Suicide.


“Hint: that’s not my real last name.”

Missy says she started the enterprise as an art project/experiment: “I always loved pin-up girl photography, and I wanted to photograph girls that I knew with the same sort of control and respect classic pin-ups were given.”

The actual term “Suicide Girl” was taken from a Chuck Palahniuk novel called Survivor. Missy Suicide says: “If I had known the site would be so popular then, I might have thought the name out a bit more.”

And, yes, they are popular. Currently there are 1,829 Suicide Girls, and a quick Googling brings up over 3,000,000 links. From the success of their website, the SGs have spun their brand into novelty items, a coffee table book, a radio show, and even a national touring production — which I happened to catch on DVD.

What goes on in the touring production? They call it “burlesque.” I call it Amateur Stripper Hour: Lots of pasties, playing with their own nipples, ass cheeks quivering, hula hoop gyrations, dowsing one another in beer, and then, for the big encore, one-finger salutes for their adoring audience — garnering the approval they obviously crave.

Sounding like grandpa here, but why else would a woman get naked on stage? Other than for the ego-fix, and $$$, that comes along with it? Enough of this crap, calling what they do “art.” This isn’t classical burlesque like in the old days. And, every moment I saw was far from art, and far from creative. Did I want to spank my monkey? No, certainly not for the art-factor.

It was like Myspace Gone Wild™: young women desperate for the attention their parents never afforded them. Of course, I’m generalizing. I am sure some of the SGs grew up in warm, and loving two-parent homes. Ok, three or four of them.

I’m guessing most have probably been on the fringes of family and society since high school. At which point they realized they were “different” and they needed to find an alternative avenue to hangout on in order to separate themselves from the pack. Nothing wrong with that.

In comes the piercings, tattoos and dyed hair, and along with it, the intended shock-value they have added to their persona: We don’t fit in with the cliques, but f*ck you, we don’t care, this is who we are, now deal with it, bitches!

And while Missy Suicide says the SGs were outcasts who never belonged to any one faction, they certainly do now. They have committed the same faux-pas they have probably accused mainstream society of, one too many times: they have labeled themselves.

Of course, labels are easy shorthand for us to identify something by. And when I asked my tattoo-plastered Coffee Shop Barista if she knew who the SG were, of course she did.

When I asked her if she thought they represented female empowerment, she said yes. I asked how. She said it was in the way they are comfortable with their bodies, that they aren’t succumbing to the pressure of what the usual Barbie/Cosmo Girl is supposed to look like.

And, in that sense, maybe she was onto something: these are girls who have gone against what pop culture has told them they’re supposed to look like, and how they are supposed to behave. F*ck Cosmo, right?

But what about furthering female empowerment in terms of a male dominated world? Which was actually, correct me if I’m wrong, the ideal which feminism was founded upon.

I asked Coffee Shop Barista if it furthered a woman’s agenda in that case. She said, “No, it’s probably just another excuse to justify doing what they’re doing.”

And, what they’re doing, is getting naked and making Missy Suicide and her partner a ton of cash.

Yes, the SG get paid for their photos, and they are allowed to promote their specific projects on their web pages (even if it’s phone sex). But the buck stops there, and is handed over to Missy, and co-founder Sean Suhl. Who happens to call himself Spooky Suicide. And that’s not only on Halloween.

Speaking of Spooky, a couple years back, the SG had a mutiny on their hands when former SGs got together and claimed Spooky is the driving force behind the whole venture, and that he treats the girls harshly, and traffics in inappropriate management.

The protestors have since branched out to form their own sites, like: GodsGirls and Deviant Nation.

So, lets get this straight:

1) The SG start as a fringe group.

2) Then they become so large that they fracture into splinter groups, with the castoffs claiming the Mother Ship was only in it to exploit their, ahem, assets.

3) Look at both those splinter groups now. Oh! They’re not exploiting anyone! Nope, it’s all about the art.


“Can’t we all just get along?”

