December 29th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
More Visions Of Christmas
If the competing visions of Christmas previously discussed left you cold and/or depressed, maybe you’ll like this festive version a bit better:
More here.
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December 29th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Venn Diagram: Who Is Paid To Touch Your Junk?
From Chart Porn, where you can also find a lively math nerd discussion about whether or not this is a properly constructed Venn Diagram. That’s actually quite hilarious, but I urge you — should you feel the need to participate — to do it there. All the people trying to score “someone is wrong on the internet!” points in that discussion would, if they came here, set off my comment moderation reflexes like I’d discovered flaming cockroaches under my woodpile. {stomp stomp stomp!}
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December 28th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
The Way To Go Parasailing
I’m not sure they’re doing it right, but it looks like fun:
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December 28th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Simple (Bondage) Pleasures
Kids these days, with their fancy whips and their cattle prods and their Samurai electro-probes and their leaping straight for the clitorises…
Why, there used to be a time when, you had a woman tied up, it was OK to just tease her a little, you didn’t need to put on a circus:
Via Bondage Blog.
December 27th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Bettie Page And Her Smile
It’s possible to pay too much attention to Bettie Page. She’s everywhere, and arguably she’s overdone. But arguably, there’s a reason for all of it. And the reason is this smile:
I think this is one of the better Bettie Page shots I’ve seen. Found it, as per usual, on Usenet.
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December 27th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
She, Too, Is Astonished
I’m not typically impressed by a porn model’s self-regard. But in this case, it may be understandable:
Camera One, zoom in, please?
Picture credit: Action Girls.
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December 27th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Under The Bleachers
Suspiciously: “What where you doing down there under the bleachers?”
Innocently: “Oh, nothing. Just hanging out and talking with a couple of the guys.”
