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Masturbation session with step mom Caroline. Your step mom know just what you need and she will talk you through it.

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Do you think that Kendra does not see all the pervy things that you do around the house? She knows everything. If she wanted you to jerk yourself off, she would have given you permission. Why don’t you just go ahead and jerk off right now for Kendra? Go ahead and do it.

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Seth Meyers Ruthlessly Mocks Trump’s ‘Bring Your Daughter To Jerk Day’

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The Jerk – Carl Reiner

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The Jerk

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Genre: Comedy

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Release Date: December 14, 1979


That wild and crazy guy, Steve Martin, makes his film-starring debut in the wacky comedy hit The Jerk. Steve plays Navin Johnson, the adopted son of a poor black sharecropper family, whose crazy inventions lead him from rags to riches…right back to rags. Steve propels Navin through a string of misadventures-becoming smitten with a lady motorcycle racer, surviving a series of screwball attacks by a deranged killer, and becoming a millionaire by inventing the "Opti-grab" handle for eyeglasses-and shows why he's one of the hottest comic performers in the world.

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This Guy’s Pet Dinosaur Is A Total Jerk

Sure, Chris Pratt made it look (kind of) easy, but trust us, you definitely don’t want a pet dinosaur.

Just ask this guy.

YouTube channel “We Have A Dinosaur,” the brainchild of filmmaker Evan E. Richards and actor Quinton Kappel, released the first video in its series of “short films about the joys and perils of dinosaur ownership.”

A desperate Kappel tweeted at Pratt this week, seeking help. In the film “Jurassic World,” Pratt is shown training a group of velociraptors.

Watch Kappel’s dinosaur troubles unfold in the video above.

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7 Words Stopped Me From Being a Jerk to My Son

I can’t say I was really happy recently when I got in my freezing cold car around 7:30 to drive an hour and 45 minutes north to go skiing.

In fact, when I saw my girlfriend later that morning on line to take the gondola up to the top of the mountain, I told her that the only thing that could make the day any better was if there was going to be some kind of math involved at some point. “Are we doing any word problems later?” I joked as we inched our way up to the front of the endless line.

My 12-year-old son, on the other hand, was practically giddy.

I heard him hop right out of bed when his alarm went off at 6:30 and then he poked his head inside my room to see if I was getting up.

“A few more minutes, buddy,” I told him, probably not in my cheeriest voice.

When I finally lumbered downstairs 15 minutes later for coffee, he was sitting on a stool at our island eating the toast slathered with peanut butter that he’d made himself and already dressed in warm layers for his day on the slopes. The night before, while I sat on the couch and watched “How to Get Away With Murder” and pretended the following day wasn’t happening, he was busy packing up all his ski gear in a backpack and laying out his clothes for the next day. He even put my skis and boots in the back of our SUV.

I am a reluctant skier. I came to the sport later in life and never found it very natural to strap sticks to the bottom of my feet and shoot down a mountain. It ain’t right.

But my ex-husband was passionate about the sport and back in the day, I really wanted to be the kind of girlfriend who was up for anything. You know, the Cool Girl. The one who, according to Amazing Amy in Gone Girl, “is basically the girl who likes every f*cking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain.”

But I don’t think I ever totally fooled him. For one thing, I’m a scaredy cat and not a really good sport. I’m sure I didn’t make things easy. But God bless him, he was patient with me. He helped me put my boots on and carried my skis and poles around. He followed me down the mountain and reminded me to bend my knees, lean forward and not swing my arms around. In fact, to this day, I still hear his voice in my head as I make my way down a mountain and adjust accordingly.

When our kids were old enough to hit the slopes, he’d get them all ready for a day in ski school — stuffing little bodies clad in pajamas and turtlenecks (this was before all the fancy long johns came along) into bibbed snow pants and putting all the right socks and boots and gloves on all of those little hands and feet — and wrangle them over to their lessons. Then later, he’d take them out himself, showing them the proper way to get on and off a chairlift and skiing backwards down the mountain as they followed behind, their little skis making a “pizza slice” as they plowed their way through the snow.

A couple of times he even took the older three kids away for the long President’s Weekend to ski with his sister and her kids while I stayed home — secretly relieved — to take care of our little guy. While I sat on the couch, watching movie after movie and drinking red wine, they mastered moguls and learned to ski through wooded glades and by the time I got back out on the slopes with them a few years later, I found myself once again the slowest and most remedial skier in the pack.

So, when my marriage was finally ending, I joked that at least I’d never have to ski again. “It’s the silver lining,” I’d like to tell people.

Except my kids missed it. While I saw it as one giant, expensive hassle that resulted in staring down a steep, icy slope with frozen toes, they grew up thinking that nothing could be more fun. And because we’d taken them away on a bunch of ski trips over the years, they also associated it with cozy nights sitting on the floor with their cousins playing Spit and Rummy and splashing around an indoor pool.