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UCLA Cheerleader Hottie Of The Week

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 20 - 2009 - Monday ADD COMMENTS

Name: Elise


“I am No.1. Hehe.”

Proper title: Dancer! Not “cheerleader.”


“I will, however, work with pom-poms.”

Major: Pre-Med/Pre-Dental


“He stole my jersey! Bad bear! No teeth cleaning for you.”

What she does: Inspires.


“A girl can only be on her feet for so long.”

Why we like her: She inspires.


“Try me on for size?”

Why we lust after her: She’s got that Eva Longoria thing going on — yet, younger and not as many times around the block. We hope!


“Only 13!” OK, we’ll accept that number.

More 411:

Favorite Movie: Chicago, The Notebook, Mean Girls, Center Stage, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, 10 Things I Hate About You
Favorite Books: The Notebook, The Great Gatsby, Hamlet
Favorite Color: Pink
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked
Personal Motto: “Work hard, Play hard.”
If your house was on fire and you could save one thing, what would it be? My puppy.

So, let that be a reminder to you, boys. DO NOT forget to go back for the puppy! And, oh yeah, there’s more where she came from…

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Recommended viewing: More: Hotties of the Week

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Lingerie Bowl Hottie Of The Week 2

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 20 - 2009 - Monday ADD COMMENTS

Dudes,

She’s 20-years-old, she likes to hit hard and her favorite color is black n’ blue. Oh, what we wouldn’t give to be her tackling dummy. Did we mention her favorite team is the Dallas Cowboys.


“Let’s see Jessica Simpson throw like this.”

What’s your signature play? Major D, baby. Anyone who gets in my way, will be taken out!

Turn-ons? Lean and Cut, humorous, and romantic.

Turn-offs? Bad sense of style, conceited, insecure.

Favorite pet? Horse, and believe me, I RIDE good and hard ;)

Vodka or Tequila? TEQUILA…straight shots, no chaser.


“You don’t think I can get a little dirty?”

Anything that confuses you about guys? They can see a girl they know on the cover of a magazine half naked and that’s hot! But if it’s their girlfriend getting the attention, it’s NOT!


“FYI: Beware boyfriends, have bod, will model.”

Pet peeves about guys? Overprotective, jealous.

Fav thing about guys? Built shaped arms, colored eyes, nice smile.

Least fav thing about guys? Beer bellies: Get OUT!!

Do you like a guy to kiss you on the first date? Only if I’m into him and in a hot or romantic way…don’t rush me for a kiss!


“You want some of these lips? Can you handle these lips??”

You know the moment you see a man if you’re attracted, don’t you? Of course, but the first thing that comes out of his mouth could ruin it all!

Are guys vocal enough about their needs in bed? Not usually.

Do they attend to your needs adequately? Only one has.


“Step up to the plate, slugger.”

What could they improve on? Be more creative, don’t be afraid to try new things, read up if you have to…lol.

How do you ultimately want to be treated by a guy? Like a queen!! That’s the way every girl should be treated…spoiled, treated, and pleasured ;)

If they did a movie of your life, who would play you? Cameron Diaz, she doesn’t look anything like me, but she reminds me of me.


“But I’m probably a little hotter.”

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Riley in Lingerie Party Video 1
Riley in Lingerie Party Video 2
Riley’s Space
Lingerie Hottie of the Week 1
Lingerie Hottie of the Week 3

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Miss Depression 2009

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 20 - 2009 - Monday ADD COMMENTS

Economy getting you down? Tell us about it. But what better way to forget about our troubles for a few minutes than to look at our contestants for Miss Depression 2009? “Nice!”

Is modeling the “emaciated camel-toe” look. She likes Paxil, the thought of murdering her father and smudge-free tighty-whities.

Is modeling the frumpy “why the f*ck are you making me walk this catwalk” look. She likes sharp bangs, being banged by bikers and small floods in the south of London.

Is modeling the “dead beaver on the head” look. She likes Gumby, stilts and an occasional rice cake or two.

