In the end, many of them cried.
Zak Sabbath succeeded Pynchon with a hard-on in “We Did Porn.”
Sundown, you better take care/If I see you been shavin’ off your pubic hair
I talked with Deen in Las Vegas about the non-aggressive way he landed the Paul Schrader-directed Bret Easton Ellis adaptation “The Canyons” and about how he copes with his “crippling” shyness.
…it doesn’t take much imagination to remember that, 20 years ago, every single movie would have been a Hairy Girl release.
Unless the toy is for a part of your person you just can’t get at, like the prostate, or in the case that one has tiny Tyrannosaurus hands, most male-oriented sex toys just add complexity. What type of person wants to add complexity?
Having always enjoyed radio and being interviewed on radio shows, Joanna has always wanted to have her very own radio program.
“Bitch, please,” she said. “I just used my willpower to keep it from getting on camera.”
Memes are more effective when mams are involved.
As I’ve been led to understand, pornography is a visual medium.
Granted, Hanukkah is not the most sacred of the Jewish holidays, but when else do we get to see both a menorah and a 2 Live Crew record in such close proximity to Joanna Angel’s nipples?
Conservative estimates say that it takes nearly three weeks to get the New York off of you
“…it would sound exactly like the ravings of a failed musician/actor from Maryland who somehow managed to even flunk out of porn a few years ago.”
Could the advent of a fresh and sassy new adult consumer show signal a turnaround for the porn industry or might I be retarded?
Girls, Girls, Girls…and golf. Two years after his young daughter, Skylar, died of leukemia, Motley Crue frontman Vince Neil began raising money for cancer research the only way he knew how. “I know some very attractive women,” he said. Thus the Skylar Neil Foundation was born. Via porn star-laced poker and golf events, Neil has…
How I wish you were here. We’re just one black pole squeezing in a tight hole year after year.
Angel raps in a way that suggests Sir Mix-a-Lot got married to the Waitresses and begat Sarah Silverman.
“Friends Don’t Let Friends Fuck Alone 2” would make it seem, if it were seen by an alien or the Google-free Chinese, that only women with tattoos and/or pink hair have sex. They would also wonder if James Deen made a deal with the devil to get not only Joanna Angel but also every tatted and phosphorescent vixen who walked into the house.
Nina Hartley, meanwhile, gave a very-present Evan Stone his Best Actor trophy, and they groped each other for a good minute while I stood by, alone, waiting for my chance to do things to Kane that would make the Kama Sutra curl up and explode.
I will be presenting the Best Actress trophy at this year’s XBiz Awards, but I am unsure of how I should comport myself.