I have to disqualify this year’s entire competition by invoking the Pecker Rule.
In my senior year of college we had our traditional vote for the douchebag of the year. My roommate, the Pecker, who was one of the election officials, tore up one of the ballots because none of the voter’s top ten choices included Fat Joe Carlson. This voter was disqualified for his obvious and complete ignorance, given that Carlson was not just a big, fat, fucking douchebag, but was the biggest, fattest, fuckingest, douchebaggiest guy in the history of Fordham University, which was no small achievement, because Donald Trump had preceded us there.
Invoking that precedent, I have to invalidate the Razzie ballot for its failure to nominate James Corden.
This compilation is nice, but I also enjoy the full-screen VHS version (below), which shows that Bev wore her panties in the shower.
Another sure nominee for nude performance of the year.
Lottie again – this time in a transparent bra
She is currently 40th in the line of succession to the British throne, just behind the late Soupy Sales. In other words, they would dig up Soupy’s corpse and crown him rather than to let this woman become queen. In all fairness, she does look better than Soupy’s corpse, unlike the rest of the royal family.
Ah, Science, is there no limit to thy wonders?
“Men perceived women with nipple erection as more deserving of altruism, especially if that altruism involved greater interaction with the woman.”