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Look Away…

What the fuck is that?  It cannot be human.  I am sorry if this offends the three Jordan Blue fans left in the world, but seriously, what the fuck is that?  I see E.T. sitting on a couch between two guys trying to figure out just what it is they are about to stick their dicks into.  Neither one of those fellas can be at all excited about the prospect of fucking that.  This must have been comparable to working the holiday graveyard shift at triple overtime pay.  There is just no other way that either one of them would have agreed to this on standard wages.  They shot this in a laboratory somewhere; specimens like that aren’t allowed in public.  The Boogeyman probably checks underneath his bed for Jordan Blue.  Someone will see this image and shortly thereafter succumb to a syncopal episode.  I dare you to stare at this picture and hold your lunch down at the same time.  Impossible.

Just remember, at NudeReviews, we love all porn; but sometimes…

Good Samaritan or What The Hell Were You Thinking?

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Someone tell this guy to quit being so nice…

An Italian tourist, 72 year old Felicia Lettieri, left behind $21,000 in a New York City taxi cab.  The cash was inside of her ginormous old lady wallet, which she left in the backseat.  Let’s rewind this just a moment…she had 21 grand in cash?!  Was she visiting America with intentions of buying a human being and bringing him/her back to Italy?  Perhaps she came to stock up on fine American Made Goods.  Hardly, this lady is dangerous and I am concerned.  The slightly more shocking part of this story is that the Bangladeshi cabbie returned the money.  What on earth was he thinking; he could have returned to his mahalla and opened 13 clothing factories.  I cannot condone his actions, especially considering how lethal this old Italian broad is now that she has her 21 grand back.  This is a sticky story and I will be following it closely.  For the record, I am not a bad person, but 21 grand in the backseat of my cab…exactly.

The Boner: The Last Bastion Of Freedom…

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I’m kind of a BIG deal…

I wake up every morning with a raging boner, flip on ESPN and see a commercial for Cialis or Viagra and wonder when the day will come that I don’t wake up with that mega-boner.  It haunts my dreams, seriously.  I am scared to death of impending flaccid doom and all of the inner anguish associated with it.  Find me one man out there who is not slightly concerned about the day his boner stops “boner-ing” and I will show you a man who was once a man, but not anymore.  His boner is already gone, and his brain has turned to mush a la those catchy Hulu commercials.  Just keep an eye on your boner, men.  All of these boner medicine advertisements remind me of the depressing ‘Save the Polar Bear’ p.s.a.’s I see with some washed up celebrity.  Live on boner, extinction is a no-no.

Tell Your Boss That You Are Busy Watching Porn…

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No one worked harder than Bob…

I wasn’t always working for an adult entertainment company.  I usually get a little chuckle when I think about my old co-workers faces if had they seen me browsing the web for porn at my old office.  I’ve had several jobs, pre and post college, that would have fired me in an instant if I was looking at porn.  The taboo state of porn in the office is a joke.  What is really wrong with a little lunch-hour movie watching?

Offices should institute a few ground rules and allow some porn in the workplace.  I’d lay 10:1 odds that the general morale of the employees would skyrocket.  And I don’t wanna hear anyone bitching about the horrors of letting porn in the workplace, especially not from some 62 year old secretary named Gladys.  She was probably giving out handies in the 3rd floor storage closet when I was in diapers.  Let it be, let the porn flow through the cubicles.  Like I said, a few ground rules can really help keep this thing efficient.  NO DOWNLOADING!  Ever!  Just stream it.  That would be my “Rule #1″ because God forbid you attach the wrong file in an email and send one of your best customers the latest episode of ‘Shlongs N’ Thongs’.  Actually, forget that rule, send the episode to your customer by accident, they will love it.  I really can’t find a single reason to eliminate porn from the workplace.  If anyone comes up with anything please let me know, but I think you won’t.


Do It Anywhere And Everywhere, That’s My Motto…

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Having sex in a public place is like a right of passage…

I am huge fan of public sex acts.  This doesn’t mean I am gonna get a hummer on the sofa at Starbucks, but I would take one in the bathroom.  I can’t lay claim to having sex in the middle of a crowded street or banging a chick right on the dance-floor at a nightclub, but I did get a handjob on a bridge once.  That counts for something right?  It was night time and cars were in fact passing by, and I shot a load into the local river (sorry kayakers).  I condone all public sex acts, especially in the high-tech society we live in; where everyone has an iPhone or a digital camera ready to go in a moments notice.  So all of you banghappy couples out there, keep up the good work, just be sure to stay the appropriate distance from the school-zone, because that will not end well I can assure you.

Tila Tequila Is Tila Tequila, And That’s All I Know…

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Tila is one of a kind…

I don’t really know what Tila Tequila does for a living, in fact, does anyone know?  If you do, please email me and bring me up to speed.  Regardless of the actual terminology of her job title, I just hope that she continues to do exactly what she has been doing.  I know that sounds strange because I just admitted to not knowing what she does, but I just want her to keep doing it.  This girl is fascinating, and continues the trend of MTV reality stars clinging to what they do best: nothing.  I love a trainwreck, and she is certainly worthy of the dubious honor.  I recently saw her on webcam, broadcasting to tons of people early in the morning.  She was half naked and drunk; and I liked it.  This girl probably hooked up with Tiger Woods too, right?  I am gonna go ahead and give my stamp of approval to Tila and whatever it is she is doing in this world.  Is she making it better?  I don’t know.  But is she making it worse?  I don’t know.  Does she have talent?  I don’t know.  Can she bake?  Maybe…

What’s Next? A Tax On My Tax? Utah Is The Worst!

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Utah, like Mickey Mouse, hates strip clubs…

As if Utah could not get any worse…oh wait, it just did.  I was at the airport in Salt Lake City once, 9:15 p.m., could not get a drink anywhere!  I ask politely what the deal is, to an airport employee, and she tells me there is a place just across from the airport that I can get a beer.  I roll over there, because I have about 3 hours before my connecting flight, and as I walk in to this “bar” I realize they are shutting down, at 9:30.  This is the kind of state that you would expect to have, I don’t know, a tax on strip clubs or something outlandish…and they do.  This article upset me, deeply.

Utah has a special tax for everything strip club related.  That is just immoral in my eyes.  It is ironic too, don’t you think, for a state with the most polygamy practitioners to be taxing everything in and around the strip joint.  I just don’t get it.  It is bad enough that you need a search party to find some booze, now the strip clubs are becoming more expensive than a long weekend in Provo.  Utah needs to sit down and really think about the direction they are heading toward.  I want to go to the strip club, in any state, and find wall to wall nudity.  Beer should flow like the Mighty Mississippi and this erroneous tax should be wiped from the books. The strip club is a place for smiles that should never be too damaging on the ole wallet. Here Here!!