Showing posts with label Jenny McCarthy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jenny McCarthy. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The McCarthy Hypothesis

Jenny McCarthy has been campaigning across all facets of the media for unorthodox autism treatments recently. McCarthy, whose son is autistic, claims that she has found a regimen that helps off-set the worst symptoms of the disorder through control of diet and vitamin supplements. The former Playboy centerfold claims to have gathered extensive evidence of her approach's positive results by visiting mothers across the country with autistic children, but has been thus far ignored by the medical establishment.

Well, to be fair, you can't really blame the medical community for not being able to take McCarthy quite so seriously. After all, up until around five years ago, this girl was known best for being sublimely hot and making fart jokes every twenty seconds. However, to counterpoint that, I'd have to say its at least worth a shot to see if this lady's on to something. Frankly, autism scares the shit out of me. Those guys can kick my ass at Guitar Hero. Perfecting "Through the Fire and the Flames" on Expert?! Impossible!
Although, should autism prove incurable, I'm sure there's some job in the Defense department we are overlooking that these kids would be perfect for. Let them pilot the unmanned Predators or something. However, again, maybe we should listen to Jenny McCarthy's idea before we go with mine. I'll grant that my idea will probably end with a very Orwellian result, involving superchildren hooked up to I.V.'s for sustinance so that they might control our drone armies 24 hours a day without breaks. Then again, all my ideas seem to culiminate in horrific, post-apocalyptic futures. And besides, Jenny McCarthy's breasts have never done me wrong. They are wise beyond their years (12 yrs old for the right one, 6 years for the left).

Friday, August 24, 2007

It Must Be Summer (Jenny McCarthy)

Jenny McCarthy... doing what Jenny McCarthy does best. Well, besides farting in public while sticking her tongue out and copulating with Jim Carrey. The girl we always knew and loved (ourselves while watching her) from Singled Out was out on the beach this week, showing off her greatest natural talent: tremendous breasts. Breathtaking, spectacular breasts that you just want to crawl up and live between forever, eventually constructing complicated architecture resembling that of an Ewok village. And then, in your autumn years, you wil gather around the bonfire, and recount stories about your youth and the epic journey you undertook to climb to this place, and start a new future for your people.
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Either that, or just squeeze a few out while looking at them. I mean, if you'd have a long day already.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Jenny McCarthy's visit to Watership Down


Keeping with the blonde and bunny-esque theme of the day it seems, Jenny McCarthy, who needs no introduction to penises who came to prime in the mid 1990's, recently donned the infamous bunny suit for a Playboy function. Instead of my usual routine of making barely-subtle comments about her attractiveness, I'll just say this instead: Jenny McCarthy and her current boyfriend, Jim Carrey, are just about as close as humanity is going to get to two cartoon characters ACTUALLY fucking. Seriously, if these two procreate, the result will be Quickdraw McGraw.
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