It's not about the Rusty Trombone or the Dirty Sanchez or shit-stained balls.
I saw The 40-Year-Old Virgin last night on Bravo, of all channels, and I forgot how funny this particular scene was. It didn't feel right with all the censoring in the network television version so I thought I could resurrect the true version here. Remember, life is all about love and passion and not about cockrings and pearl necklaces and Hot Carls and Cincinnati Bowties.
