It’s a busy day at work today launching Mr Skin’s 11th Anatomy Awards. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s essentially our companion awards show to the Oscars, but instead of valuing things like heart-felt performances and directorial wizardry in movies, we simply honor the ladies, in all their naked splendor.
Categories include: Nudecomer of the Year, Best Boobs, Best Butt, Best Nude Scene from TV/Movie, Best Skinterracial Scene, Best Nude Water Skiing Scene, Best Making Out with a Rottweiler Scene, and many many more.
Although the actresses don’t come and accept their awards in person, we know they are out there somewhere celebrating. That, or working on a cease and desist order for me and the gang here at Mr Skin.
For some reason, I’m playing on two hockey teams right now, and it has me incredibly exhausted. Not because I’m skating at some kind of high level, or the games are crazy intense, it’s just because of how late our ice times are. Most of the games start at 10:20, which is pretty damn close to my bed time. The thing is, I get home from the arena (doesn’t that sound badass?) around 1a, but it’s hard to just fall right asleep after getting so jacked up. So, last night I was up until 3a watching Dirty Jobs reruns and trying to shut myself down to little avail. It makes it hard to really focus in on the boobs at my job at MrSkin.com. The areolae just start blending together. And yes, that is the proper pluralization-I looked it up.
Left is myself pictured with Pat Dahl and teammates Matt and Scott on my new team, The Pirates. Sure, we’re opening ourselves up for “Butt Pirates” taunts on the redline, but that’s a risk we peglegs are willing to take.
Received this sticker as a gift from a co-worker this morning in honor of Dre Day, which I think commemorates Dr. Dre’s birthday. I’m not sure, and I really don’t care enough to even google it. I’m sure Brendan has already kicked off his Dre Day celebrations with a front-to-back listen of ‘Chronic’, followed by a period of silent reflection and introspection. However you plan to spend yours, Happy Dre Day!
A clip from last week’s Comcast Sportsnet Sports Awards featuring a nice shout out to me and my employer, Mr. Skin. I was going to try and lay a free membership on AJ Pierzynski, but unfortunately I didn’t have any of the access cards with me. I doubt he really needs our site to see some T&A, anyhow.
I was lucky enough to attend the Comcast Sportsnet Sports Awards last night, an evening of truly bizarre Dahl family synergy. My dad was the host, one of my brothers works for Comcast Sportsnet, and the other works for the Blackhawks. I guess the only family member not involved in the synergy was me, the dude who works in softcore pornography and spent a lot of the night lurking around the open bar. Either way, I was proud of all of them. I have to admit, it’s always a bit nerve-racking when your dad is the host of anything, but I thought he killed it. And so did Frank Thomas, who came up to him after the show and said, “I knew you were funny…but I didn’t know you were THAT funny!”. I think that was an all-time cool moment for both my dad, and my brothers and I.
We all grew up huge fans of Frank Thomas. In fact, all three of us were card-carrying members of the Big Hurt Fan Club. I always thought I had a special connection because I was member #35, the same number Frank wore. When I played Little League, I even had the Frank Thomas Reebox cleats, and they were about 10 times too big for my tiny ass legs. It didn’t matter, I wouldn’t play in anything else. Every time I stepped in to hit, I’d nail the bottom of the cleats with my bat, just like The Hurt did. I was good at imitating everything except the actual hitting ability. Regardless, my walk back to the bench after striking out couldn’t have been cooler or more comfortable with my bad ass cleats.
Last night I was weirdly nervous to be in the same room as Frank. After the show was over, I lingered in his general area for several minutes, finally working up the courage to ask for this picture. I figured if I got my girlfriend involved, it wouldn’t be so weird for Frank. I can photoshop her out.
For some reason, I’m playing on two hockey teams right now, and it has me incredibly exhausted. Not because I’m skating at some kind of high level, or the games are crazy intense, it’s just because of how late our ice times are. Most of the games start at 10:20, which is pretty damn close to my bed time. The thing is, I get home from the arena (doesn’t that sound badass?) around 1a, but it’s hard to just fall right asleep after getting so jacked up. So, last night I was up until 3a watching Dirty Jobs reruns and trying to shut myself down to little avail. It makes it hard to really focus in on the boobs at my job at MrSkin.com. The areolae just start blending together. And yes, that is the proper pluralization-I looked it up.
