Not Safe for Work...Out

There's an iddy-biddy kitty hiding underneath his titty.

There should be a proper television content rating for the U.S. version of The Biggest Loser. I'm talking about when the men are first weighed and take off their shirts and are completely topless underneath. For my emotionally traumatized eyes that's blatant nudity, of the seriously unwanted kind. I don't understand why the producers of this show are not fined for broadcasting indecency. Those sorry excuses for breasts look no different than the one Janet Jackson publicly put on display during her infamous wardrobe malfunction at the Super Bowl XXXVIII half time show.


Janet "Flap Jack" Jackson.



Photographed by Eddie Murphy.

Even the show's personal trainer, William Michaels, is modest enough to wear a top.

What?
His name is "Jillian" Michaels?
Isn't "Jillian" a girl's name or is he originally from England?
You're trying to tell me that's a girl?!?
Okay, how the hell do you explain the man hands and the Adam's apple?
"Lady Gaga Syndrome"?
Never heard of it.
Sounds fatal.
My condolences to, uh, it.



Screech attempts to single-handedly unhook a bra from his huge head.

Dustin Diamond, who played Screech from Saved by the Bell, would be a far more appropriate host for a show called The Biggest Loser.