BRING IT ON. ACTUALLY, DON’T.
11.18.08Courtesy of Empire, I’ve got the red-band world premiere trailer for Fired Up.
The film stars Heroes’ Nicholas D’Agosto [aka the guy who spit on Mr. M's car in Election -Ed.] and Dumb and Dumberer’s Eric Christian Olsen. They play Shawn and Nick, stars of their high school football team who decide to sign up for cheerleading camp and be surrounded by girls instead of spending their summer in football training. But when D’Agosto’s Shawn falls for head cheerleader Carly (Sarah Roemer), the pair realise that they’ll have to really, er, bring it on to save the team and win the girl.
That’s weird, I thought they already made this movie 15 times.
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I thought this was about Christopher Lloyd’s house again.
I thought this was the Richard Pryor biopic.
This is like Just One of The Guys meets The Hot Chick!
Eric Christian Olsen is like Eric Bana meets Hans Christian Anderson meets Nelly Olsen from Little House on the Prarie!
I was a cheerleader in high school until homecoming when the football team gangbanged me from behind while i was bent over a pinball machine.
GO BULLDOGS!
Heroes can, for lack of a better term, kiss my ass this season. I wash my hands of this nonsense. Good day, Tim Kring.
I was a male cheerleader in high school, but then they found out my real age and now I’m back at my office.
Fuck Him running! THe Mighty Feklahr is going to have to hold a Klan rally (and disappear in a flash of light before the bombs go off) to get the idea of this movie out of His head!!!
Methinks they left “American Pie presents:” out of the title on purpose to keep it from going straight to DVD.
The closest i ever came to being a male cheerleader is when I kidnapped and posed as Mr Met for three days in 2004.
It’s about time they finally made a movie in which the popular people ended up getting everything they wanted. You fuckin’ uggos have had the spotlight for too long.
Sounds kind of like Superbad meets the “I like turtles” kid.
I guess it’s too much to ask that these two get raped by camp counselors?
This looks like Friday Night Lights crossed with the warning on the back of the Viagra bottle.
If the host of What Do Kids Know? doesn’t take it easy, he could have another heart attack.
The closest I ever came to being a male cheerleader was when I was playing Co-ed basketball and while guarding Joni Westerholz in the low post, I accidentally gave her the shocker.
At least I told the gym teacher is was an accident…
This is like Salute Your Shorts meets cumomelette.com
The closest I ever came to being a male cheerleader was when I blew the baseball team.
Going to cheerleader camp isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. First of all, you have to spend all that money on optics and camouflage; then, you’re like ten times more likely to get ticks on your balls. Maybe I’m just doing it wrong.
The closest I ever came to being a male cheerleader was when I man’d the glory hole in the math pod bathroom.
When asked what was the hardest thing about being a male cheerleader, most answered- “Getting my boyfriend used to my hands smelling like pussy”.
Isn’t Eric Olsen married to… nevermind, maybe I’m thinking of some other Norske.
I convinced my 20 yo girlfriend to pull out her old cheerleading outfit and put it on so I could nail her from behind.
{wonders if anybody has yet to notice that I bring that up whenever possible}
*sends electronic “thank you” hug to chino*
You guys can use your imagination to figure out what thank you hugs are.
Funny, everytime someone else wins a CotW, I’m all like “YOU SHITHEADS THINK YOU’RE THE SHIT?!?”. And then I go back to bed cause it’s like 5 in the morning.
Fire Up! tagline,
They traded shoulder pads, for maxi-pads.
Tagline,
Real manboys plié!
The closest I’ve ever been to being a male cheerleader was the time I was convinced Cheri Oteri was talking to me through the television.
The closest I ever came to being a mail cheerleader was when they started offering the “forever” stamps. I bought a whole slug of them for $.42 and they’re good for, well forever. I was like, “WOOHOO!!!”
*slips out of peyote induced channeling of Glen*
Alternate title;
Jock Straps, to Bra Straps
Am I the only one that thinks that looks kinda funny? Hell, it will be worth the price of admission just to see the hot ass in it.
Male Cheerleaders? This must be the non-Oliver Stone directed Bush Biopic
Squabbler, as a person who has seen a donkey show in Tijuana, let me tell you that seeing a hot ass is not all it’s cracked up to be.
*assumes rightful place in corner by Donk, Peet, and some hobo*
If that’s you in your avi, Squabbler… sure, what you said.
The closest I’ve ever been to being a male cheerleader was the time the varsity football team made me do the “Atomic sit-up”.
Goddammit J! I’m not some hobo, it’s just laundry day. Now get off my lap!
Sorry C-Dog. It’s just that when I saw Donk kicking the shit out of you while you were passed out, I just assumed…
I’m sure that’s her in her avi, Crap. It’s a rule to put yourself in your av around here, right? Hold on a sec…..
*turns around, stops missle in mid-air with his mind*
This movie is one of two places where your cheerleading squad can weigh more than your offensive line.
The other was my High School
Absolutely true story: When I taught high school, the cheerleading coach had to take an extended leave for medical reasons and they were desperate for someone to fill in. So, I went to the Principal’s office, sat down and said I’d take the job. He pauses, takes off his reading glasses, looks at me and says “By law and union agreement, I am required to take every application seriously and give it a thorough and unbiased review. If I don’t, the school district faces a costly and protracted discrimination lawsuit that, in all honesty, we would probably lose. Now get out of my office.”
Perversely, I took that as a kind of compliment.
TETSUOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
“Some hobo”, indeed! GUY’CHA! Go just a few days without showering and changing clothes and you are a “hobo”…
Alternative film title: High School Cooze-ical
My grammy is a hobo?
Bad idea for a movie, brilliant idea for massive casting calls.
Crap, you won a Grammy?
*sees one corner is crowded, goes and sits in another*
Hey Squabbler! Why don’t you and I go rent 9 1/2 Weeks and see if we can’t out do Mickey and Kim?
Yes, it was for “best analog sound editing on a folk or religious album.” So it was a piece of shit and usless, just like a hobo. Even worse cuz you couldn’t use it for “human hunts.”
The closest I ever came to being a male cheerleader was when I lifted this chick over my head at a concert and slipped her the shocker. Coincidentally, that is also the closest I ever came to being Jim Henson.
Lord H, you have FB mail to respond to and an excuse for blowing Vegas to account for.
{points at LH}
HAH LOSER! Mom’s mad at you!
Peet, I think it’s crazy how much you and I think alike. Does your Wife like it when you swirl your tongue around in a …nevermind.
Al, the VEgas thing, uhhhhhh, you see, these guys, they owed me a lot of money, and they wouldn’t pay me, so I….I………….wwwwaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! I’m so sorry!!!!
JHC, you were thinking of me with the tongue thing, not Peet’s wife (well, possibly both of us. Also, thanks for perfecting your technique.)
LH, you’ll make DrunkCon 09 then, I’m sure.
I cereally need to check my Facebook. DrunkCon 09? I need information, man!!!!!
Al, if he wasn’t thinking about you before, he sure is now.
You’re welcome Al. Those stretching exercises are paying off too. I can lick my eyelids now.
Found myself chuckling at some of that, and Rotty’s high school principal has the wisdom of Solomon. Very funny.
This movie looks amazing! [The barnyard pee porn I just got in the mail, not the male cheerleader movie about the blond kid with the huge nostrils].
That’s weird, I thought they already made this movie 15 times.
They did, Vince. But you know how teen movies just HAVE to have a sweet 16.