When I was a wee lad I sent away for X-ray Specs, the kind of glasses popular with gullible pre-pubescent boys. I’d found the ad in the back of comic book, and I was desperate enough to think they’d work.

After all, we’d split the atom and put a man on the Moon. Surely developing a pair of $1 glasses to peer through women’s clothing was not beyond our grasp. I remember how excited I was when they arrived. How I made sure not to look at my mom as I ran out into the street. Read the rest of this entry »

Tampa Fla. - This week a jury of 12 happy idiots found Max Hardcore (aka Paul Little) guilty of 10 counts of distributing obscene materials over the internet and mail. Each count carries a maximum penalty of five years in federal prison and a $250,000 fine

If you don’t know Max, he’s a pornographer. Some might call him a monster. And he’s fond of brutalizing and humiliating tiny young women dressed up as little school girls.

His MO is verbal abuse, violent throat and anal fucking. According to one of his cameramen, half of Max’s sex scenes end up with girls either crying, bleeding or vomiting. Sometimes it’s right there on film. Read the rest of this entry »

By all accounts Russian Anna Loginova was a smart, tough woman. She modeled, knew Jujitsu, and carried a gun. She also ran a successful agency of female bodyguards, many of them trained by the KGB. Still, Loginova was only 29 when she died in a Moscow carjacking.

If I were to list all the ways a sexy model should snuff it, clinging to the door-handle of an overpriced SUV would not be high on that list. Had thieves been jacking Anna’s Porsche 911 G2, then perhaps her death would be easier to understand. But a fucking Porsche Cheyenne?

Better she had choked making a Russian porno, or been buggered to death by one of those Russian bears. According to Wikipedia, “the Cheyenne backseat and cargo area are small for its class.”

Is this really where a hot bikini model should be making her last stand?

Fun fact: Porsche also designed the Nazi Tiger tank. Also implicated in the killing of Russians.

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Bunnies of London bills itself as the cream of the English escort scene. And when you consider that England is ripe with tarts who’ll screw you out of your last dollar, that’s really saying something.

$404 gets you an hour with Harriet, a “brand new” bunny. Don’t worry, Harriet may be green, but she’s eager to be violated by your filthy little penis. According to Bunnies of London management these girls are chosen because they “want & enjoy” being whores.

Want to see Harriet’s O face over kippers, toast and jam? That’ll cost you $2020. Let’s do the math: 6-10 minutes of sex, followed by a little late night TV, 7 hours of sleep, breakfast, and a $2k paycheck. When you think on it, it’s surprising more women don’t choose to become Bunnies of London.

Harriet may be new to the escort scene, but Phillip calls her “Efficient and polite.” She’s “Unbelievable,” Tony gushes. And Dave calls Harriet, “A joy. She made me feel welcome to do whatever I pleased. So I chopped her up, and mailed her bloody bits to the folks back in Kensington.”

Hot tip - Before Harriet met up with Dave she enjoyed red wine, sensual sex, Chanel Allure perfume and breathing.

Editors note: No escorts were hurt in the creation of this article

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Looking for something to top that chiffonier your in-laws gave you last Christmas? Why not pop into the virtual home of the rogue taxidermist?

Sure, the exploding frog has already been sold. But there’s still plenty of cool stuff available. For example, the lower half of a squirrel can still be yours for a only $150.

Or how ’bout an item with a bit more flash? Something that simultaneously says - fuck the in-laws, and I’ve got way too much money on my hands.

Try the Half-Eaten Holstein: only $1,895.00