How many times have you gone to a strip club or a porn convention and wondered why you can’t date girls like that? Heres the answer, mostly written by JimmyD.

1. You are employed.

2. You are not drug addicted.

3. You do not engage in violent acts against women.

4. You are not an aspiring rock musician without a glimmer of hope of ever succeeding.

5. You are not a pimp.

6. You are not a loser.

7. You are not a greasy looking, long haired, pale, poster boy for late term (read up to age 21) legal abortions.

8. You are a nice guy.

9. You are intelligent.

10. You have more self respect than to take all her money when she gets home from work, spend it on (take your pic) Hookers, coke, crack, crank, other dancers, a new guitar, beer, smokes, smoke, silk shirts, or football bets.

Print this out and carry it with you next time you go to a titty bar, and always remember the words of my old man, who told me “Son, no matter how good looking that girl is and no matter how nice she seems, somewhere there is some poor son of a bitch whose life she has made unbearable.”

If my source comes through sometime in the next couple of weeks Slob Black is going to have a really bad day. Video evidence is what I am talking about, Rob getting a covert Blowjob in his office while Lizzy is calling him on the intercom.

The high/low on the date the doors shut at Extreme is Jan 30, 2003.

Word has it Extremes DVD supplier is sitting on a bunch of DVDs that they will not release until Extreme coughs up cash, it seems too many people have been burned too many times by Extreme’s “Deposit Only” banking style. It’s just a matter of time folks. Hey Rob, better hide Lizard’s Axe bro…she is liable to cut your little fucking dick off if my source comes through…and yes I know all about the collection of “private” blowjob scenes you have hidden at your office, seems these girls are the ONLY ones NOT getting rubber checks these days, cuz you pay them in cash.

I also know you go into fits everytime I break something on this site about you, wonder where I get it?

ateline: Los Angeles

In the interests of creative journalism, last night I attempted to interview the Motel 6 security guard, Mr. Juan Rodriguez, regarding the blatant illegal commercial sex trade that takes place nightly in and around the parking lot.
The following is an exact transcript of that interview.

I had observed the security guard for several evenings prior to actually
approaching him. Early Saturday morning, June 29, I met him as he manned his
post near the Mountain Dew machine. The time was approximately 3:15 am.

MS.com: Excuse me, sir…may I ask your name?
Juan: Que? Por favor?
MS.com: (looking at name tag) Juan? Is that your name, Juan?
Juan: Si…Juan. Me nombre Juan.
MS.com: My name is Tim, and I work for Mike South.com. Are you familiar with
Mike South?
Juan: Que? Miguel? Sud?
MS.com: South. Mike South. Porn? You know…XXX? Suckie fuckie? The General?
Juan: Madre de dios. No no, senor. No suckie.
MS.com: Juan, what is the prostitution situation here at the Motel 6? Are you
aware that there are hookers all over the place? That illegal activities are
taking place nightly right under your nose?
Juan: Que?
MS.com: Prositution. Whores. Putas, Juan. Pussy. What do you have to say
about that?
Juan: Putas? No, no senor.
MS.com: Don’t ’senor’ me, Juan. Why aren’t you doing something about all this
illegal sex? Are you perhaps getting a little slice of the pie? Of the HAIR
pie?
Juan: Hair? Pie? No, no senor.
MS.com: I think you’re pulling my leg, Juan. I think you know EXACTLY what is
going on here at the Motel 6. And I think you can speak English fluently, as
well. Tell me, what color is that car over there?
Juan: Que? Verde?
MS.com: What color is that hooker’s hair?
Juan: Que?
MS.com: Repeat after me…The Pearl is In the River.
Juan: Theeee pearl….
MS.com: …is in…
Juan: …es iiiiiiiiiiiiiiin…
MS.com: the River.
Juan: el Reeeeeeever.
MS.com: May I have a taco, please?
Juan: Que?
MS.com: Can I have more sour cream on my burrito?
Juan: Burrito? Donde esta?
MS.com: Goddess is hungry for my penis.
Juan: Que? Goddess?
MS.com: Speedy Gonzales is the Messiah.
Juan: No, no senor. Madre de dios.
MS.com: Uh huh…just as I thought, Juan Peron. You just better watch
yourself, senor beano — we have our eyes on you.

