As you are no doubt aware by now, this last week has been Rocky Week here in Philadelphia. And to say the least, we here at Philebrity have been non-plussed. Why? Because the Rocky worship of late has seemed especially craven and frankly, beneath us all. Any fool can see that the Rocky machine has cut some kind of backroom deal whereupon the entire city has become a living commercial for the new (and final) sequel to Sly Stallone’s shaggy-dog-tale-gone-crazy. And we don’t like it. Not one bit. Why should one of the world’s most beautiful art museums be saddled with a piece of shit statue that looks like it’s not so much Rodin as it is Raymour & Flanagan? Why should we let a movie star allow the world to think that we are an entire city in need of an emergency brigade of speech therapists? We call bullshit. Because you know what? Whores don’t have to like their jobs. Those are just the breaks, Mayor Street. So we figure since we’re all Rocky’s little whores this week, why don’t we show the Rock all the wonderful things we can do with our little whore mouths?
All week long, we’ve been getting these photo-op’s sent to us with Sly and the gang. And we finally figured out something to do with them. So here is your charge: Take a gander at the photos after the jump. Pen a dirty ‚Äî and we mean filthy ‚Äî caption for one of your choosing and send it in to tips[at]philebrity[dot]com. Make sure to put “DIRTY ROCKY” in the subject line. Enter early and often. The winning captions will receive special VIP passes to Spank Rock at the Trocadero courtesy Paper-Street. Think “The Aristocrats.” Think Helen Keller. Think “grosser than gross.” We know you can do it. Go for it. Getting strong now. Gonna fly now.

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This entry was posted on Monday, September 11th, 2006 at 3:33 pm.