Uncle Scoopy's world-weary musings about naked celebrities, sports, humor and other important, manly things.
90s-style relationship dramedy.
Four adults navigate deception and desire when a fallen tree on New Year’s Eve triggers a chain of events that challenges their relationships and the lies they tell themselves and each other.
Alex is not naked, but she’s essentially the official site goddess, so …
The 4K version allows us to get a good look at what the images would look like in natural light. (Brightened, cropped, smoothed, light-adjusted.)
I don’t have enough computing power to edit 4K videos, but I can show you what the scene would look like in natural light by creating a smaller video. The lighting transformation requires removing too many unwanted artifacts, and eliminating the noise makes it look too artificial. It looks OK, but not great.
This was the winner of the poll for our Best Nude Scene of 2025
Irina Shayk wearing a tiny and somewhat see-through top made out of various metals and bits to the 2026 Met Gala celebrating “Costume Art” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City on May 4, 2026! Can see at least a hint of her areolas.
Teaser:
Kate Moss showing nipples in a see-through dress as she’s attending the 2026 Met Gala celebrating “Costume Art” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City on May 4, 2026!
Teaser:
Some of you know that I had a weird near-brush with a President of the United States. I never met the man, but in the calendar year of 1966, both Donald Trump and I were students at Fordham University. Some of my friends and acquaintances were in classes with him, or had played some sandlot sports with him, so as nothing more than a drive-by mention, he entered my world.
The excerpt:
“The person who best symbolized my animal house years at Fordham was Fat Joe. When I was a junior, he had already graduated, but he still came by the dorms every night to drink with us, to chew the fat, and to play cards. The following year brought more of the same, presumably because he had neither friends nor options. Silly Lenny, who was my friend and Fat Joe’s former roommate, explained that Joe had not always been fat. He had been a svelte and athletic 160 pounds as a freshman, but had gained close to a hundred pounds by the time I knew him. We asked Fat Joe how he could have gained so much weight, and he attributed it all to constipation. By his own admission, therefore, he was totally full of shit. He was completely correct in that assessment.
Fat Joe used to brag to us in crudest terms about his love life, portraying escapades that would make Casanova seem like a monk.
“I know right away when a woman wants it, Wolf, I can smell it.”
We found his claims highly unlikely for two reasons.
* First, because he spent seven nights a week playing poker with us;
* Second, because he was Fat Fucking Joe.
Shortly before graduation, our conclave of animals convened to vote for the “douchebag of the year,” as we had every year. For the seniors among us, this marked our final chance to participate in this solemn and time-honored ritual, so we felt as if we were fulfilling our sacred duty to memorialize not merely that year’s biggest douche, but the biggest douche we had known in our time as comrades. Each voter had to list ten names in ranked order. The Pecker, who had arrogated to himself absolute authority as our election official, was forced to tear up Rudy Cassoutie’s ballot because Fat Joe’s
name was not to be found anywhere among the ten nominees. Rudy was our chum, but he obviously had to be disqualified, given that Joe was not just a big, fat, fucking douchebag, but was the biggest, fattest, fuckingest, douchebaggiest guy in the history of Fordham University.
And that was no small achievement, given that Joe was in the same Fordham class as Donald J. Trump. ”
In the unlikely event that you enjoy this kind of crap, you can buy the book here. Fair warning. You probably expect it to be funny, and some of it is, but you probably also expect it to take nothing seriously, and in that respect you will be disappointed. It is funny and sad, as if written by Nabokov without the talent.
To be fair, I should note that Trump was not a fat guy at the time. He played a varsity sport (squash!), was known even then as a solid golfer, and was said to be a total stud at many intramural sports. One classmate recalled a story of Trump punting a football 50 yards while wearing his street shoes.
It appears that she will be more provocative than some other celebrities in the space, like Shannon Elizabeth, whose efforts are PG-13 at maximum. On her first day on Only Fans, Jamie posted this video.
Here’s a particularly interesting frame:
German historical drama.
1945: The last days of the war. In a remote mountain hut, Anton, an SS deserter, and Hannah, a Jewish woman, meet. From distrust, feelings develop between the two. But the danger is ever present. For the two, the war is far from over.
Psychological drama from Switzerland.
Nothing feels normal for Norma. Her son is growing so fast since her partner vanished. In her dreams she is haunted by him. Norma feels it must be more than «just a dream». When waking up mysteriously pregnant she wonders: Can it be real?
This film, labeled action/horror by IMDb has been appearing at festivals for years, but is recently released. It is a joint effort from Argentina and the USA. It is also known as From Within.
Sofia is an ex-professional runner who ends up working as a mule for a drug cartel. When she and her best friend are ambushed by two corrupt cops who want to kill them and take the drugs, hell will break lose when they find out what they were carrying is not of this world. Now it’s up to Doc, a cartel sicario and Sofia’s lover, to save their lives.
Semi-related trivia:
What is the oldest formal sports competition that is contested by professional athletes today?
If you consider only events that are recorded by history:
It would be tough to top running. The very first Olympiad was held in 776 BC. No other event can tie for the oldest because a run was the only event in that competition! (It was slightly shorter than a 200-meter dash.)
Official running competition has therefore been around for slightly more than 2,800 years. (Probably more, but we don’t know of formal competitions before that time.) There are professional runners today, competing for cash prizes in marathons and elsewhere.
The oldest team sport that answers the question is polo, which dates back to about 600 BC, and is still played professionally in Argentina and elsewhere.
If you change the question slightly, sumo wrestling seems to be the sport that has been contended professionally the longest. Professional competitions have run continuously from 23 BC until now.
If you consider educated guesses about pre-history:
* There are cave drawings of wrestlers from approximately 15,000 years ago.
* The same is true of running. Nobody can say precisely which of the two sports was the first to exist in formal competitions.
* We don’t know when the first archery competitions were held, but we know that archery itself dates back some 20,000 years.
Those facts again lead us to conclude that running is the right answer to the original question, since there are professional runners today, but are no competitive professional wrestlers or archers. (Today’s professional wrestling is a subset of acting rather than a competition.)
