Jimmy Pop and Evil Jared Hasselhoff Slash

evil_pop @ 2006-09-09T00:23:00

2006-09-08T23:28:25Z

I just found this place! I'm totally excited. I know nothing about TBHG or Jimmy and Jared, but whenever I've seen them together my slashdar went crazy.

And the thing is, I LOVE opposites, Axl/Slash, Bam/Ryan etc.. the whole light/dark thing. So this community is candy store to me.

Newbie post/fic

2006-03-28T00:14:39Z

Hiya :D I'm new to this comm and I come bearing humor!

I had to write this thing for english and I made Jimmy Pop and Evil Jared my characters. They're probably really OOC, I'm sorry >.< Anyway, it's AU and takes place when they're in high school.

Title: Jimmy Pop = Journalism Rich Boy
Genre: Humor & AU
Summary: Evil Jared's plot to take over the world...

Jimmy Pop = Journalism Rich Boy

Out of all the stupid topics he had to get, it was the avian flu. Did anyone even care about it? No, no one did, at least not until people started kicking it. It was going to be the most boring article in the newspaper. This was excellent. Evil Jared scowled at his action plan, resisting the fleeting urge to crumple it up and hurl it at his teacher. He began scrawling ideas and interview questions down furiously, his writing chicken scratch across the paper, when he heard someone clear his throat. Without looking up from his paper, he knew who it was and rolled his eyes. Jimmy Pop Ali, resident journalism rich boy and his self declared adversary had come to harass him.

“So Evil Jared.” He stood next to his table smugly, arms crossed over his chest.

“What topic did you get?” His voice oozed fake interest. Evil Jared gritted his teeth.

“The avian flu. Now go away.” Jimmy Pop smiled at him and strolled out of the lab, laughing quietly to himself. Evil Jared glared out the open door, clenching his fists. Jimmy Pop made him so irate, with his smug attitude and cool Flock of Seagulls hair. He looked down at his Scooby Doo watch. It was almost time for him to catch the bus. He snatched up his books, storming towards the door and turning off the light. Looking into the dark room lit slightly by the glow of the computers, he came up with a plan. He would get that Jimmy Pop, oh yes he would, and he would have the best article in the newspaper too.

The rotting door to the old house groaned as he coerced it open. It swung open from the inside and he fell backwards, tripping over the stairs.

“Why hello darling!” a voice sounded from inside. Evil Jared dusted himself off and picked up his books.

“Hello mother.” He grumbled. Entering the house, he shielded his eyes from the blindingly white interior. The outside of the house was an expert guise for the secret inside its walls, his mother’s multimillion dollar, and extremely illegal science lab.

“How was school?” she asked cheerfully, leering at him from the foyer.

“Um it sucked. Why won’t you let me get cool Flock of Seagulls hair like Jimmy Pop?” he complained. His mother crossed her arms over her chest, the impeccably pressed white lab coat crinkling slightly.

“The 80s are over. Just because he insists on keeping the decade alive doesn’t mean you have to, too.” With that the conversation ended abruptly. Evil Jared skulked off to his room, plotting world domination.

Darkness had fallen but Evil Jared did not give in to the craven weakness that was sleep. Quietly, so as not to wake his mother up, he crept down the stairs. He mused about what he would do when the whole world was his to command and tripped down the last three steps, landing with a loud crash at the bottom.

“Owww!” he wailed, wincing as sparks of pain shot through his behind. He grabbed at the banister and heaved himself up, trying to regain his balance. Checking to make sure that there was only a negligible amount of damage to his person, he continued his journey to the lab. The door to the inner chamber of the lab was big and impervious to most of his tentative attempts at getting it open. Finally he gave up and pried it open with a crowbar. To his advantage, alarms did not sound, and he was free to enter the lab. He rushed over to the big tank at the back of the room. With the crowbar he cracked the glass, letting tepid water flow onto the gleaming floor. A small capsule floated on top of the liquid and hit the floor. Evil Jared scrambled to pick it up and scrutinized it for any damage. Finding none, he smiled evilly and began to laugh manically, his face the quintessence of malevolence.

