It's no wonder you don't see much of Pauly Shore anymore, the man's talent is nonexistent and his humor is about as original - and good - as plain oatmeal, and frankly that may be an insult to oatmeal. Pathetic skits that rip off mostly late-night, second rate junk found on obscure cable channels are about as lame as they come and elicit not chuckles but clock-watching, which almost certainly would have been a funnier skit than his poorly done and completely moronic Cock-Blockers piece. Don't waste your time here; Shore is stuck in the 80s, still as lousy as he ever was, and wouldn't know how to put out "good product" if his life depended on it.
Review of Natural Born Komics
