<p>Every so often, this space will feature a segment in which I go into graphic detail on a truly underrated film experience that I'd like to share with both my readers. This first entry really means a lot to me; I caught it at 4 a.m. last night on USA. The 1993 thriller <em>Judgment Night</em>.</p><p><strong>The Story: </strong></p>
<p>How hard is it to be an NFL announcer?
Welcome to my daily PIC blog, your daily source for ethnic jokes and sexual frustration. Basically this will be a venue for my random rants, jokes, jabs, and squabbles.
Throw political correctness to the wind, because when disaster hits, Justin is here to drown out the sensitive and revive the humorous.
Finally ladies, a man who undoubtedly will leave the seat down—not just for you, but for himself. Some guys just can't pee standing up.
Our official survey says 85% of readers would rather listen to a band of 4-year-olds playing cheese graters with forks than hear these songs.
It's the South's race against futility, but unfortunately, these drivers are going nowhere fast. At least they're not pulling their mobile homes.
Think you rank with the best of the best, most hardcore college students? Not so fast cowboy, you have to take this quiz first.
From the world-renowned author of the proverbial book of love comes the highly-authoritative manual for stimulation. Aka, The J Spot.
Ahh, Spring Break in Vegas. Perfect time to start documenting all your activities (sins) in a daily journal.
Road rage? Late to work? Sexually frustrated? Blame it on the bad drivers of America, including women, old people, and minivan-drivers.
Dear Reader, please excuse this column from any incoherence... and from PE. It has been feeling clumsy, awkward, and unathletic.