Thighs Wide Shut

Holy Haley Sh&t!

Miss Universe 2007, chills, thrills and plenty of spills!

Nancy O’Dell Reveals Baby Name! and it’s not Sio Bibble O’Dell!

Sacha Baron Cohen’s third alter ego Bruno is on the loose… a$$es!

Travis finally books some US tour dates. For I moment I thought they truly were the invisible band!

Lily Allen, Deborah Harry understudy!

Junior Senior’s follow-up to their brills D-D-D-Don’t Stop the Beat, Hey Hey My My Yo Yo, frynally gets a US release date, 2 years after it was released, and thus 2 years since their YUMcredible duet with the B-52 ladies, ‘Take My Time’ [d], made our year end bestness list!

DC area’s flamous burger joint Five Guys is comin to NYC! Thigh Master and his stomach approves! [My Man Marvkus]

Natalie Wood JO matz for yer father and Claudette Colbert JO matz for his father!

Remember Patsy Kensit? Doesn’t matter much when nip slips muss are abound! [NSFW]

here lies the inerts to the future 2nd-3rd Ave Deli!

Billy Ford, veep for a Georgia chemical co, and happaently not a lover of HBO man a$$

The 20 Best ‘That Guys’ of All Time [The Mask]

Darth GAYder

when Sir Mix-A-Lot met Disney’s Robin Hood bitties

Movie Paper Craft Gallery [P-Shaker]

#4 and risin when searching for ‘i ate tina yothers waffles‘

eeuauaughhhuauaahh [Jewanicur]

Engagement Announcement: Wang-Holder… which may even top the Burns-Cox combo [b3ta]

and

applying sick creativity on dead rats…

[mo]

No One Could
Match The Game
of
the mos lovable
flammin homersexual
this side of Provincetown
Charles Nelson Reilly

1931 – 2007

loved by millions, including Brak [d]

and minus these other peeps (sorry for the belatedness of sum, but what does it matter since theys already dead)

Duke’s chances of bein bona fide lax rapists champions
Soul Fooding Momma’s House of Barbershop goes outta bidness
that other SF Kevin Mitchell, and Skin, doesn’t make the cut
Central Park riding academy rides into the sunset
Pat Hill who didn’t find his thrill on Lake Pontch
Colonel Sanders’ duds maker ripped at the seams
MLK Jr’s daughter marches on to the afterlife
another gay, Howard Hugheser flies no mo
Elvis’ songster aint nuttin but a dead dog
Mending Fences be broken, for good
LSU mascot is caught not alives no mo
Mr Excitement, not so eggcitin anymo
Motel 6er deep sixered
Right Stuffer to be stuffed
50s Tarzan slips from vine, life
Newharter’s old heart stops tickin
Corrales KO’d
and
Falwell falls ill, dies, spank the lord!
AND!!!!
Dischord Records’ postpaid goes postal on itself

Heath, your denim jacket hugging has really gotten outta hand

[SuperZeroSnipe]

and you have to stop gettin yer make-up tips
from that lady from Airplane!

Special sweet sweet CANNES section!

the reviews are in and the people are loving Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/12

finally, a reason to get eggcited about mooovies again: the Coen Bros‘ return from poopstainville, No Country for Old Men, starring the bestest Bardem going!

Cuaron, Del Toro & Inarritu, some say finestestist three amigos since Dusty Bottoms, Lucky Day & Ned Nederlander Donald Duck, Jose Carioca & Panchito [mp3 fun]

and never forget the glory that was ’05’s fest

we saw 1/2 of I, skipped II & III but are mad siked for Rambo IV [trailer]. Why? The White Shadow & Dexter’s ho bag, natch!

Virgin America Airlines, cleared to have its hymen broken!

Michel Gondry, Intel Spotlight of his Sunshiney Mind

What kinda guy can get Lily Allen? Guys with big…

The Chemical Bros? They Do It Again!

