Brent Musburger’s On-Air Girlfriend Hits Jackpot

 

She's also getting a bit on SI's Swimsuit Edition, ainsy

Yahoo:  Katherine Webb came off as pretty sharp after her fame blew up during the BCS Championship Game, and she’s smartly taking advantage of her instant celebrity.  Webb, Alabama quarterback A.J. McCarron’s girlfriend and Miss Alabama, announced on Twitter that she will be covering the Super Bowl for “Inside Edition.”

 

Well, good for you Katherine – you earned it!  You’re perfectly symmetrical, have big eyes, big lips, not horrible hair, and even in the midst of a 100,000-person intimate get-together you look like you’re dtf ready for anything.  Congrats!

 

 

Merry Christmas!

I'm told he spends a lot of time in Orlando.

 

Merry Christmas everybody!

 

I’m off to give my local Santa a fifth of white whiskey whatever that is, and insy.

 

 

One more to grow on. Have fun unwrapping...

LOL, I Guess Lance Armstrong’s Pretty Much Effed?

"They didn't see us?" "Don't think so. But put your shorts back on just in case."

 

SI.com:  The U.S. Anti-Doping Agency says 11 of Lance Armstrong’s former teammates testified against him in its investigation of the cyclist, revealing “the most sophisticated, professionalized and successful doping program that sport has ever seen.”  USADA will deliver its reasoned decision against Armstrong later Wednesday, a summary of the facts it used to hand him a lifetime suspension and erase his seven Tour de France titles.

USADA CEO Travis Tygart said it would include more than 1,000 pages of evidence. He listed 11 of Armstrong’s former teammates, including George Hincapie, Floyd Landis and Tyler Hamilton, as among those providing evidence that led to the sanction.

 

[effeminate cockney accent] This deposition goes to eleven. 

“You talk about” (kill me for using that phrase) piling on.  1000 pages?  Come on guys, it’s over.

Or is he f*cked?  Who cares about this sh1t?  Do I care about this?  Do you?  Does he?  I think no.  What’s the consequence here?  He’s already famous, he’s made millions, you KNOW he’s got groupies hanging all over him wherever he goes, and he’s run naked all over god’s baptizing loving green earth with his bff Matty McCon-ah-hey.  So if it were me, “who give a shit, ban me motherf8ckers, I did what I came to do, and that’s jizz all over the likes of George Hincapie, Floyd Landis, and Tyler Hamilton.”

Also does Lance only have one ball?  Or zero?  I’m not judging, just curious.

 

Sheryl Crow if she was a ripped dude?

Should Wicked Improper Remain Ad Free?

Boston, MA – I’ll make this short and sweet. For almost a year, this virtual barrel of shit we call Wicked Improper has provided various forms of what some people would consider entertainment for the sweet low price of $0. Actually, if you count all the dough Red has funneled into this pig, I believe he’s probably in the hole about $400 (roughly the equivalent of one EBT card the illegals use to fill their carriages with prime cuts of beef at Market Basket.)

With that being said, it appears we have found quite a niche of readers. I pronounce niche like this, “nitch”, and perhaps you pronounce it “neesh”, which is also acceptable provided you don’t mind people thinking you secretly cram dicks into your mouth. The reality is, we have the hits and the repeat visits to turn some kind of profit. We’ve been re-tweeted by everyone from Sailor Jerry Rum (see below), Eliza Dushku, and notorious ganoozle slobbler, BiBi Jones, among others.

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Get A Load Of Red’s Free Gift From The NRA, Part II

 

What am I supposed to do with this thing?

 

I effed with you guys.  It wasn’t a sticker.  Or some zombie targets.  Or even the Bill of Rights (capped?).  It was an impossibly thinly squeezed baseball hat.  wtf?  I look like a train engineer when I’m wearing this thing.  Come on guys – how about the following next time:

 

Post prominently in front yard

 

Update:  I got two NRA stickers in the mail yesterday.  Still not the same as a sticker promising imminent death to intruders (or naked chicks with guns calendar *hint*), but I’ll take them.

