Category: Greetings

Uncle Scoopy’s Fun House is still active and updated daily. It includes more than a million images and tens of thousands of videos, dating back about 30 years. It even has every days’s Fun House archived as they originally appeared, day by day for 28 years. (The Fun House has been around for 31 years, but the first three years are lost.) Those issues from the 90s have some interesting content, but the images were low res to conform to dial-up speeds, and the actual pages are hilariously ugly! The internet has come a log way.

I’m still taking a bath on hosting that server for the pay site. Of course it is my own fault. I went years without actively promoting the subscription area, and rarely even mentioned it, so I shouldn’t be surprised that the number of members slowly eroded. But many thanks to those of you that signed up or re-signed recently, even when you didn’t need the content! That was kind, and … well, just “thanks.” At this point, Other Crap is a break even proposition, but between all of my costs for hosting all of my sites, I still lose money, so subscriptions are still very welcome. And there’s a lot of material there!

If you aren’t interested in the Fun House, but enjoy reading Other Crap daily, and would like to help get me to a break-even position overall, please consider a donation. Anything helps.

As I mentioned earlier, I don’t want to push this obnoxiously. I don’t expect to make a profit on the sites. I just don’t want the cost of my little hobby to get out of control, and I don’t want to weight Other Crap with ads and pop-ups. It is best when it is simple: just celebrity nudity, jokes, and sports. (And this annoying message once in a while.) I would love to break even!

No donation is too small and, needless to say, no donation is too large.

Wait! Those last five words are wrong.

If you donate a billion dollars or more, that actually would be too large. That would be counter productive, because I’d probably buy my own island, build a private golf course, hire a staff, light my expensive Cuban cigars with twenty dollar bills, erect a giant golden statue of myself, and become so big for my britches that I would forget about the site and abandon you guys. So do NOT give me a billion dollars. Restricting your maximum donation to a few million would keep me grounded.

In the immortal words of a great man, “Thank you for your attention to this matter.”

In case any of you are interested, Aesthete has just begun the ambitious task of chronicling for the Fun House all of the nudity in every season of Naked Attraction, in HD, from 2016 to the present.

As you’ve probably noticed, I don’t push Uncle Scoopy’s Fun House any more, although I keep it active and updated daily. It includes more than a million images and tens of thousands of videos, dating back about 30 years. At this point, between all of my costs for hosting all of my sites, I lose money, so subscriptions are very welcome. There’s a lot of material there!

If you aren’t interested in the Fun House, but enjoy reading Other Crap daily, please consider a donation. Anything helps. I don’t want Other Crap to be weighed down with ads and pop-ups. It is best when it is simple: just celebrity nudity and jokes. (And now this message.) Even when I write about news and sports, I try to find what humor there might be.

Many thanks to those who chipped in! I’ll look at the numbers in a week or two and report back.

This is the rare occasion when one of the most sacred holidays of Christianity occurs on the same day as one of the most sacred holidays of Scoopianity. It is Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day in the Year of Our Shatner 95. Once again the world celebrates the event that has been described as “Mardi Gras with dongs.”

I hope that your family enjoys the traditional bird with all the trimmings. We always put a rooster into the oven at our house, but there’s never enough meat to go around because my brother-in-law always eats too much cock.

I also hope that you did your shopping early this year. I waited until the last minute, and the clerk at Walmart told me that they had no Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day gifts. I guess they must have sold like wildfire this year.

When you get right down to it, that’s not really important. Sure, kids of all ages enjoy the food and the presents, but amid all the merriment, we should never forget the true meaning of Giant Pink Japanese Day. As one commenter noted a few years back:

“Maybe Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day means a little bit more.”

Hemingway once wrote, “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” The same is true of Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day, for no matter where we roam, there is always a giant pink Japanese penis inside all of us.

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Warnings:

(1) Do not be fooled by imitations. Some other countries have gotten penis envy and have instituted Giant Penis Days of their own. Beware. These are rip-offs, although some have memorable celebrations, like Giant Brown Swiss Penis Day, where a different giant chocolate penis comes out of a cuckoo clock every hour. As for Giant Green Irish Penis Day, the celebrations may seem riotous, but it’s still not the real thing.

(2) Do NOT try to smuggle giant pink penises into Japan from other countries. In addition to the fact that you would face the dire legal penalties for giant penis smuggling (imagine Midnight Express, except with giant penises), there are simply good reasons why you should not do so.

• First of all, they would not be sacred. The official giant pink Japanese penises are the only ones that have been blessed. Bringing in a counterfeit would be like trying to pass off a bottle of Ozarka from 7-Eleven as Holy Water in the Vatican.

