ANOTHER RED-BAND PAUL RUDD TRAILER
01.20.09Here’s another red band trailer for I Love You, Man, whose preposterous premise is that Paul Rudd doesn’t have any male friends. We also get a preview of a new subplot, that Rudd’s fiancée doesn’t do fellatio. I think most guys would agree that no fellatio = not marriage material. Possibly not even one-night-stand material. Unless she’s really into anal or under 17. What? Why are you looking at me like that? Anyway, grow up, ladies. You want some idea what we’re dealing with, turn the dick inside out. And you don’t see us complaining. High fiving, maybe. Hey, why does this post smell like Axe Body Spray all of a sudden?

Are you saying that there actually are wives that still give their husbands head?
Preposterous.
Ever since the postmaster shot up the local post office, I don’t have and mail friends
I like to think women don’t like to blow me because my dick is too big.
It helps me overcome the trauma I suffered from being called “Stack O’ Buttons” by the rest of the basketball team all through High School.
So, can I get a woman to blow me by taking her to see this movie and then nudging her in the ribs with my elbow while going “See? See?” Chicks will fall for that, right?
What’s so red band about watching a little yellow arrow spin around? I can do that all day.
This movie shall be known as a Dick Flick, where the stereotypical plot of a romantic comedy/chick flick is re-used, but the female leads are replaced with actors that appeal to the 18-24 year old male demographic. Welcome to HELL.
JHC, now you’ve got a surefire pick-up line for all that jailbait at the Coraline premiere.
“So you like buttons eh? Well I’ve got a whole stack of em in the magical land of Backofmyvolkswagonarnia!”
That’s OK, I took time out of my job that I take very seriously to look for the red band trailer on YouTube so I could understand what we’re talking about.
Who rudd give head without getting it back? Paul rudd.
No fellatio = not dating material.
No swallow = not marriage material.
No A2M = story of my life.
Have we settled whether that was Rourke’s actual dong, or just a prosthetic?
I had the same problem as this guy, but I tried to use the Internet to solve it. Adult Friend Finder was a mistake.
YOUR MOM IS A PROSTHETIC!
Does anybody make a movie anymore with a premise that CAN’T be described in one (short) sentence? “Guy Looks for Male Friends,” “40 Year Old Virgin,” “Paul Blart Mall Cop,” “Tom Cruise is a Good Nazi.” Sheesh.
BTW Elmer Fudd > Paul Rudd.
Vince, the actual term for his mom is “Japanese Love Doll.” Prosthetic is such a clinical term.
Juan, anything can be boiled down into one sentence. Like that time three different lying bitches got me sent to the slammer.
Fictional characters can go down on their girlfriend 5 times a week. Real people like Jeremy Piven get mercury poisoning.
Alternate trailer song: Pixies – Gigantic
“Hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, I won’t suck your ball…”
Hey, I get easily confused, man! It’s all Marky Mark’s fault!!! *SOB!*
runs off to the holodeck to cry
I love hunan.
New up, more grown men crying!
Jason Siegel is pissed that he doesn’t get his own tag on FilmDrunk. How many times does he have to show his dong on film to get a freakin’ tag?
One time a man made me scream for his corndog under a dock. 6th grade was so awkward.