<![CDATA["Don't Hassle The Hoff": The Hoff Tries To Dance With A Star - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA["Don't Hassle The Hoff": The Hoff Tries To Dance With A Star - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA["Don't Hassle The Hoff": The Hoff Tries To Dance With A Star]]> Peace, love and Hoff.

DeeHaney

]]> <![CDATA["Don't Hassle The Hoff": The Hoff Tries To Dance With A Star]]> i am having visions of the ghostwriter of this one, arriving home from taped interviews with the 'Hoff, and pouring toothpaste glasses of whiskey, and draining them one after the next. or at least that's what i imagine i would do in those circumstances.

josh speed

]]> <![CDATA["Don't Hassle The Hoff": The Hoff Tries To Dance With A Star]]> "Sir Henry von Hasselhoff"

best name for a penis, ever.

ellagood

]]> <![CDATA["Don't Hassle The Hoff": The Hoff Tries To Dance With A Star]]> Let's see . . . we have . . . the Hoff, a dachshund puppy with an adorable, faux Euro nobility title, a money grubbing one-legged ex-model who dabbled in blue photography because she was "young and needed the money" served up with a side dish of the cute Beatle with the droopy eyes . . . holy %$#!, the only way this story could get any better would be if it involved handcuffs, an egg beater and a Twister board . . .

DonLaFontaine

]]> <![CDATA["Don't Hassle The Hoff": The Hoff Tries To Dance With A Star]]> He knew her artificial limb would come in handy if it was hollow.

Coldouglas

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