The Tao of Joe Dirt

A loving tribute to cinema's unsung hero.

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Dang!

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Guy likes to see homos naked, that don’t help me.

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Dude you were eating off of it!

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You see the peanut? Dead giveaway.

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Seriously people, where is the best costume design Oscar? Is it too late for some sort of retroactive decision?

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You just said your sister’s hot. What a fa-reak. You’re going to hell, man.

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Who do you love?

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What? No. Ow.

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I guess it weren’t no circus.

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Maybe if it came out of Charlene Tilton’s ass I’d take a bite.

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I got the poo on me.

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My mom came out way too butch, and looking like Richard Ramirez

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I can see down your shirt.

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This mofo knows not to mess with Sir Joseph Dirt.

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Ooh August, I don’t got this one.

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Dear Publisher’s Clearing House, my latest copy of DANG! Magazine has not arrived. I’m very concerned. Please advise.