At his own home, Jimmy Pop was dancing to “I Ran”, reiterating the lyrics in a joyous voice. His face gave no intimation of the knowledge that his arch nemesis, Evil Jared Hasselhoff, was going to cause a worldwide holocaust with a mutated version of the H5N1 bird flu virus. But of course, Jimmy Pop knew. While he danced he tried to think of a way to stop Evil Jared from destroying the world, but he was drawing a huge mental blank. An idea came to him and he scribbled it down with his collector’s edition Flock of Seagulls pen. With great fortitude and copious amounts of hair gel he could pull this plan off and save the world.

Jimmy Pop vaguely recalled Evil Jared as a child. They had gone to school together since elementary and had abhorred each other just as long. He would not let him prevail. His life, and many others, depended on the plan that he had meticulously worked out on a piece of spiral notebook paper. He would follow Evil Jared home from school, apprehend him, and hide the virus. It was practically flawless. Evil Jared entered the journalism lab and smirked at Jimmy Pop. In return, Pop sneered at him, his expression letting Jared know that he was on to him. The teacher, a tall woman who thought she was omniscient and took every opportunity to let the pupils know this, entered the room and demanded everyone be quiet. Evil Jared took his seat a couple rows away from Jimmy and slouched low in his seat. He ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook and wrote something down on it quickly. Then, when the teacher wasn’t looking, he threw it at Jimmy Pop. He looked at it suspiciously before dragging it towards himself with his one of his black Converses. Carefully, he unfolded it. It read simply: “You’re meat.” Jimmy Pop crumpled it up angrily in his hands and threw it in the nearest waste basket. It was on.

The rest of Jimmy’s school day passed without incident. He barely registered what was happening in his classes, so intent was he on working out the wrinkles of his plan. He briefly saw Evil Jared at lunch. He was ahead of him in line, carrying a steaming tray of who-knows-what. Jimmy Pop leaned over and whispered, “He’s going to try and kill us all today,” in the ear of the girl in front of him, As Jimmy was some what popular and Evil Jared was the biggest nerd ever, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and shoved Jimmy in front of her, putting him right behind Jared.

“I know what you’re up to,” he began, keeping his voice low and menacing.

“And I’m not going to let you do it.” Evil Jared simply turned around and smiled before handing his money to the annoyed looking cashier. He sauntered out of the lunch line and sat at a table nearest to the windows. Jimmy Pop tossed a glare at the back of his head and sat at a table of his own, daydreaming about burning off Jared’s sideburns with a Zippo.

He followed Jared home silently, always a couple of yards behind him. They got to a busy intersection and Pop lost him but crossed anyway. He went down a desolate alley which opened into a vacant lot. He looked around but all he saw were weeds, trash, and rusty car parts. Dejectedly he turned to leave but a voice from behind him boomed, scaring the crap out of him.

“This is your demise!” Jared screeched from behind him, his face contorted in anger.

“You think you’re so awesome, Jimmy Pop, but you’re not!” He took the capsule in his fingers and pulled out the stopper. Then, he reached in with his finger and pulled out the single swab. He had refused to heed the advice of many websites he had visited and did not wear a SARS mask or gloves. He took it out and waved it around in the air. Jimmy Pop sniggered.

“You moron! H5N1 doesn’t spread like that!” he laughed, hugging his sides. Then he fell to his knees, coughing uncontrollably.

“So naïve you are, Jimmy Pop! This is an ultra mutated version of H5N1! It spreads like wildfire and kills even faster!” Now it was Evil Jared’s turn to laugh, and laugh he did. Soon, a wild cough overtook him and he went limp on the ground.

“What…what’s happening?!” he yelled, writhing on the ground and coughing up pieces of lung.

“You.Are.A.Moron.” Jimmy Pop growled, blood dribbling out of his mouth. Evil Jared howled despondently that his plan had failed, while Jimmy just lay on his side, rolling his eyes.

“I hate you. I really hate you.” He finally said, still ignoring Jared’s pleas for help. He continued his rant.

“I was supposed to have sold gold records in Denmark and go platinum in America. I loathe you.” Evil Jared rolled over to glower at Jimmy Pop.

“Yea? Well I was supposed to have the world’s first and only banana car!!” he mumbled through the delirium caused by the rapid destruction of his immune system.

“Well I was gonna take over the world and add the book of “Flava Flav” to the bible!” Jimmy Pop fired back, struggling to sit up. Evil Jared crawled to Jimmy Pop’s feet. “Why did I ever let you talk me into this?” he asked angrily. Jimmy gawked at him.