While I was going through my divorce, my girlfriend offered me her condo in Stratton, VT for a weekend to take the kids skiing and I saw it as an opportunity to prove to myself that I could do things like that by myself, even though I still had a 6-year-old to manage. The trip started badly when I discovered, after I’d gone and rented all four of them equipment from a local ski place, that our fairly new SUV didn’t have the proper bars on top to clip on our old ski rack. I’d have to shove them inside along with all our bags and helmets and groceries I’d bought for the long weekend.

And that’s when I sat down and started to cry in the family room with my daughters looking on. But in the first of what would be many times when the kids would rally around me, the girls assured me we’d be able to fit everything inside our truck and even though we were probably pretty squished on the five-hour drive north that Thursday night, not one kid complained.

We were up bright-and-early the next morning to catch the 8:15 shuttle from the condo complex to the mountain, standing outside with all of our bags and equipment in the freezing January air, when after a while, one of the maintenance guys drove by and told us that the shuttle did not run on weekdays. So we shoved everything back into our truck and headed over to the mountain and when we pulled into the lot, saw that the shuttle bus was loading passengers to take them to the lodge.

We made a mad scramble to get all the skis and poles, helmets and bags out and over to the shuttle and I ushered all of the kids up the steps and into the back. It was the kind of bus that I imagined was also used to shuttle migrant workers around to jobs, with a big, open back where passengers stood and held onto poles.

The kids and I pushed our way into the bus that was mostly filled with silver-haired retirees, who were probably taking advantage of the smaller crowds and cheaper pricing of weekday skiing. I ordered all of the kids to hold onto something and started counting heads.

One was missing.

“Where’s Nick?” I shouted, and the three older kids just stared back at me.

“He’s over here,” came an unfamiliar voice from the back of the bus, very near the opening where I could barely make out trees rushing by as we headed towards the mountain. And then I saw my 6-year-old standing really close to that gaping opening.

“Can you grab him?” I yelled to the nice woman who’d alerted me to his whereabouts and she yanked him away from the opening and held him by the shoulders until we pulled up to the ski lodge.

I bought lift tickets and clipped them to everyone’s ski jackets, wrapping the long sticker onto the wire and thinking how easy it had looked when the kids’ dad had put our tickets on us all those years. The little guy went to ski school and the other kids and I spent the day going up and down the mountain.

But in the end, it wasn’t as much fun as it used to be. Something was missing. And maybe it was the expense of it all or that teenagers had no interest in going anywhere with just me, but we never went again.

I’ve gone a couple of times with girlfriends since then and took my youngest to learn how to snowboard at a place about two hours from here, and I waited in the lodge while he took a lesson with some friends.

But he’s been dying to do it again. And it’s not enough that his dad is taking him away for a weekend to ski this month. He needed to go skiing with me.

So when a couple of families in town were heading to a mountain in New Jersey to ski on Sunday, he was all over it. Initially I said I’d take him but just hang around the lodge while he skied with his buddies because A: I don’t really need to ski and B: I’m not the richest cat right now. I’d rather spend that $ 65 on a manicure and a pedicure or when the kids and I go to Hong Kong next month.

“Why don’t you see if Dad wants to go skiing with you, dude?” I suggested.

But he looked at me with those big blue eyes of his and said, “But Mom, it can be our thing.”

“I’ve never even seen you ski,” he added.

Poop.

I mean, who around here even wants to do anything with me any more? Pretty much nobody. And soon, this kid won’t want to either, as evidenced by his actions last summer.

And for as much as I complain about skiing, there’s really no better family activity. Nothing beats having a teenager trapped next to you on a chairlift on a long ride up a mountain or laughing over dinner at night about who fell during what run or who was the last to the bottom of the trail (usually me on all counts).

So that is how I found myself on a recent Sunday standing on a line akin to one you’d find waiting for Space Mountain on Good Friday to rent the kid a snowboard for the day. We stored our bags in lockers and made our way outside and I marveled for not the first time at how easy my ex had made all of it look. And after a rocky first run that found my son on his butt more than standing upright on his board, he quickly found his rhythm and we had a great day. Even though he had two buddies to fool around in the terrain park and see who could catch the most air, he also wanted his mom as part of the pack.

After one run we stopped at the bottom to take some pictures of our group with our phones and I asked my friends if they’d take one of my son and me. As we stood with our arms around each other’s waist and our helmets touching, he said, “I really like seeing you ski, Mom,” and I cursed myself for being such a jerk earlier that day. For even considering not doing something that would bring him so much joy.

It’s like those old MasterCard commercials, in which I’d tally up the costs of our ski day — the lift tickets, equipment rental, $ 4 slices of pizza, my lost beauty sleep — and then tell you, in no uncertain terms, that the end result was truly priceless.