All You Need To Know About Siri

Boston, MA – Like a child on Christmas, I remember opening my first iPhone, the 4gS (w/ Siri) like it was yesterday. Naturally, immediately after powering up, I put my earbuds in, laid down on my bed, and asked Siri to suck my dick. I didn’t really expect her to, but I thought she would at least have the artificial intelligence to direct me to some kind of dick sucking app. Come on, it’s 2012. It can’t be long now before there’s a USB connected ring that makes its’ way up and down your shaft, like a circular caterpillar, while you interact with a girl (or a guy I guess) on the screen. Something like that would make long, frustrating commutes a thing of the past. “What’s that? The T is running late? Oh well, I’ll just be in this plexiglass vestibule getting a blowjob from my iPhone.” Anyway, here is my screen capture when I tried to get Siri to suck my dick. Look at her non-intuitive reply. This was basically the prehistoric version of Siri, and quite frankly, she was an embarrassment.

 

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And now here is Siri after the iOS6 update. Siri responded immediately to my question with links to locations, as well as GPS services to fulfill my request. I do not believe Siri will be ready to suck any dicks until maybe iOS9, but it is nice to see she’s prepared to help in other areas of need.

 

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Get A Load Of Red’s Free Gift From The NRA

Ooh, kinda thin - what could it be...?

As a prerequisite to joining joining a local gun range so that I can blow shit up defend against the rising illegal immigrant/terrorist population protect my house from marauding zombies engage in practical self defense training, I had to join the NRA, which I did a couple of weeks ago.  Among other things, I was sure they’d send me a bumper sticker like “You can take my gun when you pry it from my cold dead hands” bumper sticker.  Instead they sent this:

Actually – forget that.  See if you can guess what it is:

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To The Delight Of His Record Label, Aging Rocker-Dude From Green Day Who Looks Like a Middle-Aged Version Of The Addams Family Kid Goes Berserk Right On Schedule


 

Bleep Parade!  Why rehab though?  He sounds pretty lucid to me? 

Oooh – they’ve got an album coming out in a day or two.  Say no more.

ps:  “I’ve been around since 19-f*cking-88!”  Indeed you have.  So, I don’t know, maybe time to come up with a new schtick?

They Want You To Worry About Gas Prices So You’ll Forget How You Spend Your Life Being PORKED By Insurance Companies

"Do my breasts help you forget about breast prices, I mean, gas prices?"

 

Boston, MA – You may recall our previous expose, aptly titled “Stop worrying about the price of gas.” It’s a waste of your time, it’s a waste of my time, and more importantly, it’s a waste of Big Oil’s time. $2. $4. $8. $12. What’s the fucking difference? If you don’t like the prices, might I and Exxon-Mobil suggest you slip into something a little more comfortable, like a nice pair of walking shoes. We’re at their mercy, and the sooner you accept it the sooner we can all move on. Ride a bike, take the T, jump in a cab, who gives a shit. Since the inception of gasoline, the price has consistently done one thing: increased. Some of you will say “but Martin, there have been documented periods throughout history where gas prices have dropped.” Duly noted. However, I’m talking about the price of gas over the course of time, from the very beginning of “1 cent a gallon” to “$3.55 a gallon.”

The REAL story they don’t want you talking about is how the auto insurance companies are absolutely goring us with their huge invisible dicks each month. Here are some frightening numbers for you.

The average auto policy in MA is: $1,452 a year

The average MA resident lives to be: 74 years old

If you pay insurance for 50 years, you have paid: $72,600

Average overall claims per policy holder spanning those 50 years: $2,757

Congratulations, you have paid for the CEO of the Insurance Company to buy his rotten 18 year old son the dickhead a BMWxi.

Stop talking about gas prices, no one is listening.

Thanks,

Martin

(Authors’ note: Some of those factual statistics are not based on fact or any research because it would take too long.)

Pine-Sol So Cray

Boston, MA – The cleaning product business generates billions of dollars a year shilling their bullshit to our wives, girlfriends, moms, and maybe gayers. If it were up to men, the floors would never get washed, probably due to the fact that if you’ve ever walked through a kitchen that’s just been freshly Swiffered, you could tear your ACL or pull one of your ball muscles. After that shit has been Swiffered up, you better have a very committed stride. Women don’t have to worry about fridge-to-counter stutter step injuries, because their holes allow for sudden, unexpected movements. That would certainly explain why they’re technically better at jumping hurdles than men, although, as they run you can hear their pussies making unmistakable “pok-pok-pok” sounds, kind of like what you’d hear if you quickly pulled an octopus leg off a window.

