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Alex Trebek saw me naked!

Written By: coreylevitan - Aug• 26•14

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You don’t know what Jeopardy feels like until its host is staring you in the penis.

The most important story you will ever read about speed dating with a bag on your head

Written By: coreylevitan - Aug• 13•14

speed dating 4How to get thrown out of a speed-dating session for wearing a paper bag over your head.

Serving up disturbed journalism since 2001

Written By: coreylevitan - Sep• 27•11


In my stories, I sample all manner of weird jobs and experiences outside my comfort zone. That’s not because I’m brave. It’s because I’m not. With my scoop hat, I’m George Plimpton willing to jump on any grenade for good copy. Without it, I’m George Costanza.

Because of this gig, my gravestone cannot read “a coward who never tried sh*t.” Also because of cemetery regulations.

The gentlemen pictured above taught me how to be a gangsta rapper. There I am in the center, if you can’t tell, making a “C” for Hard Corey. Immediately after this column ran, no joke, police raided their studio and made several arrests. (Hear Hard Corey rap for you.)

For my adventure columns, I washed the windows at the top of the Sratosphere, midwifed a stranger’s baby and danced as a go-go boy in a gay bar.

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So far, I’ve done my thing for Men’s Health, Playboy, the New York Post and daily newspapers in Los Angeles and Las Vegas, where I authored the most popular local humor column ever, Fear and Loafing, which ran 167 times in the Las Vegas Review-Journal. (Read an article about me in the Huffington Post or hear me interviewed by Howard Stern about a Playboy article I wrote — before meeting my wife — in which I hit on women in inappropriate places.) I’m not going to mention the 11 first-place writing awards these stories have won, because that would be totally uncool.

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Hey, how did that get in there? How embarrassing!

Up and to the right are links to hundreds of my favorite columns and videos. (Use the bars beside each item to scroll downward.)


There was the time in L.A. that I skydived with a Flying Elvis strapped to my back who was, umm, happier than I would have preferred about the experience. But of course, who among us doesn’t know the feeling of plummeting thousands of feet toward possible death with an Elvis impersonator’s excitement digging into your butt?

Speaking of killer snakes, nude modeling in L.A. was another one for the crazy books. And then there was that time I was covered head to toe in killer snakes that were quite literal…

Ballerina was a fun change of pace. That one was from L.A., too…

And one lovely Filipino couple somewhere out there is actually married based on the authority vested in me as a Catholic priest.

Probably my all-time favorite adventure was the time I was detained by the Redondo Beach police for suspicious behavior while dressed as a giant promotional character. Clearly, this was a case of good cop vs. bad cup…
Thanks for stopping by!
— Corey