Is modeling the “angry feminazi” look. She likes things that go frilly in the night, androgynous pets and Prince.

Is modeling the “oops, I just fell down, this job is harder than I thought” look. She likes running shoes, Pisces and embarrassing photos that make her look like an ass.

Is modeling the “patterns-disguised-as-art in a SoHo gallery” look. She likes biting the heads off small penises, Prozac and Elliot Smith.

Is modeling the “early pregnancy test kit in a purse” look. She likes men who don’t knock her up, her hairstylist Jevan and musician Pink.

Is modeling the “white theme party” look. She likes seeing out of one eye, pop tarts and men who don’t fart in bed.

Is modeling the “BBW Goddess” look. She likes queening, Queen and flour as an all-purpose aphrodisiac.

Is modeling the “Western African diet” look. She likes magic pendants, the TV show Bones and 24/7 total f*cking depression.

P.S. Yes, “her vagine hang like a sleeve of wizard.”

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Recommended viewing: Our Girl Page

 
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Luke Walton 101

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 15 - 2009 - Wednesday ADD COMMENTS

lukewalton_mainLuke Walton lets us in on seven topics close to his heart. Note: DO NOT cue violins or the Lifetime Network. This is basketball, homies!

HIS DAD:

He’s a freak about plants. My dad can walk through a garden and name out every single plant. The first thing he does every morning is a walk off his yard. He checks out all the plants and yells at the gardeners.

HIS BROTHERS:

Our basketball games ended up in a fight every day. I was about to square off with Nate once, and my best friend David caught my arms, trying to break it up, and Nate karate-kicked me in the wrist. My whole wrist was, like, hanging there, broken, and I’m crying and stuff…And they’re doing work around the house, so there’s a wood saw on the corner of the basketball court. Nate starts trying to grind my head against it. Luckily it wasn’t plugged in.

HIS SURFING:

I surf, but not during the season. I can get up and go straight. I got a huge board. So I kind of just start yelling, if there’s other people on the wave: ‘Either get out of the way, or we’re going to crash’.

A lot of my friends surf, so I’ll go out with them and they’ll clear a wave for me. They’re my boys. They get on both sides of me and they’ll take off. And I’ll be fine, I’ll just go straight. Otherwise, I’m gonna crash into someone and it’s not going to be pretty.

HIS MOB CONNECTIONS:

When I was a rookie, we had an actual ‘Movie Mob’. D. Fish was the head of it, and Devean George was the CEO. Me and Cookie were the interns. We had to always go check the movie times and we’d get to the theater first and buy the tickets.

Now, Cookie (until he was shipped out) and I are the owners and Jordan Farmar’s our intern. We got a little group of us that goes: B-Cook, Ronny Turiaf and Farmar. It’s a good way to go out. If you sit in your hotel room all day, you’re just gonna go insane.

THE CLUB SCENE:

Dude, there’s only so many movies you can go to before you need a little bit of clubbing. But if we do go out before a game night, we’re not out there getting drunk. Guys are pretty responsible about that.

SUMMER VACATION:

Richard Jefferson and Channing Frye come stay with me in San Diego. They’re both from Phoenix. And we can’t really go to Phoenix in the off-season, because it’s so dang hot. So they come out here. So does Brian Cook and Kareem Rush. We workout in the morning and afternoon and, at night, we just kind of hang out and have fun…

THE FUN:

We bought a bunch of paintball guns and we went terrorizing the neighborhood. We weren’t going after houses, but we went to the little park down the street and we’d get teams of four-on-four, until we got chased off by the neighbors. They called the cops, so we had to do a getaway. You might not even want to put that in print. In case we’re fugitives.

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Fav Porn Titles 8

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 15 - 2009 - Wednesday ADD COMMENTS

favporntitlesHere’s what we’re doing. We’re counting backwards from 9. In other words, the first installment of our fav porn titles was No. 9, so this one, the 8th, would be our second. Got it? Can we call in the fluffer now to deliver a list of this week’s favorites?

