Hell, we're idiots but at least we know we're idiots. Most people don't have the slightest clue that their idiots. This lack of self-awareness is what leads people like your Uncle Bill to wax philosophical about what should be done about the crisis in Syria or any other topic in which he has little to no real experience or knowledge.
So when we stumble across a person who exhibits even the briefest moment of intelligence, we like to point it out. Enter, former adult performer Indigo Augustine.
A few weeks ago, I received an email from a young lady named Cherry. I was not familiar with the email address, nor the name, she said (and I summarize), my name's Cherry and I'd like to be featured on your site. She attached a photo of herself and lucky for us, she was pretty darn attractive.
I did some basic research and discovered that she was a cam-girl and her very own membership site I thought, good for her, if she's gonna work in the adult industry it's nice to see her working as her own boss. Being more than happy to help spread the word about her site and cam work, I wrote her back saying that we'd be happy to review and promote her site. We asked if she might be able to send some pictures, or maybe a day pass to her site so we could (entertain ourselves of course) and brag about what we had seen, encouraging folks to sign up, check it out, etc.
One of the few remaining joys in life that keep me from suicide (besides discovering semi-nude photos of Katy Perry are semi-nude photos of Prince Harry.
One of the few remaining joys in life that keep me from suicide (besides discovering a female gymnast that doesn't look like a creepy middle-earth weasel) is coming across semi-nude photos of Katy Perry.
I don't know what the temperature has been like where you're at, but it's been hot here in Philadelphia. As sweaty and pasty degenerates, those of us maintaining the POPPORN empire do not fare well in such vehement extremes of weather. The warmth of the sun causes us to bake, peel, complain and in general, wish we were dead. Thus, we generally tend to seek shelter inside a cold and dark office or apartment, where we can cease our sweats, calm our nerves and generally tame our rage.
Every bit of common sense I have is telling me to ignore this. But I can't. Because Bangs called me lazy the other day, and while I'm fairly sure if was a brief statement of fact and not any sort of challenge, I can't help but feel like I've got to add something to popporn while he's away making pornography with BUCKTON. And this Octomom stuff literally popped up in front of my face this morning while I was scouring the internet for my usual plethora of comic-book-related news tidbits (Jonathan Hickman's writing Avengers!).
I am incredibly shallow and pondering any meaningful interaction with another person only sends shivers down my spine in wave after wave of anxiety and repressed hostile tendencies.
To say that Sasha Grey is a bit of an enigma would be an understatement.
Last week, BUCKTON and I were out in Los Angeles to shoot our upcoming Official Revenge of the Nerds Parody. It's coming out in April and ended up being one insane shoot. There's really too much that went wrong on set to try and explain, however, for everything that went wrong, there was a mutually rewarding thing that went right to make up for it. While the shoot days were long and pretty grueling, we were able to snap a few sweet photos from set to show to you here. Thankfully, BUCKTON stepped in to describe what's going on in each of these photos because frankly, I was accidentally roofied on set and spent most of the time trying to pick up on inanimate objects. Odd. Nonetheless, this movie is going to be pretty fucking epic and we'll be giving you updates pretty regularly as we go into post-production. And off we go...