Your Dog & Your Cervix: Seriously, Just Don’t Go There

I know you're tempted. After all, he seems like a good boy. But before long, you'll see that he never calls his mother and hasn't had a job in forever. Then where will you be? Sitting alone with way too many jars of peanut butter, that's where.

In a tragic case of too much information, it has been revealed that an Irish woman paused long enough between drunken blackouts and unplanned pregnancies to live out a fantasy and have intercourse with a German Shepherd, only to die immediately afterward from an allergic reaction. It’s just like those people who die eating their first peanut, except with animal genitals.

Putting aside my journalistic objectivity for a moment, I must say that I feel awful for this poor woman. I mean, how was she supposed to know she was allergic to dog jizz? I’ve filled out lots of medical history forms at the doctor’s office, and I don’t recall anyone asking about it. Can you even get tested? Like, where they cover your back with little pinpricks, and one of them is labeled “Terrier Taffy”? Plus, even if there is a test, will insurance pay for it, and how do you bring it up with your insurance agent? I think I’d feel judged.

Speaking of awkward conversations, is it a genetic thing you can inherit? If so, isn’t there an ethical obligation for a mother to tell her daughter that she’s a carrier? You wouldn’t want her learning it on the street, or in some alley behind a kennel somewhere, right? It’s difficult to imagine the ways this would challenge affected parents. The first time your little girl brings home a stray, do you scold her, or calmly sit her down with a copy of Our Doggies, Our Selves and answer her questions? Do you write angry letters to your local TV station to protest their over-sexualization of children with their Scooby-Doo re-runs? It all seems so terribly complicated.

As far as the public health ramifications go, does this mean there are entire families of women carrying the gene for this allergy, walking around like bestiality bombs, primed to go off if they get too close to hound cock? Or worse, are all women allergic? Is this something that’s been kept from us? Because it sounds like something someone would keep quiet… the CDC maybe, or the ASPCA. Probably because they didn’t want al-Qaeda to get wind of it; I hear there are camps in the mountains of Pakistan where sleeper dogs are being trained by terrorist handlers to infiltrate our nation’s network of commie-liberal animal shelters. They’re tracking them by watching for large online orders of Milk Bones and Astroglide.

More news as it breaks.

Pearl Necklace: Jewelry For That Special Someslut

In search of a gift for the upcoming holiday season, but not sure what your special lady (or even specialer dude) really wants? Look no further than Pearl Necklace, designed by Leah Piepgras. Here’s her site’s description:

Pearl Necklace is a seemingly amorphous cast silver shape on a chain that is actually an accurate representation of semen.

Maybe your semen, Leah. Mine looks more like this:

"It's a spooge rainbow, all the way across the sky...!"

The necklace comes in two designs, one of which is certain to match your lover’s taste in viscous pools of freshly squeezed man-extract.

I prefer the second version… it has more character. The first is immature, like a Boy Scout just rubbed one out over your loved one’s clavicle. That means it’s inappropriate for most adult women, unless she’s an algebra teacher in the Florida public school system, in which case, hey, go wild, tiger… you’re gonna need to mow a lotta lawns to pay for one of these!

Head over to Leah’s site and buy one of these puppies for a cool body-temperature $420.

(hat tip: The Secret Diaries of an Extraordinary Girl)

Guitar Heroine: The Greatest Musical Instrument Sex Video Ever (NSFW)

WARNING: This video depicts fictional sexual violence. A non-consenting guitar is fondled, thrown forcibly on to a bed, ravaged, and then thrown away like so much refuse. Please remember, kids: not being able to say no, means no.

The awesome thing about a video like this is how it does a terrible job of promoting the actual song (030 by The Good The Bad), and yet no one cares. This is because there are two absolute truths about music video production:

  1. Aspiring filmmakers hang around bands and musicians knowing that someday, they will have a legitimate excuse for paying a hot girl to get naked in front of their cameras. No one ever cares about the music in such a video, but it may get the filmmaker some nookie that’s way out of his league, and will definitely give him something for his demo reel that he’ll watch again and again, usually with the lights off, doors locked, and tissues at hand.
  2. Musicians tolerate this abuse of their musical genius because they get to sit around on set, smoke weed, and watch all the nakedness without being asked to do anything. After all, spending your days high, horny, and lazy is the baseline goal of everyone who ever formed a band.

