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Look What *I* Found! Friday: Phallus in the Sand (but that’s not all folks! tell ’em what else they’ve won…) Edition

On Wednesday we went to the Atlantic City Airshow scheduled to take place over the beach and boardwalk that morning into afternoon. 

Here was our view of the show from the balcony of a penthouse condo because that, my friends, is how we do: 

A picture my shitty camera took of some of the plane action: 

oh my god. look. it's some planes. flying. in the air. it's blowing your mind isn't it?

I’m not sure how but I managed to fall asleep during a portion of the show even though every time a plane flew by it sounded like it was going to rip the roof off the building and cause the windows to spontaneously shatter and shoot flaming hot shards of glass in my face. 

I might be a Libra and that might be an air sign but apparently that matters little because my real interest that day was in seeing what kind of pictures I could get of the massive crowd roaming the boardwalk below: 

faces obscured to protect the not-so-innocent (and kind of make it look like they have giant clown noses)


Is that? 


GREENman? Pourquoi?! 

Ummmmmm… Greenman? 

You do know it’s August, right? And it’s like 90 degrees? And that I can kind of see your balls and now I can’t stop imagining just how hot and sweaty they HAVE to be in that skin-tight body suit baking under the mid-day sun. 

although no longer posing for pictures, his presence didn't make things any less awkward...

Now we can pass the stupidity and ignorance down through the generations. Start ’em young, I say! 


coincidence? i think not...

And if you started reading this post only because of the what the title promised, then here you go: 

as much as i would love to claim ownership of this masterpiece... alas, i just cannot. for the record? i would have made mine WAY girthy-er...



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Wildwood, NJ

So a few weeks ago I was lucky enough to stumble upon one of the most amazing gems of pop culture I’ve been introduced to in quite some time. This gem, unlike most I usually find on the NET, had been residing quietly in an almost time capsule-like repose. Its unearthing came as a surprise to the films creator as well as a world, who 15 years after the film’s release, may have forgotten its existence altogether. Well, thank god for viral media and social networking or one of the funniest, most subversive, riotously enjoyable clips might never have been seen and we would all be poorer for it.

On a personal level this film hits home as Wildwood, NJ is a place that my family and I have vacationed ever since I was born. Multiple times during the summer months, we would make the trek “down the shore” (this is Jersey speak that most refer to as “going to the beach”) and stay at our favorite motel just one block from the boardwalk and the beach. These trips were usually long weekends filled with announcements besieging us to “Watch the tram car, wa-wa-wa-wa-watch the tram car please”, finding sand in cracks that sand just does not belong, striking up a conversation with someone on the beach, meeting up with them later on the boardwalk, finding out they’re kinda creepy and spending the rest of the night trying to lose them, because well you know, “it’s different every night” and we like to keep it that way.

For more information on this film and others like it, and to secure your own DVD copy, contact Ruth Leitman @ ruth@ruthlessfilms.com or check out ruthlessfilms.com.

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