What I'm saying is this family is a big pile of ew ick yuck sick nast vom yecchles blech blorg shiver sickie. Basically.
So, now, Hulk is suing his former best friend and ex-husband of sex tape co-star, a gentleman by the name of Bubba the Love Sponge (guys, I'm not making any of this up) for a million jillion dollars and his good name back, which we all know is ridiculous, as his "good name" presently brings to mind daughter creepiness, family fuckery and rent-to-own furniture commercials. He is also suing Gawker, because they posted the footage, as well as a nifty play by play, replete with such gems as Hulk pondering answering his phone mid-fellatio because it might be his son (the ringtone is the daughter's shitty song she did).
Mr. Love Sponge has struck back, saying Hulk leaked the tape himself, which is probably true because that's pretty much how these things go.
Anyway, in summation, ew. Also, ew. With extra ew on the site in case you don't get enough on this salad of ew with garlic ew-tons. Ew.