Courtney Hate

File under Ferget It: When Fergie Met Fergie

if you’ve been living in a cave with Cole Slawma Bin Laden like me, you’ve also probably never seen the Indian ‘Thriller’

Remember Amy Lumet? She’s got a face rack one could never forget

RiffTrax, long awaited commentaries for all those movies that Mystery Science Theater couldn’t afford to license [the Pak Man]

Star Wars, if talkies were never invented

Wii Dog

Corn Dog Cat

Betty, introducing the first safe color specially formulated for the hair down there

shop @ F#ck’s

and if you have a kid, love Halloween and have no shame, then you have to dress like this and your child, like so!

Ricky Gervais
Highline Festival
The Theater at Madison Square Garden
May 20th

I love me some laughter, but I’m no lover of stand-up comedy^ß. I made an exception to that rule for Ricky Gervais, cause he rules^æ, and cause I also needed my spirits uplifted after I wagered my Thigh Offspring’s college fund on Mint Slewlep. Ricky did not disappoint, but I wouldn’t necessarily say that he blew my mind and my cock either. But since we all now know that I’m more of a sit-down guy in a stand-up world, I’d have to say it was the greatestist stand-up show I have ever seen (For the record, the wurstest stand-up gig I sawz was the Coz (sans Peabs), who bored me to death at the IU Aud back in the late ’90s). Ricky G keep going back and forth between political and sexual jokes, but always got the mos reaction when he was rolling out his animal bits (not to be confused his his children’s book Flanimals). Ricky seemed to be eating up one of his first American audiences as much as we were gorging on him. I hope this mutual dining will propel him to come back and do it all over again, although I won’t be mad vexed if David Bowie doesn’t introduce him each time with his ‘Pug Nose Face’ serenade from Extras like he brillsiantly did last noche

^ßIf Gawd really wanted to punish me, he should unleash 10 plagues consisting of 10 stand-up comics upon Thighland. Gawd, if yer havin trouble choosing, I’d have to recommend Paula Poundstone, David Brenner, Elaine Boosler, Rita Rudner, Dane Cook, Rosie O’Donnell, Hecky Brown, McBain, Rupert Pupkin and any random talking head comedian as seen on E! or VH1

^æaside from Special Agent Dale Cooper, is there any better character in television history than David Brent? For those playing at home, the answer is ‘no’.

Fay Grim
Mötley Fool
Trailer

Our finest President once said, ‘Fool me once… shame on… shame on you. Fool me… you can’t get fooled again.‘ I have no idea what he was blathering blatherskiting about, but then again, I really have no idea why nine years after the fact that Hal Hartley decided to make a sequel to his Cannes award winning indie gem de menthe Henry Fool. While it’s nice to see the Fool & the Gang back together again (including Liam Aiken, who played Klaus Baudelaire in the interm), and this time bein’ mixed up in some international mischief, along side Jeff Goldblum, Saffron Burrows and Telly [sorta NSFW], the end result is juss too messy to fully enjoy, even for the mos Foolhearted out there. One Fool was enuff, cause the second trip is somewhere between full of itself and runnin on empty

Netflex: indie sequels rarely work (Clerks 2 anyone?), but Indy sequels always do, so why not hit up Indiana Jones & The Last Crusade [trailer], which IMO, is even more mother superior than Raiders!

Apt MPupil3: Beatles‘ demoish versh of ‘Fool On The Hill‘ [d|vid]

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges•

Rental Round Up(dog)

Death of A President
[Trailer]

Dying for more of that James Urbaniak brand of Urbaniakness? Or perhaps yer still a bit thirsty after digging into Neil Burger’s jar-heading Interview with the Assassin. I thought you waz! So, why not try on this highly interesting photoshopped film about the fauxsassination of Resident Bush and the ‘what if’ aftermath. For being pure fiction, it’s almost a bit more thought provoking than Fahrenheit 9/11 [review], which was too darn liberal, even for this liberal!

until next thyme the balcony is clothed…