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Carolina Panthers Cheerleaders
2005-11-07 - 11:20 p.m.


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"Fellas, Ah'm about ready to do my thing


I wanta get into it, you know?


Likea, likea sex machine?..."


-James Brown


 


I would like to say a word about the Carolina Panther cheerleaders that were having sex with each other in a Tampa area bar bathroom, then came out of the stall and got into a fight with another patron before getting arrested this weekend.


How long until they show up in Hustler?


I'm hoping for Hustler.  Hustler is the raunchiest of the Big Three smut mags, of Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler.  Playboy plays at being artistic and tasteful, too light to really stir the carnal unless you're an sixteen year old boy.  And you can always rationalize it past a girlfriend.  Penthouse will give you a girl/girl section, plus probably a fetish section with leather or lame light bondage, but its caught the curse of being in the middle, too tepid to appeal to the smut crowd, too smutty to pass for tasteful when the girlfriend starts asking questions.  Then there's Hustler, the porno mag that never forgot it was a porno mag.  The kind of mag you still feel a little sheepish buying, hoping for a brown paper sack and sticking it firmly under your arm as you walk away.  The way it should be.  If the girlfriend catches you with Hustler there are no explanations other than the truth:  someone in the house likes smut, and its sure as hell me.  Because no guy in his right mind will go out and buy a Hustler for another guy.


Maybe they'll appear on some sort of video.  Why not. Cash in on the moment.


Carpe Diem!  Get the agents on the phone! 


Lets get going on this!


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