• Second, the Most Honorable Japanese Department of Agriculture and Giant Genitalia is concerned that introducing a new strain of giant pink penises into their eco-system could cause the native strain to mutate or die out. It’s the same reason why you can’t take frogs to Australia.

The main thing to remember is that there is simply no need for you to take such a risk. There are plenty of giant pink Japanese penises to go around, and that means a fun day for one and all.

On the Scoopy Calendar, this is the second most important holiday of the year, after William Shatner’s Birthday

These are our holidays:

January 6: Mr. Bean Day (Rowan Atkinson’s birthday)

February 24: Unsuccessful Voyage Day (Billy Zane’s birthday)

March 22: Shatmas (William Shatner’s birthday) *

First Sunday in April: Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day
April 18: Eric Roberts’ birthday.

May 1: Cousin Greg Day (Nicholas Braun’s birthday)

June 21: Count Floyd Day (Joe Flaherty’s birthday)

July 8: Hey Now Day (Jeffrey Tambor’s birthday)

August 18: Dalton Day (Patrick Swayze’s birthday)

Note: Dalton Eve (August 17th) occurs on Spicoli Day (Sean Penn’s birthday)

September 19: Talk Like a Pirate Day

October 24: Salieri Day (F. Murray Abraham’s birthday)

November 27: Booger Day (Curtis Armstrong’s birthday)

December 23: Festivus

* Shatmas is also my New Year’s Day. I am now living in the year 95.

The following is Scoop’s Christmas Carol, the same one I have told every Christmas for decades. The message is Christian, but the lesson is universal:

Peace on earth; good will to men.

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Human societies seem to have some common rules, one of which is that the young men must kill or be killed for whatever causes the old men have brainwashed them to believe, but there were a few times in our history when the warriors told their overlords to stuff it, if only for a moment. On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in 1914, during the first sacred holiday of the first world war, the trench warriors set aside their rifles, ignored their orders, and walked into the no-man’s land to celebrate Christmas with their enemies.

Peace broke out in many places along the lines, involving many men communicating to one another without a common language. As the story goes, the Germans first put Christmas trees up just above their sight lines, with signs that said “you no shoot, we no shoot” or “Merry Christmas.” Then the Scots brought out their ubiquitous bagpipes and played Christmas carols. The French broke out their champagne. The men shared pictures of their loved ones. They roasted some pigs together for Christmas dinner, and their chaplains held Christmas religious ceremonies. They cleared no-man’s land of the rotten corpses, buried their fallen comrades, and helped their enemies to do the same. When they had cleared away their dead, they played soccer where the bodies had been strewn.

The real-life aftermath of the unpremeditated Christmas truce was shock among the high commands of the opposing nations. Nothing could be more disastrous for the world’s sense of proper order than to have young men of opposing countries declaring their comradeship and refusing to kill one another. Why, it’s downright socialist! Generals on both sides declared this peacemaking to be treasonous, and all the lingering goodwill generated by the spontaneous outbreak of peace had been completely quashed by Easter of 1915, when the men would again resume the unquestioned killing of one another on behalf of their common God, who had apparently issued the two sides contradictory orders. Before Armistice Day in 1918, an entire European generation was lost. Some thirty million young men would return to their homes wounded. Their mothers would be envied by the ten million others whose sons did not return at all.

As I write this on this Christmas Day in 2025, when many young men are still dying for old men’s causes, it gives me some faint hope to look back on that Christmas of 1914 and recall the foot soldiers who proved that, despite all indications to the contrary, we do have brotherhood within us, if only we reach for it.

It has now been 30 years since the first primitive edition of that venerable celebrity nudity site, Uncle Scoopy’s Funhouse, appeared on (of all places) AOL. There was exactly one picture – Madonna hitchhiking stark naked. There has been a daily edition every single day since then, except for approximately a month in 2023 when I took some time off to rest and recover from kidney issues.

Thirty years is a long time. I still enjoy finding the new material, and I still enjoy writing a few jokes now and then, but I have to admit that I don’t have as much fire in the belly as I used to, and I sometimes wonder how much longer the whole thing will last. After all, my two oldest sons are old enough to play with me in the Senior Games! When the elderly people in your family are your children, you can’t help but hear that ol’ clock ticking. (No, I have no plan to stop. Why would I if I enjoy it? But there’s always something unexpected like that kidney thing.)

Other Crap seems like my new project – until I realize that even this site is old enough to drink. To be exact, it is now 23 years old. I recently tested some posts from the early 2000s, and very few of them still work. Many lead to domains for sale! What can ya say? The internet keeps evolving.

I know that many of you have been reading my blogs since the 1990s, which is amazing in itself, and I thank you all for that.