Ke$ha Is A Hero. And Sticky. But Mostly A Hero. (NSFW)

Pop-star Ke$ha, showing off her DNA collection.

I’ve heard all the hate the haters have in them. “Ke$ha can’t sing!” they cry. “Ke$ha can’t dance!” they groan. “Ke$ha has no comprehensible reason for existing!” they assert. “Ke$ha needs to be chased around the yard with a power-washer and a bottle of Clorox!” they insist.

But now, seeing her covered in more little swimmers than the kiddie pool at the local rec center, I know the truth. Ke$ha is a role-model. An icon. A delightful slice of wonderful, sauteed in man-butter.

The only thing that could make this photo more awesome would be her deciding to use it as the cover for her next album.

Pissing Pervert Prompts Police Proactivity, Prison Probable

So you’re a young Jersey City lady, orange skin glowing in the dawning light as you proceed through the day’s GTL ritual, and you feel something… strange. Something warm, and yet not comforting. Something moist, and yet not a piece of cake. Something yellow, and yet not jaundiced like your cousin Tony got that time. You, m’lady, are another victim of The Serial Urinator.

Twenty-seven year-old Nitinkuma Patel is accused of walking up behind random women and unexpectedly showering their legs with his frisky flow of festive fluid. He was spotted approaching a 16 year-old girl, pants already damp with what one would assume was anticipation, and whipping it out to give the shocked lass the full benefit of his bladder bilge.

No word yet as to Patel’s motive for this string of sexy sexual assaults, but word from my personal sources suggests that it may have something to do with childhood trauma involving his mother and an obscure incident in a ladies’ restroom.

EDITORIAL COMMENT:

Why is it these guys always have such awesome recall? I can barely remember what I had for breakfast this morning (could’ve been the steaming entrails of a deer I brought down with my bare hands, or possibly a bowl of Raisin Bran) , while Patel here can pee on someone and run home to relive the experience in minute, masturbatory detail.

Perhaps such deviance is like gingko biloba, fortifying the memory via sexual stimulation. I think I’ll go piss on the neighbor’s cat and see if I can remember what I had for dinner last night.

It works! I had asparagus!

Confirmed: Kristen Stewart Short One Vajayjay

"Look into my eyes, and behold the death of joy."

I’ve always wondered about K-Stew. No matter what she’s doing, from Comic-Con appearances to pretending to avoid the paparazzi, she just has this look about her. A look that says “I’m a hopelessly embittered wannabe Women’s Studies drop-out who willingly trades on my modest attractiveness but resents every nanosecond of it.” And in interviews, she doesn’t do anything to dispel that impression.

Now, thanks to Robert Pattinson, we know why. He’s admitted that he and Bella are in some sort of extra-friendly personal entanglement that some would loosely categorize as “dating” and laughingly describe as “heterosexual”:

It is extremely difficult but we are together, yes.

"Yes, that's lovely, dear. Now could you bugger off and find me a nice, fresh penis? That's a good girl."

So what does that have to do with anything, you ask? Well, first, quit asking fucking questions while I’m talking here, you insufferable cockbite. Second, it ties into another revelation that Pattinson dropped on us earlier in the week:

I really hate vaginas. I’m allergic to vagina.

R-Patz demonstrates the only way he can truly be comfortable in a room with hot, naked chicks.

Put two and two together and you get the clear idea that Kristen doesn’t leave much room in her budget for tampons and gyno appointments. She’s as smooth down there as a Brazilian Barbie. There is no room at the inn, I guess is what I’m saying.

So if you were a genital-free twenty year-old, secretly dating a down-low dandy right out of the cast of Dangerous Liasons, and your sole achievement in life was embodying the spirit of a crypto-Mormon vampire groupie who likes a little wolf dick on the side, how would you look?

Yeah, pretty much.

The Early Trailer for Spider-Man 4 Is Here and It May Need a Red Band

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWS8lWILAFg

Jesus! I mean, I think we all suspected something was up with Tobey Maguire, but this? I gotta admit, I didn’t see it coming. Speaking of which, and speaking of speaking, I think I speak for us all when I say that I’m really, deeply glad we didn’t see it coming. Unless we did, and it was just… contained.

Quick question: I need to erase the memory of that video; is it safe to clean your frontal lobe by spraying canned air up your nose? Ah, never mind… forget I asked. It can’t get any worse, after all.