With this, I left the security guard standing by the Mountain Dew machine,
and headed back to my room. More as the situation develops.

TIM, I NEED PICTURES dude, hookers and Juan…Regan Senter cruising the Parking lot, TT Boy looking for the Sistas.

Ever wonder what its like being on a porn set: Here ya go, compliments of Tim Fax:

Day Four - Friday: The Waiting Game

It started out to be a relaxing day. Felicia was going to lay out in the sun until noon by the Motel 6 pool, and then get ready to go and shoot a scene for “Titty-Mania” over at Ron Vogel’s house. She had a 3pm call time for Ron’s in the valley.[The day before, when we were done at the Wicked set and were heading toward Chili’s for dinner, the phone rang. Some guy named “Chuck”, who got her number and had seen her pics over at World Modeling.”Hello, Felicia? This is Chuck. I’m helping to cast a series for Heatwave, and wanted to see if you were available Friday at 3 for a boy/girl.”Sure. Did Jim South tell you I’m condom-only and no anal?”

“Yes, he did. Are you flexible at all on the condom thing?”

“Not even a little.”

“Oh, okay. No problem. Well, be there at 3, and you should be in and out
in an hour. Are your breasts double Ds?”

“No, they’re natural 36Ds.”
“Oh. Well this is for the big boob market.”
“I can say they’re double D’s on camera, if you’d like.”
“Yeah, that’d be great. See you tomorrow.”]

