Shits and Giggles Never Hurt So Bad: The Face Off

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So, Angela gave me this DVD to review called The Face Off. Angela must know that I have a high threshold of pain and stupidity, which is the best way to describe viewing this DVD.The way I understand it is that the guys from Spy Hop productions were asked to participate in a scavenger hunt of sorts that required them to do a bunch of fucked-up shit. Each stunt being a check on the list of things to do. God, I hope they win. I mean, who wants to eat their own barf for nothing? If I’m eating my own barf on purpose, there’d better be a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow.

Fortunately, the week before I viewed this DVD, I spent an entire night at my buddy Abu’s house pulling tubes and watching GG Allen live performances. Which definitely softened the blow of having to watch The Face Off. Watching GG Allen made me realize that no one except for him is punk whatsoever. NO ONE! Sure, the guys in The Face Off drink their own piss and get drunk ho-bag cum bucket chicks to show them their sweater kittens. Well, GG Allen ups the ante by eating his own shit and then punching a drunken ho-bag cum bucket chick in the face. Can anyone top that?

They do have a nice quote from Orrin Hatch on the back (or Senator Shitbrain, as I refer to him) that says, “I am deeply troubled by all the smut and violence…” I was deeply troubled too, but not by the smut and violence; more by the lack of originality this DVD provided. Not to discredit Spy Hop’s tremendous efforts at stupidity, but every stunt on this DVD has already been done and I’ve already seen it.

Why couldn’t the stunts be more original? Like having a barbeque at Veg Fest or seeing how many dreadlocks they could set on fire at a drum circle? They could have also beat off for the chimpanzees at Hogle Zoo instead of the chimps beating off for us. Or just call in a fake amber alert. Now that I would pay to see!

But obviously, the company who did instigate the scavenger hunt is still trying to ride the Jackass wave that stopped being funny once those MTV douche rags got famous. Monkey see, monkey do, to me that’s the perfect way to sum up MTV, for that matter.

Now, if anyone does want to see this DVD, word on the street is that you can pick it up for $5 at Lost Art or Koi Piercing palace. If you know any of the Spy Hop guys personally, you should buy it. Or if you think you are one of the drunk girls getting the word Hectik written across your milk dispensers, you should give these guys $5 as well.