As I mentioned last week, the Air Sex National Championships went down in Austin, TX, on Friday night. If you’ve never seen Air Sex, it’s a (for lack of a better term) head-to-head competition where performers execute no-holds-barred imaginary f**k-sessions on stage for the enjoyment of an audience of folks trying not to throw up. Brooklyn Decker was there in the crowd, apparently. I was on stage as a judge, because (1) I’ve been lucky enough to judge a few of these during its most recent touring schedule, and (2) I am not even ABOUT to pretend-hump something in front of Brooklyn Decker.

I put together a gallery of the show’s best and most iconic images (with the help of my good buddy Lex Lybrand of Wear The Cheese), and here’s a quick guide to what you’ll see as you flip through it:

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(note: This image of Air Sex World Championships host and future pro wrestling manager of the decade Chris Trew hyping up the crowd is the most safe-for-life image I could use from this year’s event. If I put up most of the images in this gallery on the main page we’d lose our sponsors and I’d have to get paid with the Mr. Skin Minute. Not a world I want to live in.)

In case you haven’t been closely following the sport of competitive imaginary f**king, the Air Sex competition you may remember from last year has become a national sensation, with competitions popping up in Los Angeles, Chicago, and alongside acts like Donald Glover and Captured! By Robots during Fun Fun Fun Fest in Austin, Texas. The Funfest competition (which featured a guy pantomime-humping to the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers theme song) was such a hit that Air Sex’s “Wrestlemania”, the Air Sex World Championships, came to Austin last weekend. Pretended to come to Austin. You get what I’m trying to say.

Anyway, your perspectives on sex and humanity won’t be complete until you’ve flipped through some pictures of the event. All pics in this gallery are courtesy of Slightly Removed Photography (because how close do you want to get, honestly) and if you’d like to see more, or find out where naked fat guys and the occasional lady will be pretending to blow each other in your area, check out AirSexWorld.com.

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So it looks like the people trying to build a Formula One race track in Austin, Texas, have been taking negotiation tips from the NBA.

[Formula One boss Bernie] Ecclestone said last week the sides have “forgotten to talk to each other.”

In case you haven’t been following the story (like most people who live in Austin), here are the two sides; On side one, the billionaire Circuit of the Americas officials who won’t move construction on a 130,000 to 140,000-seat race track forward until they have a contract from Formula One to stage the race in Austin next year. On the other is Formula One itself, who made a surprise announcement in 2010 that Austin would host “the return of the U.S. Grand Prix on the first track built specifically for Formula One”, kept pushing back the schedule and eventually (and somewhat randomly) announced a different race to take place in New Jersey in 2013. Meanwhile, the people of Austin are being asked to take their money and throw it into a gigantic dirt hole which will eventually be filled back up with dirt and driven over in normal cars.

Instead of reaching any sort of working agreement, both sides seem set on topping each other with racing-jargon press statements.

The Associated Press left a telephone message seeking comment from Hellmund. A statement from [former race driver Tavo] Hellmund’s Full Throttle Productions said: “It is the responsibility of Circuit of the Americas to bring it across the finish line. For the sake of everyone, we are hopeful that they can reach an agreement with Formula 1.”

We hope to drive the point home by putting our athletes indy car and having them race to finish the track, right, everybody?

Austin is a great place to live, but our sports and entertainment organizers need to tighten up. First we lose Danzig over some French onion soup and now we’re going to lose our track because you’re forgetting to talk about it? What’re we, Moody?

[via SI.com]

World records are a grey area for With Leather, because while they’re of a competitive nature, they’re not always sports-related. We’ve examined the worlds of competitive eating and furniture racing lately, and neither are sports, despite the claims of a woman who ate a buttload of chicken wings. However, today’s world record news features one of the greatest sports ever – having boobs.

Sheyla Hershey, a certified American hero, set out in 2008 to achieve the world record for jug size. Two years ago, she pumped her chest puppies up to a whopping 34FFF after eight operations. In 2009, she said, “Bigger!” and inflated her grand tetons to 51KKK, and as of three months ago she was rocking an M cup. And as awesome as she is for her achievements in breast size, she’s called it tits, er, quits. Her reason? Her boob size might be killing her. Quitter.

Eyes up here, all the way up here, FOX 26 News:

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