She’d been out in the sun for maybe 20 minutes Friday morning when the phone rang.”Tim, this is Jim South at World Modeling. Is Felicia still coming over at 1:30 to meet with the Playboy people?”
Ack. “Not sure, Jim — she has a 3 o’clock call time today.”
“Well, I know she’s already done alot of work for Playboy. But this “7 Lives Exposed” sounds like a good project. And Nick from Adam & Eve is also going to be here casting, and Felicia mentioned that she would really like to work with them.”
“Okay — we’ll be there.”
God-dammit. I go interrupt Miss Fox’s rare moment of relaxation by the pool, feeling like a complete heel the whole time, and hustle her upstairs and into the shower. Pack the bag for the Heatwave shoot — check the email — then we’re out the door and headed for Van Nuys Blvd. Again. A quick phone call from Devinn Lane, thanking Felicia for her great performance the day before and giving her some good advice, really makes my lady’s day. I’m proud as can be.
We show up at the cattle call…sexy (and some not-so-sexy) women all over the room, all waiting to talk to the Playboy people. Lounging around in their street clothes, the ones who know each other laughing and talking, egos galore…I spot a familiar couple over in the corner. “Red Heaven” and her old man, the wanna-be porn stud from the other day — still waiting for work, kids? Imagine that. Pandemonium as the phones ring off the hook, girls laugh and joke, producers drag the newbies off for Polaroids. Someone from the “North Pole” series calls…”Jim, we need a new girl for a girl/girl/girl scene immediately. Do you have anyone?” T.T. Boy stops in and immediately gloms onto some fresh-faced asian girl who, by her manner, seems to be just off the bus. I have visions of her in a few weeks doing a bukakke, and shudder.
Felicia gets in and does her quick on-camera interview, then we’re out the door and heading toward Ron’s for her scene. It’s 2:30…the guy from Adam & Eve never made it in. She just shakes her head. Bad omen.3pm at the set and she’s into makeup. Lots of girls around, in various states of undress. Bald pussies everywhere — jesus christ, does EVERYONE shave these days? A guy walks into the room after finishing up his scene, some black guy with a dick about the size of Florida. Felicia’s eyes widen in admiration. Chantz Fortune is there, and she and Felicia say hello again. Hugs all around. Felicia does her paperwork and changes, settles down to wait for her scene.
4pm passes. No calls for her from the set, no Chuck. The promised hour has come and gone.
4:45pm. Cigarettes almost out. Chantz, who has been here longer than us, still hasn’t been called for her scene. Johnny Thrust, who is performing with Chantz as well as helping with the production end, tells Felicia that she can pick up her check at the end of next week, unless of course she would be interested in doing a quick scene for either “Gag Factor” or “Pink Eye” series, in which case both her checks would be available on Monday. For “Gag Factor”, a throat fucking series, the female talent has to swallow. “Pink Eye” is a BJ series where the male talent ejaculates directly into the eyes of the female. Each pays $250 for a scene.
Felicia politely declines.
5pm. Felicia begins to steam… still no Chuck who, as it turns out, is also the male talent she’s scheduled to work with. Imagine that. This is the same guy who told her to be there at 3 ready to work, an hour or so and you’re done. Retrieving his number on her cell phone, Felicia calls him.
“Chuck, this is Felicia. Where are you? I’ve been here waiting since 3.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll be there in an hour.”
She puts down the phone and glares at me. An hour. Homicide lives in her eyes.
5:45pm. No Chuck. No Cigarettes. No food, either — evidently the production isn’t much on craft service, and Felicia hasn’t eaten since waking up. Things are getting touchy, to say the least.
6:30pm. Chantz and Johnny Thrust finally get called for their sex scene
– Felicia gets called for “pretty girl” still shots, pictures taken of all the female talent for the boxcover, promo materials, etc. Usually starting with the actress in her costume and then progress down to nude. Felicia, relieved to be doing something, relaxes a little.
7:15pm. The pretty girl shots long over with, Felicia has had enough. Walking out onto the outdoor set, she waits for a break in the action and politely asks Jim Lane if she may reschedule her scene for next week with another actor. I stand off to one side, admiring her ability to quell the raging volcano that has been brewing inside her for four hours.Jim and his entire production staff fall over themselves apologizing profusely and treat her with the utmost respect. The fact that she looks stunning and is mostly naked may have something to do with this. Every male present proclaims the missing Chuck to be an asshole for passing up the opportunity to pork such a magnificent creature. I’m impressed by the level of professionalism displayed — earlier impressions of bonehead-ism are temporarily set aside.
Felicia reschedules for Tuesday, and requests a different actor. Take that, Chuckie. Next week is shaping up to be a busy week. She dresses, and we go grab a couple of steaks.
Then out to Players, a strip club in Sun Valley on Penrose, to see our friend the sexy Kylie Kurves, who is featuring there. Felicia herself will be the headliner there next week, and our visit is a chance to check the place out as well as say hello to Kylie, our buddy, who hates being in LA.Sit for her fabulous show, head for the hotel after a quick swing through Blockbuster, make a few phone calls and settle in for the night. Tomorrow is going to be a relaxing day, with no shoots scheduled. She needs the break, I think.

Once,again, Tim Thanks for the insight into what it’s like to actually BE in this biz.

John Entwhistle is dead, the cause has not yet been released. If you don’t know who John Entwhistle was just shrug it off and skip to the next article.

