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Actually… We’d Like To Introduce You To Another Totally Real Thing: The Diet Wars

There’s a war going on in America today. No, it’s not with Iraq and it’s not with Afghanistan, ladies and gentlemen, it’s with the American diet. Details magazine, my favourite gay porn rag for swimsuit editorials like this, has uncovered an alarming battle royale between the vegans and the paleolithic eaters. Vegans hold fast to eating only vegetables and shit like tempeh, whereas the pro-paleos say if you can’t hunt or gather it, you can’t eat it. And they is pissed at each other! Now, my wordsmithing skillz aren’t quite up to Details level, so I’ll just pull some quotes for you.

On the Paleo Diet: “the 36 year old Butler - a vegan - calls ‘intractable and Luddite’. ‘It’s such man-casting’, he adds. ‘You’re a freaking caveman, bro’.”

“‘It’s kind of like talking about politics’, Pagel says of the country’s increasingly polarized diet debate. ‘I veer away from it.’”

“‘On a date or at a party, all I have to do is start talking about my diet and I have people’s attention for the next hour.’” (Actually… That’s clearly *not* the cocaine talking)

“Travis Robertson, a 25-year old cowboy boot-clad vegan - or hegan - who hunts birds and deer for sport, is asked to explain his approach every single day, usually right after he pulls out a baggie of dried fruits and nuts.”

I’m not sure where I stand on this highly polarizing issue either, but alls I know is I hope the term “hegan” makes it into the lexicon as soon as possible. How else will I know what to call the guy Im bromantically involved with?

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Actually… isn’t this useless?

Microsoft is coming out with this new product for XBox called Kinect, which is basically a no-controller controller. You can totally control your character via your body. So now I have to do the same shit my character in the game does? How am I supposed to game in only a supine position, sitting up only to drink Mountain Dew? And do you really think the average fat fuck who plays video games all day (talkin’ bout you LD) can high-kick or do double jumps anyway? I think I’ll wait for the brain implant model - that way, I can still wash myself with a rag on a stick but game all the livelong day.

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Actually… True Blood’s Season Premiere Was Really Written By The Fans

Well played, Alan Ball. You’ve truly raised the bar. I know I said True Blood sucks, but you’ve sucked me back in with episode one of season three. Borrowing from the fan fiction was a smart move. Within minutes, I got to see some Viking Eric ass, Sam’s dream about Bill (with sexy results!) and even though I don’t particularly care, Jason Stackhouse’s butt.

It’s got me looking forward to episode five, when Bill, upon finding out the identity of the werewolf, convinces Eric to “tag-team” the brute and teach him a lesson in humility, one he won’t soon forget.

The actual dream sequence dialogue:

Bill: Can I use your shower?

Sam: Of course. [Bill, already shirtless, begins to remove pants] Theres, uh, plenty of towels in the bathroom.

Bill: If you could spare a shirt, I’d be much obliged.

Sam: I really didn’t pack anything, it’s kind of an impromptu road trip I’m on. But, you can have the shirt off my back if you want it.

Bill: I’ll take what I can get. [Sam removes shirt] Nice.

Sam: Thank you.

Bill: I’ll take that shower now. Unless you’d care to join me?

Sam: Yeah. I think I would.

Bill: Good. We’re gonna have a nice time. I hear the water in Arkansas is… very hard.

For real? For serious? If that wasn’t ripped straight from some slash fiction site, I’ll drop my monocle into my martini.

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Actually… I’m not sure I can handle it.

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Actually… I Guess I’ll Still Watch Season Three

LA Rag Mag just posted these pics of leaked photos from season three of True Blood. Remember when Sam drank Bill’s blood to heal himself? Well it seems that he’s going to be having some sexy dreams come June. I guess I’m gonna have to sit through the nonsense plots and Tara being abrasive for no reason to see some shapeshifter on vamp action. On top of Skarsgard saying he was gonna bone a dude this season, it’s shaping up to be a sexy summer!

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Actually… Why Is True Blood So Popular?

So I just got finished watching both season one and two of True Blood and I have one question. Why the shit do people like this show? LD informed me that there would be tons of naked Alexander Skarsgard, but I watched this shit for two seasons, which translates into twenty-four hour long episodes, and I saw maybe a quarter of his ass. Ummmmmm… That ain’t enough. Sure, Vampire Bill is fine, but even his ass, I saw only like three times. And if you have a boner for Aussie douche Ryan Kwanten, just leave right now. His body is so veiny and sinewy I can’t possibly see the appeal. And season one? Oh, Rene is the killer. Like we ever got any hints that that was coming. Doesn’t Sookuh read minds? How couldn’t bitch tell that that fucker hated her fang banging guts? And don’t even get me started on season two bullshit maenads. She’s invulnerable because she willed herself to be so. Get fucked, Alan Ball. True Blood better deliver on Alexander Skargard boning dudes in season three, because I’m aboot done. And I love Lafayette, don’t get me wrong, but fingers crossed, it’s gonna be Vampire Bill. Because Marilyn Manson’s wife willed it so.

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Actually… Dude, last post already deleted due to terms of use bullshit! Here’s something to tide you over.

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Actually… I’ve Been Waiting Far Too Long For A Twilight Porn Parody Called “Twinklight”. I mean, it practically writes itself!

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Actually… I’ve Been Feeling Itchy… Down There

You know when you take home some trick from Steamworks and next thing you know you find yourself tied up, screaming for help while he’s rifling through your shit and putting your exploits up on the internet? Me neither. But hypothetically, if for some reason, he gave you his actual number (I should have never trusted a 647!) or his actual email (it was Hotmail, I should have known better) and he wanted to get together with you again… Revenge time!

That’s where crabrevenge.com comes in. From merry ol’ Eng-a-land, you can buy the Green Package (a single crab colony carrying up to 30 eggs) for 14 quid, the Blue Package (three batches of 30 eggs) for 2499 p, or the Red Package (and obviously the only one anyone should buy) - one colony of “F strain super crabs”.

SUPER CRABS! “Almost impossible to get rid of… most aggressive and repoductive species on the planet! This species can take up to two weeks to get rid of and apparently bite so much they cause the victim to scratch themselves raw and we can guarantee that nothing apart from two washes of everything the victim owns and a 100% delousing solution coverage will get rid of them!”

Take that, person who opted to touch my junk! I just hope I manage to avoid scratching my balls after implantation.

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Actually… Why Are Old Dudes So Comfortable With Their Bodies?

I work out at a gym at Yonge and St. Clair. In the barren wastelands of Toronto, north of Bloor, there lies some fancy private schools and other associated richie rich stuff. None of the kids leave home because it’s so nice. So I was excited when I joined the gym, that I’d be seeing some hot young dude bodies in the change room. Scions of industry bodies. Sons of pure unadulterated capitalism. But, being that these kids still live at home, the gym is also full of old dudes like their fathers. Now, I love old dudes as much as the next guy with severe father issues, but sixty year old dick is not something I want to see. So I was saddened to see that in said change room, the old dudes let it all hang out: weighing themselves, chatting on cell phones, watching TV, blow-drying, whereas the youngins are towel-clad from gym clothes to shower to street clothes. I thought I’d be seeing this:

But instead I’m getting this:

Nakedest picture I could find, sadly. (Though nothing beats an extensive Google search of “edward james olmos naked/shirtless”). Why are old dudes so much more comfortable with their gross bodies?

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