

It’s time for everyone’s new favorite segment where I post someone’s picture and then you guess what crime they are being charged with. It’s basically everything you’ve ever wanted if you’re shallow and love to judge people by the way they look.
Did this man…
a) get caught trying to get a blow job from a cow
b) rob a 7-11
c) go on a wild flashing and public masturbation spree
d) get arrested for driving while under the influence of alcohol, and puked on the officer during the field sobriety test

I don’t ask much of my readers, because I know how lazy you are. Otherwise I wouldn’t have to spend time hunting for scandals instead of sleeping until noon hungover on my couch. I get it though, I mean if you guys weren’t lazy you’d probably have your own site and I’d be out of business.
However, today I’m asking all of my fellow assholes across the cunt-ry to get motivated. I’m asking you to put on a pair of pants, go to your local movie theater, and see Tucker Max‘s movie I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell.
You might be too dumb or lazy to realize it, but by going to see the movie this weekend you’re going to help I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell move towards a nationwide release. That shit costs money, and if this film (it’s an Indie) gets the funding for a nationwide release, it’ll be like taking a big steaming dump on the chest of feminism your worst enemy’s mom the protesters who have created a rape culture that doesn’t exist just for the sake of having something to protest. Or maybe they couldn’t get tickets to one of the screenings?
So do you get it yet? Go see this movie, have some laughs, make your girlfriend feel a little less slutty, and help show these vagenes that nobody gives a shit about their made up cause.
If that doesn’t convince you, then do it for this chick. I convinced her to take a shitload of naughty pictures with the understanding that I can only show them to anyone who emails me a picture of their I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell ticket stub.



This what happens when you’re hot and you’re not really a “working” actress any more. Your “work” then becomes making sure that your ass doesn’t look huge on the red carpet, and making sure that it gets photographed so that people like me will say “hey, look at that ass – I want to do dirty things to that ass. Ya.”
Next thing you know, you’ve got a D-List movie gig and you’re back in business.
