This audition video was from the Film Independent Spirit Awards that Rainn Wilson hosted. Genius!

Juno

I’m still laughing at Sven’s boa. These guys are genius and The  Special One at Setanta runs things.

No animals were hurt in the making of this. I promise. For clarification…call Dunny.  I’m out…

When you’re bored…go with humor…and more importantly…be SAFE!

My Sunday officially sucked, so I need humor to start  my Monday off right. I hope you you share a laugh with me.

image via Socialite’sLife

On February 29th, Semi-Pro hits theaters around the country and you know damn well me and the wifey will be in line to buy tickets. Listen, if you can get Heidi Klum in a tiny ass bikini AND the sexual sea-saw/amazing butterfly/rock-n-roll/couch canoodle sex position for a photo shoot, well then Mr. Will Ferrell, in my eyes, you are the man.We’ll be meeting soon Mr. Jackie Moon.

My boy Robbie is a DJ from Glasgow, is a super proud Scot, a fiercely loyal Rangers follower and has a wicked sense of humor. Robbie is always telling me jokes or forwarding funny shit, and it always makes me smile. Being that today is Monday, I figured I would post a joke Robbie just sent me. Thanks for this one Robbi..

An elderly Scotsman lay dying in his bed.

While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled
the aroma of his favourite biscuits wafting up the stairs. He
gathered
his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.

Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and
with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands,
he crawled
downstairs.

With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing
into the
kitchen.

Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself
already in
heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table
were literally hundreds of his favourite biscuits, freshly baked.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted
Scottish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world
a happy
man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the
table, kneeling on his knees in crumpled posture. His aged and
withered hand
trembled towards a biscuit at the edge of the table, when it was
suddenly smacked by his wife with a spatula………….


“F* off” she said, “they’re for the funeral

image via HollywoodTuna

Here’s Keeley in a bikini, pushing Lynx body spray.