Joe Francis is "Every Guy's Hero."

Girls Gone Wild creater and super creep Joe Francis is out of jail. He was released Wednesday after pleading no contest to one count of felony child abuse and two misdemeanor prostitution charges.

Although comparing his stint in jail to Abu Ghraib, Joe claims he was a "rock star," to the other inmates.

In an interview with E!, he went as far to say- "I'm every guys hero."

Huh, I bet there are a few fathers of 17 year old girls who would disagree.

Chris Rock Gets Enough New Material For 2 HBO Specials!

Finally this Pellicano scandal is getting interesting! The Huffington Post obtained the 31 minute taped conversation between Anthony Pellicano and comedian Chris Rock.

The conversation details a 2001 tryst between Rock and a woman named Monica Zsibrita, or as Chris likes to call her “Big Tits, White Pants.”

Uber creepy Pellicano often calls Rock "honey," "brother," "buddy" and "babe," but oddly Chris doesn't seem to mind.

Click here to listen to the entire tape.

Here are some highlights in case you are short on time.

8:15
CR: "I know the night we went to the Ivy she had on white pants. I only noticed cause my wife's real classy and subdued and I'm out with a girl with big tits and white pants. It's just, I know people were like, 'heeey'."

(Really Chris? Do you think anyone was shocked to see a comedian out with a chick with big tits and tight white pants? Puhhhlease, as joke telling girl whose dated her share of comedians…I’m ALWAYS either preceded or soon to be followed by a chick with big tits and tight white pants.

10:30
Pellicano excuses himself to "scream at my secretary."

(Yikes, thank god I never got sent there during my temping days.)

14:00
Pellicano (reading from report): "He tried to pull out and ejaculated on her thighs. She immediately got up and went to the bathroom where she cleaned up with a Kleenex. She put the Kleenex in her pocket."

(Beware men, we ALL do this.)

14:55
CR: I've been so set up...
AP: Did you come on her thighs?...
CR: I had a rubber on. I probably took it off right when I was getting ready to come. I probably came on her ass.

(Yuck.)

22:00
AP: Did you stick it in her? Without a rubber?
CR: No

(Yuck.)

29:05
AP: We're going to get her one way or the other... Does your old lady know what's going on?
CR: No. She thinks it's over, put it that way. She knows of it.

(I bet it's a love fest at the Rock house today.)

30:05
CR: Rape is just fucking, buzz, you know?... Once you're accused of rape, you're just FUCKED, you know?
AP: That's why i want to blacken this girl up, totally. I want to make her out to be a lying, scumbag, manipulative cocksucker... Stupid bitch
CR: I'm fucked. I'm better getting caught with needles in my arm. WAY better. Needles, with pictures, there's Chris Rock shooting heroin. Much better blow to the career.

(Wrong Chris- everybody LOVES a good rape accusation joke.)

The Opposite of Beatlemania

I am currently suffering from this affliction after watching last night’s 2 hour American Idol. I must confess, it was the first time I have EVER watched an entire episode of American Idol. I have been stubbornly refusing to join the rest of America in partaking in the juggernaut hit.

But last night I caved, in part because I knew they were going to be singing from the Lennon-McCartney songbook and I figured if I was going to not enjoy it, I might as well go ALL OUT.

And thankfully American Idol delivered!

There was a specific moment that is still leaving me a little unsettled and I’m not referring to the country version of “8 Day’s a Week," by this season's Carrie Underwood.

The moment that spooked me was when I said these words,

“I know I used to make fun of Ryan Seacrest’s highlights, but I actually think I liked his hair better frosted.”

One would think that would be my “scared straight,” moment, propelling me into an evening of watching CNN or reading The Economist, but I was so far gone at that point, I went straight to “Keeping Up With the Kardashians."

It gets worse, I watched 2 episodes in a row- and I wasn't even drunk.

I didn't stop there, like a junkie topping Persian Heroin with a little bump of high grade cocaine (shout out to Nikki Sixx!) I ended the night with an episode of Gene Simmon’s Family Jewels. I have a hard time paying attention to anything that’s actually happening on the show because I am so distracted by his freakish wig thingy. Also I am more than a little disturbed by how hot I think his son is. I guess it's a good thing I never became a high school English teacher. Also, is it just me, or does his son look a lot like Paul Stanley. Hmmmm….