So, who are some of the most recognizable cleaning product shills on the planet? Probably the first one that comes to mind is that mousey ginger from the “Bounty” commercials. Then that crackhead from Sham-Wow! Finally, we get Diane Amos to come along and bring some flava to cleaning commercials. I like this move by Pine-Sol. I don’t just mean hiring a sister to pour their chemical shit onto linoleum, I’m talking ’bout them producing these hidden camera pranks. Oh Pine-Sol, you so cray.

(Side game alert! “Count The Gayers!”  How many Gayers are in this video? I say 4. Leave your guesses in our comments section and one lucky random winner gets a Wicked Improper Bumper Sticker)

 

Martin Munson Gets Robbed!

Boston, MA – Perhaps the only redeeming quality of the entire human race is our never-ending curiosity and our need to create and invent things. You might be asking yourself “Hey, how come he didn’t mention our other qualities, like unimaginable greed, clawing and scratching our way over each other for more money, crushing the earth with drills and chemicals, and overfishing our seas?” but I omitted those intentionally because we don’t have all day here. As someone who boasts an above average IQ (information quotient), I am fortunate enough to have ideas come to me, rather than spending time searching for them. Some of my friends even believe I am Touched. So, it is with sadness I inform you that after years of tinkering, someone came along and ripped off my idea. A friend of mine just emailed me a picture of a fan that is essentially the same invention I thought of 10 years ago. Admittedly, their polished, mass-produced, revenue-generating finished product is sleeker than the idea that’s consumed my life for nearly a decade. So, what does this fan do, what makes it so special, and how come me and a team of genius engineers ‘coincidentally’ came up with the same idea? Well, it basically sits on the floor in or near the center of a room and cools everything around it simultaneously. Yes, yes, it is very much like a ceiling fan, I’ve heard that a million fucking times now. But, my fan is portable and would no doubt become hugely popular in America, leaving the red-headed stepchild of the industry (oscillating fans) to those less fortunate, such as illegal aliens who enjoy an intermittent breeze literally every now and again. Now, here is their finished version at, ahem, $300, and then below you will see a rough sketch of my prototype (MSRP $199), complete with assembly schematics and wind/drag formulas. (If any Investors believe my version is different enough to warrant its’ own patent, please contact me in our comments section.)

 

"$300 are you dicking me?"

 

Now, please keep in mind that my blueprint is an early draft, but clearly you can see my fan centered in the room, and how everyone is able to cool down their private sections no matter where they position themselves. During the creative process, it was difficult for me to come up with a marketable, ambiguous name. So, I settled on making two fans. For the popular 18-35 male demographic, I wanted to call it the “Testicooler”, but also to capture some of the ever-growing female immigrant audience, the “Guatemalan Pussy Chiller.” Understandably, they may not carry those at your local Target.

 

“Happy Father’s Day, We’re Poor!”

Boston, MA – Here’s the perfect Father’s Day gift if you’re less fortunate and don’t give a shit about your dad. “Hey, Dad, thanks for bringing me into this beautiful world of unimaginable greed and terror, changing my diapers and getting my piss in your face a few times, putting up with all of my tantrums and my spazzing out in public which made you look like a douche, finding all of the drapes and sheets I destroyed when I discovered how to pound my meat but not embarrassing me about it in front of everyone, paying for college even though I never attended class, giving up all of your free time on weekends so you could drive me from game to game even though you knew I’d never be an athlete, feeding me and basically just keeping me alive after spending about $200,000 on me over my lifetime. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this low-end bottom of the barrel tablet that almost no one is making apps for because Apple has 99% of the markets with their better in every single possible way iPad. I could have gone with free ground shipping but I went the extra $13 mile to have it shipped overnight just for you, buddy. Have a good day today, you deserve it.

Love,

Martin.”

 

"The Kindle Fire would make a great coaster" - Steve Jobs

Appellate Court To Litigious Vampire: “Red From Wicked Improper Is Right: Shut The F*ck Up”

 

How do you spell the sound of the ear piercing shriek that comes out of a harpy's mouth?

