Funny things and hot stuff

So to escape my deep depressing thoughts, I've been filling myself with comedy this weekend. Yesterday I saw Borat, which I thought was hilarious. I giggled, I chuckled, I even guffawed. Favorite moment: when his suitcase fell open on the New York subway and the chicken hopped out. Friday night I re-watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High for the hundred thousandth time and found it as funny as ever. One question, though: why in fuck's name is the German title Ich glaub' ich steh' im Wald! (translation: I think I'm in the forest)? There are no forests in this film, nor are any of the characters under the illusion that they are, indeed, in a forest. Was the German title-maker perhaps smoking some of Spicoli's stash? Last night I watched another of my all-time favorite films, 9 to 5 (yes, I have a thing for 80s comedies. So sue me), which also has a moronic German title if my memory serves me. All I have to say is one word, Skaterbol, one word: stud.

As for the hot stuff, I was sorting through some pictures recently and came across this one, shot at a Banana Republic in Florida several years ago:



Isn't he fucking delicious?