Some time ago, I linked to a story about porn stars Dillan Lauren and Ava Vincent getting into a fight on a porn set that involved at least one flying burrito.
Well, it seems I've found the accompanying video. Good times.
Keep in mind that both links are not safe for work. Also keep in mind that I care slightly less than not at all whether or not you lose your job. I mean, the world needs ditch diggers and all, but not that much.
I hope Dillan and Ava have patched up their differences and have gone back to smoking poles with a more positive demeanor. Do you know how difficult it was to find images of these women unobstructed by male genitalia?
Today's Web Finds:
Louisiana Juvenile Charged With Acts of Bestiality With a Horse I'll say it again: Remember when stories like this were actually considered odd news? Well, the good thing about this one is that the report says the teen was always going to the same animal. Hey, at least he was monogamous. (Thanks, Melissa)
Woman, 104, Takes Man, 33, as Husband No. 21 Try to pick the most disturbing angle of this story. Go ahead, I dare ya.
Busty Young Girls of Webshots, MySpace, & YouTube This blog does the searching so you don't have to. But you probably will anyway.
Mark Cuban's Post on Click Fraud Being an Internet junkie, I love concise, well-reason analyses of online trends, in this case the dicks that cheat "pay per click" ads. Can you see George Steinbrenner doing this? If Darth Vader had a blog, he'd post banal thoughts that would make Dick Vitale blush. (Yeah, Dick, we know J.J. Redick is a "super star." Thanks for the insight.)
Dirt Dogs Plea for Damon Ovation I know I'm late on this, but wanted to give a shout-out to the Dirt Dogs, a Red Sux site I genuinely enjoy, a place that crafts the best headlines of any sports site and one that eschews pure venom for legit wit. They get it, and some don't. They also followed up by lambasting crass fans at Fenway Monday night. I really didn't care either way; that's their fans' business, and I just wanted our center fielder to be focused on our team. And I'm not sure we got that.
Video: Iron Sheik Calls B. Brian Blair Out I don't know how much of this is a shoot (real) and how much of this is a work (fake). I'm guessing by the 1,000th time the Sheik calls B. Brian Blair a "faggot son of a bitch," one "worse than Michael Jackson," and threatens to "fuck his ass" but doesn't because he "respects his sport" ... um, pretty real. Well, maybe not. But at least it's hilarious. (Found on The Airing of Grievances)
Wholesale Body Bags, Only $10 Each I never knew how much these things cost. (I hope you didn't either.) I'm sure the Cobra Kai could've scraped up the loot for Daniel LaRusso's.
Video: Teacher Pamela Rogers' Sexy Vid Sent to 13-Year-Old The news reporter says, "We can't show you some of the most revealing parts of the video." Yeah, those will never make it to the Internet.
My Review of My Breakfast With Blassie I'm pulling this one out of the archives, because, when walking out of Central Park with one of my softball teammates Tuesday, we were recounting some of the lines from the movie, and she couldn't stop laughing. And I got home and re-read this and almost pissed myself. If you haven't seen the flick, maybe the write-up won't do much for ya. If you have, keep walking till your hat floats!
Softball and Me: A Love Story Something I wrote last year about the characters you meet at softball games. Now that the season is underway, you'll get a kick out of it if you haven't yet read it. I stand by it all: Mr. Two Batting Gloves, the dick who takes 15 swings in pre-game practice, the lefties with all the advantages, every last word.
I make you humble! 93,000 people! Hacksaw Jim Duggan!
Posted by stackpat at May 3, 2006 10:23 AM