Hey, what the fuck happened to Bo Kenney?

Anyone who's been playing in the adult industry sand-box knows the name Bo Kenney. He's the lantern-jawed mammoth of a man who owns and operates Sex-Z Pictures. Or operated...I'm not sure which is the case anymore.

You see, I fear Bo Kenney might be dead.

It wasn't that long ago when Sex-Z Pictures puked onto the adult industry stage and walked away with mega-amounts of AVN awards for their big-budget pornos like Corruption, Upload and Icon. In fact, Sex-Z Pictures walked away with Best Video Feature two years running in 2007 and 2008 with Corruption and then Upload.

In fact, it seemed as if a new studio had jumped into the mega-blockbuster porno ring (breaking up the unholy matrimony between AVN and Wicked Pictures and/or Vivid in regards to award nominations) until, just as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared. After ICON in 2008, they tried following it up with yet another big feature called Fleshed Out. However, this movie failed to do much at the rental or retail level and thus they stopped releasing DVDs altogether by 2010.

So I ask, what the fuck happened to Bo Kenney? Look, a guy this fuckin' classy does not just up and leave. The guy raced sports cars or some shit. Any random google image search for his name turns up about 1000 images of fast cars that look like sneakers.

In fact, Bo Kenney might have invented fast cars that look like sneakers.

Bo Kenney invented pointy toed cowboy boots by trying to put his foot up someone's ass, and, when it didn't fit, forcing that person (now Bo Kenney's bitch) to go home and invent a boot with a toe that would actually allow Bo to put his foot up their ass with ease.

That's Bo Kenney.

Hell, Bo Kenney was wearing bedazzled dress shirts with symbols of crosses and ankhs WAY before Brad Armstrong.

So what the hell happened to Bo Kenney? Some say that Sex-Z Pictures decided to go online in 2009, becoming a tube/membership site. Others report Bo retired to the south of France in 2010 and has been secretly funding guerilla organizations in the Alps, proclaiming to the rebels, "Hillary Scott's pussah bought you these stinger missles, Frenchy!"

But whatever the circumstance, we should all take a moment to recognize that sometimes, a light shines so brightly, teeth twinkle so perfectly, that they can only last so long before they disappear like a whisper.

UPLOAD

CORRUPTION