George Clooney Still NOT Engaged

In an attempt to mention George Clooney in any way possible, US Weekly reported today that George Clooney continues to NOT be engaged to girlfriend of one-year, Sarah Larson.

Not that I blame US Weekly, I also bring up George Clooney, on average, once a day. I never do it intentionally, it just seems to come up in my everyday conversations.

"Hey Kris, do you wanna go grab a coffee?"

"A coffee sounds great! Speaking of great, George Clooney...is pretty great. Wouldn't you agree?
See, what I mean!

In a related story, George Clooney continues to also NOT be engaged to me.

The glass is half full...of Xanax

Looking for free meds? Well look no further!


A recent Associated press investigation found that a wide variety of prescription medications- including including antibiotics, anti-convulsants, mood stabilizers and sex hormones are available at the low low cost of FREE and in the new super easy to swallow "tap water," form.

That's right! Gone are the days of pesky pill swallowing, inconvenient childproof caps and standing in long lines at the pharmacy.

Can you pause your TIVO and walk over to your faucet? If you answered "yes," then you can regulate your cholesterol.

I couldn't be more delighted. Finally I will have access to a variety of medications that a certain stingy doctor won't prescribe because of their supposedly "addictive nature." Who know all it took was throwing out my Britta filter?

On the Dark Side

Instead of late night partying with Paris at Hyde or hanging with Ashton at Dolce, maybe you'd like to have some real fun.

Head to the New Beverly Cinema for New Beverly Midnights!

Click HERE for more information on upcoming shows!

March 8th at midnight is the 1984 classic "Street's of Fire."

Here is the awesome trailer, and yes that is Eddie from "Eddie and the Cruisers."

Airborne woes

Yet another school teacher is embroiled in scandal, but this one doesn't involve a fifteen year old boy, but a mega- popular cold remedy. Turns out Airborne is bunk.

Fear not, it's not bad for you, it's just, well...a bunch of vitamins. Don't have your receipts? Don't worry, you can still get a refund for up to 6 bottles.

One More Reason

It was announced today that Paris Hilton will be appearing in the return one-hour episode of My Name is Earl on April 3rd.





Congratulations My Name is Earl for continuing to find new creative ways for me to avoid watching My Name is Earl.

The United States of Wal Mart

Traveling across the country is a delight. Here are some moments I captured.

Somewhere in Southern Ohio...


I don’t know if this is my birthplace’s new state motto, but after spending a few days in sleet, snow and 14 degree temperatures, I found this to be an accurate statement.



In Carrolton, Ky at the exit 62 Conoco station…


Obviously I wanted to check out The Beer Cave, but the Deliverance banjo music playing in my head compelled me to fill up and move on. But as I continued west, I couldn’t stop thinking about The Beer Cave. I imagined cases of Bush beer stacked into an igloo-like formation in the back of the store next the “Git'R Done,” beer steins and buckets of nightcrawlers. Burly men wearing Carharts and Nascar caps would crawl happily inside the dark and mysterious cave to sit huddled together chugging the watery brew.

Or, maybe the sign was misspelled and it was actually supposed to read,

“COME CHECK OUT OUR BEAR CAVE”

A Bear Cave inside a gas station was even better, but death by bear is fairly high on my list of fears. I decided it would be a great story for the Carroll County News though.

“UNKNOWN COMEDIENNE MAULED IN GAS STATION BEAR CAVE- BY BEAR”

At approximately 2:45 pm a Los Angeles based unknown comedienne/ comedy writer/occasionally employed television writer was mauled by Foxworthy the Bear, at popular local Carollton attraction- The Conoco Gas Station Bear Cave.

According to witnesses, the mauling happened too fast for anyone to act.

Foxworthy, “flipped out,” according to witness Lenny Jenkins.

“He went crazy as soon as he seen her. Like he just didn’t like the looks of her. None of us did, truth be told, but I guess Foxworthy decided to act on it.”

Foxworthy, known for his gentleness and lovable nature, attacked Ms, Kimmel upon first sight.

“Soon as I heard her screamin’ I threw down my Mountain Dew and ran right in there, but it was too late. He ate her head right off."