“What!? You did this on your own! And now everyone else is going to die, too! I’m never going to be able to acknowledge the Pixies in one of my singles because of you!”

Evil Jared scoffed.

“Who likes the Pixies, anyway?” J

Jimmy sat on his hands, trying to impede the death of Jared at his hands. They both shut up after Jimmy mumbled something about never being able to make a music video where he was dancing around in a monkey suit and after awhile their backbiting stopped altogether. They both grew silent with their impending deaths. Jimmy’s eyes drooped shut and he slumped over to the side, quietly singing to himself, “The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...” Evil Jared had long since fallen unconscious and lay silently on the ground, twitching occasionally. They both passed as the infection began to perpetuate, infecting and slaughtering people in less then 24 hours. It was the end of The Bloodhound Gang and the end of the world, all because of one boy’s journalism class assignment.

evil_pop @ 2005-10-26T18:32:00

2005-10-27T01:34:16Z

Yo everyone!
I finally got around to fixing my printer, so I've a picture for you all!
Emo-kid Evilpop!
Enjoy!

evil_pop @ 2005-10-26T13:22:00

2005-10-26T20:26:54Z

Title: None Yet XD (Lazy ol' me ^_^)
Rating: PGish
Pairing: EVIL POP! HURRAHHHHH!
Disclaimer: I do not own these fine gentleman, but could you imagine if I did?
Word Count: This Chapter: 2010
Summery: Jared and Jimmy Go Camping...hoorah!
Other Notes: I was NOT going to do this, I was going to post the whole story as one, but this will encourage me to kick my stupid ass into gear and finish it XD

Comments and Feedback make me happy in pants.

“What was that?”

“The wind.”

“The wind doesn’t talk, Jared.”

“Sure it does. It says “Go To Sleep Jimmy, Before Jared Punches You In The Face”.”

“It does not. Wind can’t form sentences. Everyone knows that.” Jimmy grinned mischievously at his friend.

The men were lying inside their separate sleeping bags in the back of Jared’s truck, staring at the roof of the canopy and trying to fall asleep. Camping had been Jimmy’s idea, but Jared seemed to have misinterpreted him slightly. Jimmy assumed camping meant in a tent with air mattresses in a campground with electricity, but to Jared camping meant roughing it in a truck parked by the river, living off of cans of stew and hot dogs.

“Just try to sleep Jim.”

“Why do we have to go to sleep NOW? It’s only ten.”

“Because.”

“Because WHY?”

“Because I’m taking your ass fishing tomorrow.”

“Fishing? Are you joking? That’s bullshit, fishing is for old people.”

Jared sat up and grabbed Jimmy’s shoulders, looking him in the eye.

“Listen. I just wanted a break from hanging around everyone, making the new album and the fan girls. I just want to spend some time in peace, with my bros. So STOP BITCHING!” Jared smiled.

“Fine.” Jimmy sighed, rolling his eyes. “What time do you want to leave?”

“Be awake at three thirty.”

“Ok, I can do that.”

“In the morning.”

“ARE YOU INSANE?” Jimmy yelled.

“Shut up, you’ll wake the bears.” Jared grinned.

“You mean, like, BEAR bears?”

“No, they have fur.” Jared mumbled, trying to fall asleep.

Jimmy wriggled deeper into his sleeping bag, eyes wide in fear. The icy cold air soon turned comfortably warm, and eventually the gentle sound of the river lulled him to sleep.

The next morning came much to quickly, and before he knew it, Jimmy was awakened by Jared screaming “OW” at the top of his lungs.

“What is it?” Jimmy sat up, his vision blurry.

“I hit my head on the roof.”

“Aw, you poor thing.”

“Fuck you. Get ready, we’re going soon.” Jared rubbed his head one last time before opening the canopy door and hopping out.

Jimmy crawled around the bed of the truck, looking for a sweater and his jeans. After he located them he rolled around, trying to put them on without seriously injuring himself. He poked his head out of the truck to find Jared facing away from him, staring off into the trees.

“Jimmy, c'mere and be quiet.” Jared whispered.

Jimmy obediently climbed down and tiptoed towards Jared while rubbing his own arms to warm them. Jared held Jim’s shoulders, pointing him in the direction he was looking.