UPDATE: No, it is not safe. Unless you’re looking for a quick way to trigger the onset of adult incontinence, that is. And just FYI, no reason: Depends undergarments cannot pass for Speedos, even if you paint them black and wear them to the beach.

(hat tip: Geekologie)

Scenes From Tom Cruise’s Wedding Night

Someone passed me these photos, stating that they are stills extracted from a sex-tape recorded the night of the Cruise/Holmes abomiwedding. Apparently, Xenu gets lonely in his galactic prison and needs a little stroke material to make it through the eons.

Here we see Tom —outfitted in the protective gear he had specially designed for his evening of nuptial bliss— bravely diving toward Katie's vagina with what can best be described as minimal trepidation.

An entire crew was “on set” for the event, making sure Cruise was properly lit and Katie never made the mistake of looking him in the eye. (“In case she couldn’t help it, we already had her fitted for a Kevin Spacey mask that was kept on standby. But she was a trouper! Just stared at the ceiling and whispered “Dawson”, which also seemed to help Tom maintain interest,” said the source.) After approximately forty-five minutes of “stretching and toning exercises” in an adjacent room with a group of his closest, sweatiest friends, Cruise was ready for the final preparations.

PICTURED: The custom E-Meter that Cruise had "installed" on his person just prior to the Loving Act. Said Tom to Katie: "It will, uh... scare away the Thetans. You don't want Thetans on our baby do you? Now just relax and let me concentrate on what Dr. Bob has assured me is your lovely and entirely toothless baby bakery."

And in a flash, it began!

Hesitating at the last moment, Cruise reverts to instinct and clings to the nearest pole he can get his hands on.

Fortunately, Cruise brought all the determination and focus expected of a multiple People’s Choice Award winning actor to the enterprise, and after only six hours and what was described to this reporter as “…two fistfuls of Viagra and a sign taped to the back of Katie’s head that read ‘You can do this’,” the marital function at the junction was complete.

And in the end, it was all worth it! (Mostly.)

Further details about the tape and its making are forthcoming.

UPDATE: The leak is being spun by Cruise’s handlers as “scenes from the set of his latest film, Knight and Day. Like anyone’s gonna believe that lame-ass title is real…!

One For The Ladies: Penis Follies

First, we begin with the sad, cautionary tale of the guy with the world’s largest (natural) penis:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKczTKLS8hY

Of course, the real reason Jonah is struggling as an actor is because he’s an unconvincing liar. After all, everyone knows I have the world’s largest penis![1]

But that aside, I know what you’re thinking: “Dude, I’m a proud Vaginal-American, and I clicked through to this post with the expectation that I would see some unusual wang!” Well, my lovelies, I can provide you with that which you desire, because here we have the world’s largest (unnatural) penis:

If you want to hear some of the underlying English from that clip, go here. If you want to imagine where he could possibly put that thing, go here. If you want your innocence back, join the club and go here.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] See what I did there? That’s acting, Jonah! I told a lie, but I was completely convincing. In reality, not everyone knows about my giant schlong… just a string of very sore, very satisfied ex-girlfriends. And a tranny named Raquel, about whom no more will be said.[2]

[2] Except this: if people expect us men to keep a clean heterosexual record, then they need to do something about dim lighting and the easy availability of tequila and opaque neck scarves.

Lohan Is No One’s Muse

Normally, annoying and/or boring people become more interesting when they take off their clothes. It’s like magic. Or at least that’s what Rufus the Konjuring Klown told me behind my dad’s tool-shed at my sixth birthday party. But Rufus lied… and had really cold hands, I might add.

Lohan changing it up: having sex with a guy pretending to be Johnny Depp, instead of having sex with a chick pretending to be Gollum. You've come a long way, baby.

I mean, let’s look at these shots of Lohan from Muse magazine for a minute. Is there anyone I’m less interested in seeing naked at this point? Rhea Perlman? Okay, I’ll give you that. Cookie Monster? Possibly, although those googly eyes and that gaping mouth are intriguing. But Lindsay? Meh.

It’s not that she looks bad, really. Taken out of context, she’s actually looking porn-star-decent. (Somewhere between porn-star-hot and porn-star-pee-in-my-mouth-I-need-money-for-meth-awful.) She’s just… Lohan. It’s as if she’s transcended the erotic, becoming some sort of sexless alien with huge tits. Which should be hot, I know… but it just isn’t.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpg9lpT-rL8