Yahoo:  Heather Peters, the gash vampire attorney who sued Honda in California small-claims court over what she called the disappointing mileage in her 2006 Honda Civic Hybrid, had her $9,687 award thrown out today by a Los Angeles County judge, who found that most owners get close to the fuel economy the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency estimates on the window sticker. Peters says she’s disappointed, but that Honda lost the public relations battle even if it won the case.

 

We covered this waste of oxygen back in February back before I knew how to center my post titles.  Now this lady is claiming a moral victory.  F THAT.  Before she starts diddling herself, the judge should force her to pay for the taxpayers’ expense of staging this charade of a lawsuit.  THIS is how she thinks her judges should be spending their time?  Doesn’t she realize how many good looking celebrities are going to trial these days?  F8ck off, and take your self important, self righteous, self centered attitude with you.

Cheers,

Red

Playboy Model And Mexico Agree: A Spoonful Of Sugar Helps The Medicine Go Down, aka “What Depression-Fueled Drug War?!”

By "sugar" I meant "boobs" and by "spoonful" I meant "450cc's" (each)

 

(Reuters) – Mexico’s electoral authority apologized to voters on Monday after a sober presidential debate was upstaged by a former Playboy model and her revealing outfit.  Clad in a tight-fitting white dress with a cut below the neckline to show much of her cleavage, Julia Orayen was working as an assistant on the televised debate, which focused on the economy and the drug-related violence ravaging Mexico.

 

Pretty much everyone knows that political campaigns, especially at the national level, are just a marketing campaigns.  Have a fat constituency?  Blame sugar producers and promise those fatties that they’ll look like Giselle after your reign.  Is the majority of your constituency made up of lazy, entitled, sniveling layabouts?  Blame the producers, and promise that everyone deserves – and will have - a car, a house, and a fat turkey in the oven when you’re done.  It’s their birthright!  The more outrageous your promises, the more likely you are to get their votes.  But above all, follow the Budweiser principle:  Always – Always – have a huge breasted woman delivering your messages.

 

"Show me...surprised! Pretty good. Try turning a bit more to the right now."

WTF, Is Burger King Right About This Sh1t?

PoTAYto, PoTAHto?

 I just saw a Burger King commercial in which they claim they’re selling “Fra-Pays.”  FraPAYS?  That’s not really how you say it, is it?  It’s a Frappe.  Rhymes with “crap.”  Right?

Right?

 

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Re-Introducing “Fresh Balls”

"That's Fresh Balls lotion up there, not someone's jism launch"

Boston, MA – I know a few of you like sending hate mail and naughty comments, which I actually welcome, so before you say “Is this the Fresh Balls post again, Dickhead?”, let me just beat you to it and say “yes.” For our new readers, let us introduce the best product on the market with maybe the exception of a $5,000 sex robot. Here is our Fresh Balls review:

Wow are my balls fresh. I’ve been using this product called “Fresh Balls” for a week and my balls have never been so fresh and so full. Sure, half of the fun is applying the lotion, but the other half is the hours upon hours of the freshest smelling balls that you’ll ever smell. Can’t be here to smell my balls? Well, let me describe this wonderful scent for you. Picture baby powder mixed with the freshness of a fine Irish dew. My balls are that fresh. Did I rub this lotion all over my balls and accidentally slide by and mash it all over my taint and crack? You bet your stinky balls I did. I have put Fresh Balls all over my balls in the morning, went to work where I sit on my mashed up balls and taint all day long, went to the gym, went home and just before getting in the shower, I smelled my own balls. Guess what? Still fresh. Never again will I have to peel a stinky set of balls off the inside of my thighs like a Fruit Roll-Up. I’m really excited to approve this product, and here’s the link for you to get your own Fresh Balls. You are certainly very welcome.

www.freshballs.com

(Disclaimer: Web site safe for work. For external use only. FAQ’s at Fresh Balls says to not eat Fresh Balls so do not eat Fresh Balls. Not a good sign if your wife comes home from “working late at the office” and her breath smells like Fresh Balls. Also not a good sign if your wife returns from “girls night out” and it smells like she’s been chewing Fresh Balls gum. There is no Fresh Balls gum, and you need to consult an attorney. Wicked Improper not responsible for your balls)