Once again, five are real, five are made up. You decide which.

1. Honolulu Horse Breeder
“Sexy stable women are asked to go the extra mile for their trainer.”

2. Bent Over N Juicy 2
“International hotties burst open with love juices.”

3. Bang My Clit Slowly 3
“A team of beautiful coeds find that softball isn’t their first love.”

4. Honey, I Boned the Kids
“Thirty-five sexy Mormon daughters compete for the attention of their father.”

5. Wheelchair Wanda and the Seven Dwarfs 2
“A paraplegic MILF rolls with seven boy toys. ”

6. Dawg the Booty Hunter
“Dawg punishes vixens for porn misconduct.”

7. Come on My Tattoo 2
“Exciting women demand complete satisfaction.”

8. Big Sausage Pizza 12
“Hungry women need plenty of meat to satisfy their appetites.”

9. Filty Hitchhikin’ Sluts
“Lusty women seek rides on the horny highway.”

10. Great Balls of Fury 8
“Sizzling babes who like to light men’s genitals on fire.”

Real: 2, 6, 7, 8, 9
Not Real: 1, 3, 4, 5, 10

If you scored lower than 3, may we suggest a little visit to your nearest PPV menu. Watch. Rinse. Repeat.

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The Politics of Clubbing

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 15 - 2009 - Wednesday ADD COMMENTS

As the country gets revved up for next year’s big presidential elections, it’s your turn to get versed in the politics of clubbing. Because, like every facet of life, even clubbing comes with mazes of bureaucracy to finesse – from snaking past the no-neck bouncer (sorry if that’s you, pal) to getting a drink when the line is six deep.

And, unlike politics, it’s not whether you win or lose that counts, it’s how you play the game. The game that should be played with one goal in mind: to have fun. (And, oh yeah, if you score with the babes, bonus).

1. Game Plan

It happens often. You want to go one place and your friends want to go elsewhere. How to decide which path to take? As the Zen Monk might say: the path of least resistance.

That means, if your posse is hounding you to go somewhere, rather than hold out, and try to argue the point, let it go. Follow their lead. And here’s why: Many times I have had my mind set on a specific club. Because, you know, quite honestly, I thought it was going to be where the most action would be. When I say “action,” I mean: ass. In fact, I was convinced it was where I was going to hook-up with Miss Right Now. But eventually the finagling over where to roam made me not want to go out at all. And by the time I got to wherever we ended up, I wasn’t in the mood to be there. And, if Miss Right was in da house, I am sure she read my body language, and she probably passed me by for another Mr. Right Now.

Funny enough, when I was man enough not to have to “get my way,” I would miraculously meet someone. Probably because I had let go of my agenda and I was just going with the flow. And, if the club they picked sucked ass, there was always time to double-back on my original idea.

2. The Red Vine

Any way you look at it, this one sucks for guys. Trying to get past the no-neck bouncer is harder than trying to come up with an exit plan for Iraq. Obviously, if you’re a hot chick, it’s not hard giving No-neck a little hug, so he thinks you actually want him (for the two seconds it takes him to lift the rope). But if you’re a guy, not gonna work.

The only thing that is going to work is:

A) You come with hot chicks.

B) You get to the club early enough so you don’t have to wait in line.

C) You, like the good politician, get to know the bouncer over time, i.e., Find out his name, shake hands, be polite and patient (not pushy!), find out a few things about him (like what gym he works out at), and let time take care of the rest. When he is ready, and thinks you’re cool enough, he’ll let you know by parting the red (vine) seas and giving you V.I.P. treatment.

Lastly, there’s always the bribe. But this one, like politics, is very tricky. Who can be bought and who can’t? For this one, you want to approach the bouncer very casually. You might try having a bill inconspicuously in your hand and saying something like, almost jokingly, “How ya doing? Are you accepting gifts tonight?” When he says “Huh? WTF??” You say, “Just kidding. I was just trying to see if I could get in a little sooner. No worries.”

