So after my love letter from yesterday, I wanted to let you all know that I have not taken love too seriously, and thought I might start a new Wednesday series on the blog…
Kinda Hot Wednesdays.
My first entrant for Kinda Hot Wednesday is the ever childish, Mr. Johnny Knoxville.
Now, he’s cute, there’s no denying it, all that Jackass boyishness is repellent and attractive all at the same time. It is so distinctly male, that the female form has no power to ignore it. His playing with his balls, and other men’s balls and yukking it up with midgets is so far from what the female will do (except for playing with men’s balls), that we can’t help but be attracted to this utter display of male/boyhood.
Last night John and I watched The Ringer. Now, if you know me, you know I really abhor “funny” movies. Something About Mary? Not funny. Porkys? My lord no. Wedding Crashers? Shitstorm.
But The Ringer made me giggle pretty consistently. And it’s not just cause I do a great mentally handicapped person on stage, I’ll even go so far as to say it’s one of my specialties. I often wanted to teach a half hour workshop on how to do it, and the other half an hour on how to do deaf people, but its really pretty funny. And of course they had the Special Olympics behind them when they made it, and it’s extremely kind in its satire.
Knoxville has arguably one of the worst mentally challenged characters I’ve ever seen, but that just makes it all the more enjoyable when he comes clean, and speaks with his George Clooney voice and fixes his cute-boy hair.
And my lord, Bill Chott, who is an old acquaintance of mine, is so freaking hilarious, so very sweet and so right on with his dude, that is absolutely worth every minute just to watch him.
So, I recommend The Ringer, but I also, very heartily recommend Mr. Johnny Knoxville. Cause he’s kinda hot.
Kinda Hot Wednesdays.
My first entrant for Kinda Hot Wednesday is the ever childish, Mr. Johnny Knoxville.
Now, he’s cute, there’s no denying it, all that Jackass boyishness is repellent and attractive all at the same time. It is so distinctly male, that the female form has no power to ignore it. His playing with his balls, and other men’s balls and yukking it up with midgets is so far from what the female will do (except for playing with men’s balls), that we can’t help but be attracted to this utter display of male/boyhood.
Last night John and I watched The Ringer. Now, if you know me, you know I really abhor “funny” movies. Something About Mary? Not funny. Porkys? My lord no. Wedding Crashers? Shitstorm.
But The Ringer made me giggle pretty consistently. And it’s not just cause I do a great mentally handicapped person on stage, I’ll even go so far as to say it’s one of my specialties. I often wanted to teach a half hour workshop on how to do it, and the other half an hour on how to do deaf people, but its really pretty funny. And of course they had the Special Olympics behind them when they made it, and it’s extremely kind in its satire.
Knoxville has arguably one of the worst mentally challenged characters I’ve ever seen, but that just makes it all the more enjoyable when he comes clean, and speaks with his George Clooney voice and fixes his cute-boy hair.
And my lord, Bill Chott, who is an old acquaintance of mine, is so freaking hilarious, so very sweet and so right on with his dude, that is absolutely worth every minute just to watch him.
So, I recommend The Ringer, but I also, very heartily recommend Mr. Johnny Knoxville. Cause he’s kinda hot.
2 comments:
I disagree with you, Margaret. Johnny Knoxville is VERY hot.
HA! Very good point Ms. Erica.
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