According to animal expert Jack Hanna, bears are not known to eat human heads. “He must have really hated this lady.” said Hanna.

Foxworthy is currently being held in custody awaiting possible death. Local residents are outraged.

Foxworthy, named after funnyman Jeff Foxworthy, is beloved by the entire town of Carrollton and even has a small cult following in Louisville.

‘He didn’t know now better, if it’s anyone’s fault it’s that dead ladies fault for gettin’ him all riled up!” says local resident Debbie Sue Cox.

Donations can be made to the “Save Foxworthy,” campaign at the exit 62 Conoco station.

And in Nashville...



As you can see, Nashville is as beautiful as you’ve heard! Here is the view from my hotel room. I insist on the finest 2- star hotels this country has to offer.

Kid Rock Pleads Not Guilty to Waffle House Fight

This is one of my favorite US Weekly headlines since well, maybe ever.

It is hard to compete with the consecutive headlines of:

Jamie Lynn Spears Announces She’s Pregnant
Lynne Spear’s Parenting Book "Delayed Indefinitely"

But this one’s pretty good too.

Of course the fight wasn’t Kid’s fault, he was just trying to have a good time and treat patrons to some delicious waffles when some local rabble-rouser had to cause trouble.

For more details on Waffle House Smackdown click here.

Here is a Bill Hicks joke about hanging out at Waffle House

I Dig Dudes in Drag!

This is what I rock out to in Ft. Smith Arkansas.



I wonder if these guys sit around and are like,

"Dude, Milton Berle was in our video."

"I know, I was there remember."

"But c'mon man, Milton Berle! Motley Crue didn't have Milton Berle in THEIR video."

"Yes, we've covered this. MANY TIMES."

"Let's watch it again."

"Maybe later, I gotta sell at least two flat screens today."

This Post Will Happen Only ONCE Every Four Years

Today is “Leap Year.” What exactly is Leap Year?

No one knows. Aside from a few scientists and dolphins, the concept is too difficult to be grasped by mere humans.
So let us instead celebrate an even better event- Tony Robbins birthday. Coincidentally, this also only occurs every four years.

My plan to celebrate Big T’s big day include leaving this two-star hotel in Nashville- thank you exit 47 FOR EVERYTHING. Next I will drive through whatever state and/or states come next until I get to what is sure to be a one or two-star hotel in Arkansas.

Yes, my life is awesome, but it doesn't mean you can't have fun. Perhaps you could run (or walk) to your local Cineplex to enjoy hottie-fest, "The Other Boleyn Girl" which opened today.

I predict the period piece to CRUSH the R- Rated Will Ferrell comedy Semi-Pro.*

Finally all that Red Carpet canoodling will pay off!





*My predictions have a 45-50% success rate.

Welcome to the Lipstick Jungle

Are your eyes open? Well odds are, you are probably looking at an advertisement for Lipstick Jungle.

I haven’t been able to check this new NBC offering yet as I have been subletting a place sans tv (despair!), ironically IN the Lipstick Jungle. I’ve been opening conversations with strangers with, “So, this is the Lipstick Jungle eh?” So far this conversation opener has a 100% success rate of annoying the other person and cracking me up.

Lipstick Jungle sounds like the name of a fake show created by fake tv executives on a another fake show I just created called “Development Diva’s.” DD's is a one hour dramedy that explores the lives of three high powered yet vulnerable tv executives who try to balance their high pressure careers, their hot boyfriends/lovers/husbands/frozen eggs and their giant Manhattan apartments full of shoes.

The Cashmere Mafia doesn’t have a chance against the DD’s!

I think I shall go to the NBC website and watch an episode of the LJ, see what my Diva's are up against.

Introducing Rex

I’ve had my first official New York City rat encounter. Rat’s are to New York, like cockroaches are to Los Angeles. Except, there are also cockroaches in NYC, so I guess that analogy doesn’t really hold up.

Rats are to New York like 27- year old actor’s that I’ve dated are to Los Angeles.

There, that’s better.

Rex, the rat that jumped into my path, was a pretty big fella, and easily could have been mistaken for a cat, skunk, possum or knock-off Dolce&Gabbana purse.