“What is it?” Jimmy asked.

“Shhh. Look, right over there beside that tree stump.” Jared bent down to whisper into Jimmy’s ear.

“Ooooooh, holy shit!” Jimmy’s voice was hushed as a smile grew on his face.

A small doe was grazing on a little patch of grass while her fawn, still spotted, wandered around, never leaving its mothers sight.

“Look how little it is.” Jared smiled, mesmerized by the tiny creature.

“Yeah, well it’s cold out here.”

Jared’s brow furrowed as he looked down at Jimmy, who just so happened to be urinating on a rock.

“You’re slightly retarded, you know that right?”

“Can we go now? I need a nap.” Jimmy yawned.

They loaded themselves into the cab of the truck to head off to the lake. The motor purred softly and the heater made a gentle humming nose as it flooded the cab with warm air. Jared drove in silence, eager to have some time to himself while Jimmy snored softly in the seat beside him.

When he reached the lake, he left Jimmy asleep and got his fishing rod and tackle box out of the back of the truck. It was quarter after four and the air was still quite frigid, his sweater did little to warm him up. Jared found a flat patch of ground underneath a large pine tree, cast out his line and relaxed, soaking in the amazing landscape.

The lake was a sharp shade of green, surrounded by mountains, trees and animal trails. He spotted another deer on the other side of the lake, a large buck grabbing an early morning drink.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Jared gasped and jumped as Jimmy’s soft voice broke his concentration.

“You scared me.”

“Sorry.” Jimmy sat down beside his friend, staring out across the water. “It’s nice out here.”

“I know.” Jared smiled and leaned his head against the tree, sighing.

“If you want, I can grab that camping stove and make some coffee.” Jimmy offered.

“That would be incredibly awesome of you, thanks.”

Jimmy shuffled off to grab everything and Jared smiled to himself. It was quieter than he had ever heard before, the air was cold and the lake was smooth and motionless. How could one morning be more perfect?

“How do you work this fucking thing?” Jimmy looked perplexingly at the stove.

“I’ll do it for you if you go grab everything else.” Jared instructed as he expertly plugged everything in and lit the propane-fueled stove.

A half-hour passed and they were both sipping steaming cups of coffee, silently. Jimmy had edged his way over to Jared, leaning his head onto the taller man’s shoulder, debating whether to fall asleep or not.

“Thanks again for coming with me.” Jared whispered.

“No problem. I guess I kind of needed this too.” Jimmy looked up at Jared and smiled. “But next time, can we do something that doesn’t involve getting up before the sun does?”

“We’ll see.” Jared laughed. “Who says there’ll be a next time? Maybe I’m sick to death of you.”

“I miss just hanging out.” Jimmy sighed, nuzzling closer to Jared in an attempt to warm up his nose, which had gone completely numb.

“Yeah...” Jared trailed off, leaning his own head against Jimmy’s, breathing in the scent of him, which still smelled like his pear shampoo.

“What time is it?”

“No idea. Around five, I guess?” Jared realized that everything seemed brighter and it was no longer the bitter cold it had been.

“Are the fish avoiding you or what?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I guess we can head back to camp.”

“Who are you, Jeff Probst?” Jimmy giggled as Jared’s laughter echoed in between the mountains.

“I’m at least two feet taller than that guy.”

“And you’re a lot sexier than he is.”

“Damn right I am. Wait, what?” Jared raised his eyebrow at Jimmy.

“Nothing. I’ll pack this thing up.” Jimmy stood up, stiffly and went to clean up the stove.

The men packed their gear into the back of the truck and drove back to the campsite. The day had turned out to be beautiful and the sun was shining brightly, making the men almost unbearably hot. When they reached the campsite, they opened the tailgate so they’d have a place to sit.

“It’s too fucking hot out here.” Jimmy whined, taking his sweater and t-shirt off, tossing them into the back of the truck.

“You were just complaining that it was too cold! You going through menopause or something?” Jared smirked, taking off his own shirt. “I’m starving, are you hungry?”

“If I have to eat one more hot dog, I’m killing myself.” Jimmy wrinkled his nose.

“Sandwich?”

“Sure.”

They spent the rest of the day lounging around in peace, occasionally taking a walk to the river to cool themselves down. The scorching afternoon heat turned into a cool night much too quickly, and before they knew it the guys were bundled up again, lying deep in their sleeping bags to avoid the cold.

