Just like everyone trying to make a comeback, The Ultimate Warrior figured it would be a good idea to make a reality show. After watching this little clip, I’m not sure exactly what the purpose is but it looks like it’s his job to try to make sissy little emo children into men. He makes them work out, sprint, lift, anything he can to make them puke in a bucket that he conveniently brought along. He might not be able to wrestle anymore, but the Ultimate Warrior still can run his mouth like a professional.

Teen bride Courtney Stodden hit the beach with her 51 year-old hubby and a teeny white bikini to prove once and for all the goods are real. Although we’re still not convinced Courtney’s never visited the plastic surgeon, there’s little doubt she’s recently paid visit to the spray-on abs technician. What do you think? All natural? Hot? Not?

We made a vow here at COED to stay far away from the ridiculousness that is Shaq’s Big Challenge. But when the backsides of Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh were pushing up against the inside of my flatscreen while flipping across ABC, all I could do was watch. Great television? No. Great opportunity to pay tribute to the butts of The Greatest Sport on Earth? Absolutely.

Oh, reality shows: the bane of our existence and our favorite guilty pleasure. ‘Tis a paradox.
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