First I was startled, and let out a tiny shriek (like a girl!), but realizing the exciting New York experience I was having, I calmed myself down using a deep breathing technique that I learned from a Deepak Chopra podcast.

Upon closer inspection, Rex the rat was not nearly as cute as Ratatouille. He also proceeded to completely ignore my request for the secret to a great Bernaise sauce.

The Weightlifting Snowman

If you're not already turned on to This American Life on NPR, I highly recommend starting with this one:

Episode 323- The Super

Poor Man's Bikini Beach

I happened to catch a program the other night called, “Poor Man’s Bikini Beach,” (that’s right folks- I have cable!) I’m not sure what compelled me to leave it on this particular program, what can I say, it was late, “Ice Road Trucker’s,” wasn’t on.

Initially there were a gaggle of girls bouncing around on a makeshift stage/boxing ring in a bar I quickly surmised to be named The Sleazy Parrot or Beach Bums. The girls were all wearing a similar uniform: tiny bikini, belly ring, monster implants and the requisite lower back tattoo. The frenzied dance style suggested a need for some sort of relief that only a sticky pole in the center of the ring could offer.

The production value of the program did not sway far from the title and it was hard to follow what was happening. Maybe this was an intentional ploy to instill the viewer with the sense that they had also just been roofied.

The frenetic dancing then turned into a competition. I can only guess the girls were competing for the coveted trucker hat and possibly a case of Chlamydia.

After a short commercial break, which oddly seemed to feature some of the same girls pleading for you to call them and chat because they were lonely, the contest moved into the audience participation phase. I call this “The Mushy Banana Dance.”

During this phase of the competition, a fresh- faced tattooed girl is in the ring with a young gentleman, chosen from the audience. It’s not made clear how he was chosen, if it’s a random drawing or if cash exchanged hands.

First the young lady peels the banana, then she covers herself generously with whipped cream. Next she hands the banana to the kindly young gentleman who I suspect smells strongly of Drakkar Noir and vomit. I notice they exchange a few words over the pounding beats of dance music during the “banana pass.” Next he places the banana on her body and pushes his muscular frame into her tiny one. While I’m imagining the various date rape scenarios bound to play out in his Dad’s Escalade later, the screen goes to black. A cheesy graphic quickly comes up to inform me that this mushy banana dance is “TOO HOT FOR TV!”
As the graphic flashes on the screen I can’t help but wonder what they were saying to each other during the “Banana Hand-Off.”

What exactly is the etiquette required in that situation?

“Hi I’m Brittany.”

“Hey Brittany, wuz up, so do you care where I put the banana?”

“No way! I don’t have boundaries! I lost those when I was 12, LONG STORY.”

“This is fun eh?”

“Fun? This is for my career! You can’t just break into hardcore porn ya know. You gotta work your way up.”

Short Film Fun!

Here's something I did for you.

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Bird's the Word

I was enjoying a bagel sandwich in my car at the Whole Foods parking lot when I noticed a woman get into her SUV and prepare to do the same. But she was not alone, for on her shoulder was perched a magnificent white parrot.

It occurred to me as she situated herself in her luxury vehicle, that just moments before, this woman and her feathered friend were perusing the aisles of Whole Foods together.

If only I were that free!

Why couldn’t I walk through life with such a devil may care attitude that I would enter an organic grocery with an exotic animal on one shoulder and my recycled fabric tote on the other!

I’ll tell you why, it’s not the odd stares that I can’t endure, it’s the constant unending interaction with strangers that a parrot on one’s shoulder is sure to bring.

I watched as they shared a container of couscous. I envied their intimacy. Suddenly my bagel seemed too large for just one human to consume.

I felt a little sad when I saw her start the SUV and the parrot take his proper perch on the passenger headrest.

As they drove off, the woman let out a big hearty laugh. I couldn’t help but wonder, “What the fuck did that parrot just say to her?”

The King

When I watch Larry King, I’m not thinking of his hard-hitting interviewing style. What really comes to mind is how did that guy agree to get 7 women to marry him? He's no Liz Taylor.

I think it’s a testament to how many women are in really crummy living situations and need a place to stay.

"Well, I could keep crashing on my sisters couch, or there’s this Larry King guy."

"I have this toxic mold problem in my bathroom…or I guess I could marry this old dude."