Camel Toe: The Movie
Friday, April 28th, 2006Oh wait, I think it’s actually called “Stick It.” Maybe. Of course, that could just be instructions to the creeps who plan on buying the dvd and picking up a tube sock and Jergen’s whence to pleasure themselves to the film’s many snatch-centric floor routines.
Aw, who am I kidding? I’m one of those creeps, only I’ll be getting Cheese Wiz instead because I can’t stand that look check-out clerks give men who buy lotion. You know, the look that says “Out already? Geez, do you need a girlfriend.”
Actually I need about 135 engagement rings, because as I watched the movie I fell in love with almost* every damn girl. It was insane. Sometimes I fell in double-love, and once I was pretty sure I CareBear-stared at the screen with enough intensity to simultaneously impregnate both Missy Peregrym and Vanessa Lengies. I’m positive I knocked them both up - look real close and you could already see their tummies were a little bigger because the babies were growing in. Sucks, because at that point I had to start rooting against them because they needed to fall and have miscarriages, ’cause I don’t need to be no babydaddy, especially on a measly film critic salary. Besides, bitches told me they was on the pill.
So in conclusion, I must say DO NOT go see “Camel Toe: The Movie,” because those are my girlfriends and I’m the jealous type. Zero stars, worst movie of the decade. Avoid, avoid, avoid.
*sorry to leave you out of the love fest, fat Chinese one
Stick it, eh? Your command is my wish…