He’ll either tell you to get lost (“Back of the line, bud”), or laugh and play along. If he does the latter, you may be able to persuade him over to the darkside.

3. The Drink Line

This one can suck for both sexes. My advice for this one is to think of that Zen Monk dude again. Let it go. Get yourself in place, but do not be pushy or try to pressure the bartender. Just assume the position and stay there with a relaxed, calm smile on your face, especially every time the bartender looks in your direction. When the bartender answers the old Sesame Street adage “one of these dudes is not like the other,” you’re in. Make sure to thank them graciously and tip well, so the next time you come back, you’re treated like the biggest bird in the joint.

And, this is kind of obvious, but if there’s a cocktail waitress floating around, always track her down and go with her service. If the line at the bar is long, she’ll always be a quicker avenue for you getting lit. Same rule applies: smile and tip well. And DO NOT try to hit on her, or the bartender. This immediately puts you in the category of Loser. Do you know how many times a night guys flirt with them and win their affection? Do you know how many times this is successful? Once more, refer back to that trying to find an exit plan from Iraq thing.

4. The Babe Hunt

I saved the best for last. Because, whether we admit it or not, this is the reason we’re at the club in the first place.

Damn, I am going back to that friggin’ Zen Monk dude again. Let the female chi (read: energy) flow to you. If you’re aware of your surroundings, it’s pretty obvious when a girl wants anything to do with you. And it’s pretty obvious when they don’t. What you want to do is throw a little line out. That translates to a small smile in the direction of someone you’d like to meet.

You’ll know the instant you cast out if she’s interested. If she returns it, cool, start reeling in slowly. Don’t just cross the room right there and try to gut her. Once again, too pushy, and desperate (the biggest obstacle to you getting laid). Reeling in anything worthwhile takes time. And, this is the big one, when she doesn’t return your smile, don’t play the ego game and keep going after her. No matter how hot she is: accept and move on.

When you finally do have a catch on the line, it’s all about honesty and humor. F*ck the cheesy lines they teach you at double your dating dot com. These only work with chicks who are drunk enough to puke on you at the end of the night. Approach your girl with honesty first, “Hi, you’ve got a really nice smile and I wanted to know your name.” And then hit her with the self-deprecating humor, “Of course if you’d rather I tie a brick to my leg and jump off a bridge…”

Stop being afraid of rejection! This is what keeps us from being honest and taking chances. Know that rejection only exists in your mind. You create it. Not them. If you feel good about yourself, and trust that, what’s best for you will come your way, you’ll have no problem with putting your ass on the line to meet Miss Right Now.

And, hey, if you do score: PLEASE, no macking in front of everyone. Take the sh*t outside. Trust me, no one wants to see you O-bam-a her in public. And, if she looks like Hillary Clinton, or Rudy Giuliani, we really don’t want to see it!

Recommended viewing: Cool Bar & Drink websites

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8 Ways to Tell Your Band Sucks

Posted by Mr. Guy July - 15 - 2009 - Wednesday ADD COMMENTS

dtl_cid_danny-bonaduce1. Citing Extreme Suckatude, even Myspace Tom de-friends you.

2. Groupies are weighing in at over 200lbs. Bringing their own flour to concerts.

3. Latest gig at church bake sale. They made you pay for the Cool-Aid.

4. Lead singer’s looks, and talent, compared with Danny Bonaduce.

5. Lead singer actually is Danny Bonaduce.

6. People constantly complimenting you on how cool your guitar case is.

7. Concert appearances frequently end in Disturbing The Peace charges, and full cavity searches, just “because.”

8. You can’t get sex, and you have no drugs, and your rock n’ roll sounds like a cross between a chinchilla in heat and the Iraqi National Anthem.

P.S. Oh, say, can you see, if you’re a “friend” and you have this sneaking suspicion I think your band blows, please don’t ever invite me again. I promise to remember you at Christmas.

Long enough to run the other way. Attention Shoppers! Sucky band member on aisle four…

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