(And look, there was even some math involved.)

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I Love My Dog Because He's a Huge Jerk

I was absolutely clueless when my husband and I adopted Bowie. Before he came into our lives, I had no clue what his breed — a puggle — was. What a stupid name, right?

If I had done research, I would find out that a puggle is a ‘designer dog’ (blech) and a combination of breeding a beagle and a pug. Naturally, they get traits from both breeds. They have a beagle’s nose and busybody behavior and a pug’s stubbornness. Great.

My lack of preparation is not necessarily because I was careless. At nine months old, Bowie was going to be shipped back the the Humane Society for a third time. Being suckers, my husband and I refused to let that happen and made the impulse decision that yep, we’re getting a dog now.

We learned about Bowie’s personality pretty quick. When he was younger, he just wouldn’t sit down. He was into everything. The harder it was to get into something, the better for Bowie. While he’s calmed down in his four years, he still never turns down a challenge.

I think the reason why I love Bowie so much is because of his huge personality and independence. He’s always making me laugh and I have yet to find a better cuddler than him. He’s the perfect blend of adorable and attitude.

And then there are the stories. So many Bowie stories. So many that I’ve compiled the top reasons why Bowie is a huge jerk. And I love him for all of them.

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He Humps His Brother Until His Penis Hits the Floor

Bowie humps his brother on a daily basis, but there are times when he humps so hard that his penis gets huge and almost touches the floor. The first time this happened, I freaked out. I had never seen it get that big. I had no idea where the little guy was storing it. It took a while to get back into his body, too. I was so concerned that the next time I took him to the vet, I asked her about it. She just ignored me. I guess this is common in dogs. How would I know, vet!?

He Doesn’t Listen

Bowie knows what “No” means, he just decides to ignore it. He also understands “Drop it!” but just continues to go about his business, chewing a giant hole in the crotch of my underwear. Wait. He does listen, but only when I say “Want to eat?” or “Does Bowie want to go for a run?”

He Eats Poop

Not only does he eat poop, but he especially loves it in the winter when it becomes turdcicles. We’ll look outside to see his head buried in the snow only to come up with with a white face chomping on “snacks.” On special occasions, it will get too cold for him and he’ll bring his snack inside, mid-chew. Gross.

He Harasses Other Dogs

I have the hardest time taking Bowie for walks or runs because as soon as he sees another dog, he goes into psycho-bully mode. He starts barking and yelping so much that it actually sounds like I’m torturing him. He’s like that kid at the mall who screams “You’re hurting me!!” when the parent is pulling on their arm. When this happens to me, we get some pretty dirty looks. People in my neighborhood have even come up to us when he’s behaving and said condescendingly, “Oh. That’s the dog that always barks at my dog.” Yeah. It is. Now move along.

He Outsmarts Me

I never thought I was dumb enough to be outsmarted by a dog. That was until I met Bowie, who is an evil genius. There are dogs who are smart because they are fast learners and listen to commands. And then there’s Bowie, who is too smart for his own good, and my own good. We’ll see him dash under the bed with a sock in his mouth and wonder where he got it from. Oh, it’s from a previously zipped backpack or duffel bag that Bowie learned how to completely unzip. He also knows we can’t fit under the bed very well, so whenever he has something he knows he’s not supposed to, that’s his go-to spot.

He’s Made Grown Men Cry

Two to be exact.

He’s a Beer Snob

We live in West Michigan, where there is basically a microbrewery in everyone’s basement, so we drink craft beer. When we finish the bottle, we let Bowie lick the inside. In the meantime, he’s an impatient little turd, pawing at the bottle and our hands, trying to get at the beer. Except when it’s domestic beer. We learned this when we took him to my dad’s house and pulled some domestic bottles out of the fridge. When my husband was finished with his, he put it up to Bowie, who then sniffed it, let out an exasperated “Pffft!” and turned his head away. We tried it again. Same thing. My dad then brought out a bottle of craft beer and Bowie was suddenly happy.

He Peed on Kids

Our next-door neighbors run an in-house daycare. When it’s nice, they let the kids play outside, where they immediately start feeding Bowie sticks and leaves through the fence. My husband and I have told them multiple times not to do it. I even told them if they did it again, I would walk over and feed them leaves. That worked for about a day. That was until they pissed Bowie off. He was outside one day and the kids were at it again. They fed him sticks first, which he loves. When they ran out of sticks, they switched over to leaves. Bowie wasn’t havin’ these leaves. So what did he do? Only the next logical thing. He lifted his leg toward the fence and started peeing. He peed on the kids. The kids started screaming and running back toward the house yelling, “He’s peeing! He’s peeing!” Those suckers haven’t been to our side of the fence ever since.
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