May 8th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Some Days, You Are The Gorilla…
…and some days, you’re the one wearing the bananas, that’s just how it goes:
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May 7th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Angel Woods, Naked In The Girl’s Gym
Here are a few photos (of the lovely Angel Woods) that are (almost) like being a hidden camera in the girl’s gym. You know, that secret gym where the young ladies go when they want to exercise naked:
Sadly, fellows, I think membership in that gym costs extra.
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May 6th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Balloon Swallowing
Long ago, when dinosaurs walked the earth, cell phones were bigger than popsicles, and P2P file sharing had just been invented, I was testing out the original Napster, or maybe it was an early version of Gnutella, and this balloon swallowing video (.flv format) was one of the first video files I downloaded.
I was reminded of this when I found yet another vintage photo that had to be shared. There’s just something about those balloons:
May 5th, 2008 -- by Aphrodite
Really Complicated Sex Fun
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A great cartoon, and the title on the original reads, “Oh, I think this word might mean ‘Crisco’!” I don’t know if the author of XKCD takes requests, but he can treat this as my vote for more sex cartoons.
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May 4th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Bukkake Spam, And A Pic
Reader KingTaco writes in with some choice sex spam. I didn’t want it in the comment thread where KingTaco put it, but I fully concur with the urge to share it with the broader world. KingTaco says:
I’ve just received what I consider to be the holy grail of porn spam. It’s easily the most impressive piece of all-text advertising I’ve ever seen. I hope it’s not in bad taste of me to post it in it’s near entirety here (near in the sense that I’ve removed the linked porn site because it’s not my intention to try and advertise for them using the Eros Blog comments as a free ride):
“You could be thinking to yourself, how did an exotic Oriental fetish such as bukkake could become so widespread. It’s pretty simple, really. It’s all about traditional, conservative values. And what can be more accepted or conservative than openly humiliating women who cheat on their husbands by dragging them into the public square, binding them tightly with ropes and having every able-bodied male in town shoot hot loads of thick, burbling man-sap into the offending wenches’ pleading, upturned faces?
Nowadays, bukkake isn’t a punishment… it’s a way of life! Modern, liberated young women of all races, colors and creed have awoken to the sexual potentials of this practice, and today, you cannot swing a dead cat without hitting a gal who loves it right up on the face, or right down the throat, or in the eyes, or all over their heads, whatever way they can get it, really.
If you desire your models charming, your content exclusive and your facials hardcore, then (link removed) is certainly what you have been looking for.”
Such a prose poem to the glories of facial spooge almost cries out for a picture, so I went and found one for you:
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May 3rd, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Death Of A Madam
Deborah Jeane Palfrey, the “DC Madam” whose call-girl service got busted in the cross-hairs of partisan payback, has committed suicide. She hung herself at her mother’s home in Tarpon Springs, Florida.
Jeane, I am so sorry. I know you swore to me that you’d never serve another term in prison for prostitution, or anything else. You almost lost your eyesight the first time. I’m sure you asked your lawyers if there was any hope for your sentencing, and I guess it must have looked bleak.
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Was Jeane suicidal, in the first place? Yes, but I’d describe that carefully. She wasn’t irrational to think she wouldn’t survive another round in a penitentiary; her health was poor. And she was brittle, the kind of person who is aware of her considerable intellect and education, but who finds herself in unlucky and vulnerable situations over and over again.
When I first heard this news, I had a resentful nutbar conspiracy theorist moment. This woman had a little black book and she tried to use it in her defense, for all the good it did her. How skeptical, I wondered, should I be of the “suicide” story? How could we ever know if two hard men came over her mother’s back fence in the dark of night, with a rope?
To that limited extent, Susie’s closer view is marginally comforting. But it’s still a sordid tale; as a matter of social policy, we-the-people have driven a woman to her death for facilitating the pleasures of powerful men. I’m not seeing why it was important to do so.
May 2nd, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Brass Lesbians
This is something I saw on eBay many years ago. I thought then, and still think, that the artwork was unusually attractive:
What’s bizarre to me is that this artifact appears to be, and appears from the corrosion patterns to have been used as, an ashtray. Who really stubs out their cigarettes (cigars?) on pretty brass girls who are licking each other?
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