Damn fine listening material. La Chiusura Lampo

And the award for Best Actor Ever goes to...Burt Reynolds!

Decadent Smut: Christina's Conquest, 1982

Magnificently beautiful Christina van Bell has always been one of America's
most alluring champions of sexual freedom. Now she puts her liberated libido
to the test when she takes on the Vigilantes of Virtue in an investigative article
for World Magazine. On a lust-filled tour through the bedrooms of America's
heartland, Christina is thrust into myriad worlds of sexual experimentation more exciting than anything she has ever envisioned.

Honey Badger don't give a shit..

It just takes what it wants. Thanks Jonathan!

The following handwritten letter was found crumpled up on the dangerously icy marble steps of McKinley Hall:

Dear Lisa,

I’m totally addicted to the TV show GREEK (The Final Semester). I think it's awesome, except I fucking hate the fraternity/sorority angles, all the stupid-ass characters, lame love triangles, and the repetitive college lifestyle storylines. Other than that, it’s totally awesome! Say, if you fart in the forest and no one is around to hear it, is the only evidence that you actually farted in the forest the wet scorch marks in your panties? Philosophically speaking of course. No, wait, metaphorically speaking. No wait, literally maybe. Figuratively? What the hell was I talking about? Oh yeah, crop dusting the woods. Looks like there’s only one way to find out. You want anything from Taco Bell?

The hospice is just going to love the starving honey badger I left there overnight,

Kristin

Song of the Day:

“I’ve Been Loving You (Too Long)” Otis Redding, live Monterey Pop Festival, 1967

Vintage Ad: New York Rangers for Sasson, 1981

On strike with Chico and the Man.

Jack Albertson, Freddie Prinze, and Scatman Crothers.

Decadent Smut: Couples Bedside Companion

Damn fine listening material.

God awful porn poster: Mother Knows Best, 1970

Get out of here Curtice, I don't hear you unless you knock.

As a teenager growing up in Australia, I once saved Olivia Newton-John from drowning and blew the reward money on AC/DC playing my birthday party. It was depicted in the down under cult film of the decade, Quick Times at Ridgecrest Academy. It won an AFI Award for Best Original Character (Jess Tricoli).

Vintage Ad: Turtle Bax clothing, 1975

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

Certainly not these two incompetent chuckleheads. As expendable decoy operatives rushed through face-contorting G-force threshold tests, aggravated body temperature measurements, and joyrides in the radical vertical impaction simulator, these GLG20’s have only one plan—“Let’s play dead.” Hardly Paco Camino Man material, but there’s still hope for these two nincompoops. Despite their bumbling ineptitude, they will somehow manage to avert an ICBM from hitting the U.S. while getting laid by super foxy Foreign Service agents Donna Dixon and Vanessa Angel.

The Paco Camino Super Bowl party is in full swing.

James Brown "There Was a Time" (Kenny Dope remix)

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He can see your house from here in his kick-ass balloon car. That’s right my brother, when you’ve got a motherfucking balloon car, it’s easy to get high and roll in style. Now flying a balloon car is always fun adventure and a surefire way to get into any chicks pants, but sometimes, in his more reflective moments, the Paco Camino Man will look at the beautiful countryside floating underneath him and think, “Damn dude, I’ll bet that poor guy from Into The Wild would’ve loved one of these, huh? Not only could he have simply crossed a raging river, but he also could've made himself a stiff cocktail from the wet bar and eaten a sandwich from the custom deli fridge built in the back.”

Damn fine listening material. Fausto Papetti, 1981