“It’s fucking freezing in here.”

“Jesus Christ Jimmy! We’ll go home in the morning, ok?” Jared said, disappointed and irritated.

Jimmy was taken aback by Jared’s tone of voice and he quickly shut his mouth and lay silently; but for Jimmy, silence isn’t exactly his strong point.

“I’m sorry Jare.”

“Whatever, it’s fine.”

“Jared?”

“WHAT?” Jared snapped.

Jimmy wriggled out of his sleeping bag and ‘spooned’ his friend.

“Pwease don’t hate me.”

“Stop that.”

“If you’d look at me you’d see my wittwe puppy dowg face.”

“I mean it!”

Jimmy started whimpering and Jared finally turned to look at him. Jimmy’s lips were turned down in a pout and his already deep brown eyes seemed twice as large.

“Fowgive me?”

“Never.” Jared turned away, trying to hide his smile.

“Fine then.” Jimmy unzipped Jared’s sleeping bag and crawled in with him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Well my sleeping bag’s cold now, yours is warm. Haven’t you heard that two bodies generate more heat than one?”

Jared, too tired to argue, rolled over and attempted to fall asleep but Jimmy kept shifting around and turning over to the point where Jared debated kicking him in the shins to stop. As if Jimmy could read his mind, the movement stopped and he drifted off to sleep.

Jared woke up the next morning to the sunlight streaming in through the canopy window, which made him wonder how long he’d been asleep. He brought his arms out of the sleeping bag to stretch them over his head, then stopped when he noticed Jimmy’s arm still draped over his hip.

“JP.” Jared said quietly, shaking Jimmy awake. “Wake up buddy.”

“Hmm?”

“I said wake up, it’s morning. If we leave now, we’ll get home in five or six hours.”

Jimmy looked down at his arm on Jared’s waist.

“Oh, sorry man.”

“Don’t worry about it. Kept me warmer.” Jared smiled at him as he grabbed a clean shirt.

“My you’re chipper this morning.” Jimmy remarked, not moving from the warm comfort of the sleeping bag.

“We’re going home today, remember?”

“But you don’t want to go home, do you?” Jimmy asked.

“Nope.”

“Then why are you so happy?”

“Because you wanted to go home. I’ll drop you off, then I’ll come back out here and do some more fishing.” Jared smiled to himself as he exchanged his shirts and started to dig around for a fresh pair of jeans.

“So you’re telling me that you’re going to drive for six hours, drop me off at home and then drive ANOTHER six hours to come back here? That’s twelve hours, Jare.”

“I know I passed fourth grade math, but you don’t like it here, and there’s no sense in forcing you to stay, is there? Hey, have you seen my jeans?”

“I’m wearing them.” Jimmy said, sheepishly.

“How did you fit into my jeans, and why are you wearing them?”

“I sucked it in and I was cold so I stole them...sorry.”

“Take ‘em off, I need them.”

“Y’know if you want, we don’t have to leave. I don’t mind toughing it out for a couple more days.” Jimmy attempted to reason with Jared as he reached under the covers to take off the warm denim pants.

“No, don’t worry. It’s fine.” Jared lay down and lifted his lower half in the air so that he could pull his jeans on.

“Well maybe I want to stay now. You can teach me how to not catch fish.” Jimmy smirked as Jared punched him in the shoulder. “Seriously dude, I don’t mind.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

“I guess I just miss hanging out with you, y’know? I’m always stuck hanging out with Lupus.” Jimmy rolled his eyes, pulling the sleeping bag tighter around his body.

“Are you positive?” Jared asked.

“Of course I am sweetheart. I told you that broad wasn’t clean.” Jimmy did his best Novak impersonation.

Jared rolled his eyes. “Pack everything up and get in the truck, we can go to a hotel for a few days.” Jared smiled, stepping out of the truck.

“Really? That’s awesome...I could just hug you right now.” Jimmy tore out of the sleeping bag, searching for any sort of clothing to cover him up.

“What, you didn’t get enough groping done last night?” Jared smirked as Jimmy threw his shoe at him.

Pic Spam!

2005-10-13T14:40:50Z

In my own mini celebration of changing my personal journal header to a BHG picture I decided to come here and pic spam you all with the Evil Pop love! (some not school/work safe)

This is probably what they looked like when they met...which is interesting...and kinda scary.

Fighting a loosing battle trying to forget...

LOOK AT JIMMY STARE!!!!!

Just too cute.

Suits = GUH.

After 'play fighting' with Jimmy, Jared gives in to temptation and relieves the frustration it brought.

*insert low self esteem Jimmy worried about his body compared to his lovers fic*

I just like this picture. They're wearing matching hats.

~~Evil~~ Fluffy Jared Hasselhoff isn't so tough.

evil_pop @ 2005-10-03T20:15:00

2005-10-04T01:17:28Z

Go here to watch the Bloodhound Gang on TV total, as was mentioned in an earlier post. Naked Jared, silly Jimmy, slightly frightened looking host. Good stuff. XD

:::flaps:::

2005-09-30T18:04:47Z

Has anyone seen the new BHG video! It's for a song called "Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo"
I assume that Bam directed it since he's driving a giant banana car through a tunnel.

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

first time poster.....

2005-09-29T22:31:54Z

Good god...I don`t know if this is allowed, but I kinda need to get this out of my system and I think this is the right place for that!

To not take too much space; I´m gonna put this under a ljcut....

Bllodhound Gang on german tv right now
So I was zapping through the channels and I got stuck at a german late show. The host just announced that the Bloodhound Gang was going to be in the show today, so I figured this could be interesting....anyway after a while the finally they arrive and sit down on a couch to talk a little bit. So they were talking about random things, like what they have been doing for the last 5 years since the last time they were on the show, when someone said something about Eminem. So the host- his name is Stefan Raab by the way - said that Eminem came to the show twice and showed of his ass. Jared and Jimmy were like: "really?" and the host was like "yeah"! So Jared said "We´re the Bloodhound Gang, we should do something more, right?" With that said, he starts taking of his shoes, grinning like mad, then he stands up, takes off his shirt and the rest of his clothes, too. Evil Jared just got fucking completely naked on german tv!!!!! The camera showed everything!!!.... So he was running through the whole studio in his birthday suit, the host was comepletely shocked, didn´t know what to do and just laughing his ass off....so Jared wanted to apologize and asked the host to punch him in the face....then a commercial break followed!!!
After this commercial they performed "Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo" together with Stefan playing the guitar, they rocked the stage, that was really funny....after the song they said goodbye and leave...
I thought it was over and I let this register in my head that I have just seen this god-like man naked, when he suddenly comes back and insists that "Stefan Raab" punches him the face, he refuses.... then Jared was like "..then kick me in the nuts", the host still refuses, meanwhile the audience goes crazy.... after that Evil Jared goes directly to a camera, opens up his pants and shows one of his balls that has painted the "logo" of the show on it...
You probably wonder what got me so exited about it, and you´ve probably seen this a couple times, anyway I thought this was worth posting if not tell me and I´m gonna delete it....
http://www.planetguitar.net/artists/herb/tv-total_logo.jpg ........ incase you wonder, this is the logo of the show
http://www.backstage7.de/people/raab/raab.jpg .....and this is the host
I apologize for any mistakes, it´s late and I´m kinda exited^^

Bloodhound Bio

2005-09-19T10:07:55Z

I found a really good Bio about the BHG here and thought these points were good for the community and might inspire something :)

1995 - " To fill out some of the empty space on stage the Bloodhound Gang recruited Evil Jared Hasselhoff, the unemployed bass player from Skip O'Pot2Mus' former band"

? - "Evil Jared Hasselhoff, who had first met Jimmy Pop while attending Temple University, revealed that he could not only play extremely simple bass lines, but that his party favor of eating live mice was, in those days before "Survivor," something of a novelty when performed on stage."

evil_pop @ 2005-09-17T22:00:00

2005-09-18T02:15:19Z

Hey yo! ^^
My first EvilPop post! Yay! And I come with colorbar-ness! Its my first ever colorbar, also. Its just a day for firsts! YAY!

EvilPop Makes the World Go 'Round

Fic: "What Can Jimmy Fit In His Mouth"

2005-09-16T19:11:39Z

I swear it, I'm not writing slash for a long time, I swear it....but.....this is a gift and it's only a ficlet so be quiet LOL!!! Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Title: "What Can Jimmy Fit In His Mouth?"

Pairing: Jimmy/Evil Jared

Word Count: 758

Summary/Rating: What can Jimmy fit in his mouth? Rated NC-17 for smut and G for humor. Confused? Well go on and read!

WHAT CAN JIMMY FIT IN HIS MOUTH?

“Here, try this!” The tall man stated excitedly as he handed the shorter man the large object.

“What? A soda can? Come on Jared, that’s too easy!” Jimmy replied as he reached one arm up and attempted to grab the can from the taller man’s hands. Only Jared had a better idea and he raised his arm high up into the air with a wicked grin where Jimmy couldn’t reach. He laughed as he watched Jimmy stand on the tips of his toes to try to no avail to retrieve the Pepsi.

“Oh yeah, well if this is too easy, how about we try something bigger big shot!” Jared teased. He cocked his thick, dark eyebrow up in a wicked grin as he watched the slow, easy and complacent look on Jimmy’s face begin to twinkle with a hint of mischief.

“Oh yeah, what you got in mind?” Jimmy replied as he put his hands on his hips and looked around their tour bus content to find that with the exception of “Big Shit”, their three hundred and fifteen pound black bus driver, everyone else seemed to be asleep in their bunks. They were coasting down a desolate highway, somewhere in North Germany’s quiet back country. The silent wind of the chilly winter’s night air blew in fluidly through the window of the bus which Jimmy had cracked because he claimed he needed ‘fresh air’.

“Oh, I think you know!” Jared teased and Jimmy smiled. Jimmy walked over to the entrance and pulled the thick black curtain that served as the lounge’s door and made sure to tie it tightly to the wall so no one from the outside could open it. Jared sat down on the soft, black leather of the couch and no need to waste time, reached inside his pants and pulled out his twelve inches of surprise.

“God Jared, it’s so fucking big!” Jimmy exclaimed as he sat down next to him. He could feel his stomach starting to twist with anxiety that he tried to mask with a lazy smile.

“Come on, you’re the one who said you could fit anything in your mouth! Now, shut the hell up, open your mouth and let’s see if you can make this fit!” Jared commanded with a grin and Jimmy rolled his eyes as he lowered his head. He licked his lips nervously to prepare for the large intrusion. He tried to relax his throat because in the years that the two of them had been playing this game, he learned early on that the more he was able to loosen the muscles of his throat, the more he would be able to fit. He hesitated for a moment as his lips hovered over the large object. Twelve inches long and about four inches thick in circumference.

Jared, seeing Jimmy’s hesitation, took one large hand and forced it to the back of Jimmy’s head, where his soft, short , dark brown hair cradled in his palm. He watched with amazed eyes as Jimmy’s lips parted and slowly began to slide down the long, pink object in which Jared had kept held in a tight grip his free hand. Jimmy began to work his head down, slowly moving inch, by inch, letting his throat relax enough to where he was able to get three inches down which soon turned to five, which turned to nine all while Jared leaned back and watched in amazement. Once Jimmy had successfully had all twelve inches buried behind his larynx, he looked up and winked at Jared as he slowly began to dislodge his mouth with a gagging pop sound. Once fully pulled off, Jimmy took his long, pink tongue and gentle licked his tongue across the tip of the pink object, not surprised at the soft, velvety and waxy taste.

“See, I told you! I can fit anything in here! ANYTHING!” Jimmy laughed as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his sleeve and moved his mouth around to stretch out the numbness. Jared smiled and pushed him in the shoulder.

“Okay, so you can fit a Roman Candle in your mouth, big fucking deal! I bet I know something that you can’t fit in there!” Jared responded with a wink and Jimmy moved in closer, laughed a soft and campy giggle as he rubbed his hand slowly across Jared’s thigh and puckered his lips up brazenly.

“Why Jared…..you hitting on me or are you hitting on me?”

THE END

Wallpaper

2005-09-11T21:49:21Z

I made an Evilpop wallpaper! Feel free to use it. I'm also working on a fic at the moment, and it should be posted sometime tonight or tomorrow. I know you're all excited. :D

First Entry!

2005-09-10T23:46:06Z

Hello everybody! Welcome to EvilPop. I hope you all like the layout, I'm not all that skilled in that department. I thought I'd kick off this community with some lovely pics of the boys. Enjoy the community!