Day Three - Thursday: The Devinn Lane Show

Third day in L.A., and Felicia Fox finally gets laid. She had an 11am call time at the Sin City Studios on Deering St. - lots of companies shoot there - so I had her up early with some coffee from the Quickee Mart and then I packed her bag while she was in the shower. Marilyn Monroe robe, furry slippers, hair crimper, condom & lube bag (complete with Crowns, those pinkish condoms preferred by directors because they’re more difficult to see on film — available free at A.I.M.) , cosmetic case, jewelry bag, lingerie for the stills, high heels, copy of current HIV test, copy of two forms of ID, hairspray, pic, camera, deodorant, baby wipes (for post-scene removal of jism), towel, magazines, cosmetic sponges.
Felicia arrives on set at 10:45 am, 15 minutes prior to her call time, which may or may not raise some eyebrows. I carry her bags inside for her, saying hello to Steve Hatcher, the man who will soon be violating my girlfriend, on the way in the door. Steve’s a nice guy — we’ve hung out with him on several sets when he’s been working with other actresses. This will be
Felicia’s first scene with him.
I’m sure guys out there are wondering how a guy gets hooked up for a scene like this. Steve is very well known in the industry … he’s done hundreds of scenes for the big production companies. When Devinn called us a few weeks ago and asked her who she preferred to work with, Felicia gave her a short list of names…Marc Davis, Dale DaBone, Ian Daniels, Bobby Vitale, Lee Stone, Eric Masterson, Dillon Day, and Steve Hatcher, all guys she had worked with in the past, other than Marc and Steve. Marc was unavailable, so Steve got the nod from Devinn, evidently. Everybody’s happy.
You know, I just realized something. Why wasn’t Mike South on the list?

Ya WHY AM I NOT on that list? This needs to be rectified immediately Mr. Case I want directors everywhere to know that I am one of the “chosen few”, though it isn’t likely I’m gonna get that call…Hey I was on Melissa Hill’s list.

Anyway, I kissed Felicia goodbye, said hello to Devinn (god, she’s gorgeous and so fucking sweet), shook Steve’s hand and told him to break a leg (break a penis?), and hit the road.
11am at this point.
Felicia hits the makeup chair, and I head to Kinko’s to deal with her feature booking agents. “Sugar and Spice”, a strip club in Alexandra, Louisiana, wants her rom August 1 - 4. No problem. A club in Minneapolis wants her from August 7-10. Okay…can we drive from Louisiana to Minneapolis in three days? No problem. Contracts are faxed to me, signed, and then faxed back. Massive time spent on the cell phone. Prices negotiated. Email checked. Even got the chance to chat with Mike South and Goddess, briefly. The beloved Harry Weiss calls — “What are you doing tonight? Meet me at Deja Vu in Beverly Hills at 9.” John Finberg calls — “What are you doing tonight? Meet me for dinner in the valley at 8.” Steve Seidman calls — “I’m in town…what are you doing tonight? I’m hosting a hospitality suite in the valley until 9.”Jesus. The thankless life of a suitcase pimp.Head back to Sin City at 2:30 to see how things are going. Steve is sitting outside in his street clothes — not a good sign. “Hey, bud — you guys done already?” I ask.He laughs. “Man, it’s going to be HOURS.”Great. I stop in, say hi to Felicia again, ask her if she needs anything, and head out to a bookstore.6:30 pm. I head back to the studio. Stop at the entrance door, make sure my cell phone is turned off (directors hate cell phones going off in the middle of a scene) and sneak (very quietly) in the door.The abrupt change from sunlight to blackness blinds me, and I sit still for a moment to let my eyes adjust. I hear a familiar moaning in the Devinn Lane sits in front of the monitors on a couch. The set is invisible from where we are, around the corner behind a barrier. The monitors show a wrestling ring from two different angles — two cameramen shooting two couples who are having sex in the ring. Felicia is in one corner of the ring, standing on the ropes facing out from the corner, while Steve is behind her, doing that humping and pumping thing. They’re both just a bit sweaty from the lights. In the other corner, Kyle Stone is having his way with a girl whose name (I think) is Rhiannon…pretty and paler than Felicia, taller with a tattooed armband.I find out later that the way the scene went was this — Felicia and Rhiannon were catfighting, wrestling in this ring in their skimpy outfits. Steve Hatcher and Kyle Stone are the commentators, sitting at a table just outside the ring. (The catfighting, I find out later, almost got out of hand, with both girls getting cut and bruised, body slams, etc. Felicia, as is already well known, is a badass). One of the girls gets tossed out of the ring and onto the table into the commentators, waking them up from their (mutual?) daydream in which they’ve been banging the two girls. The daydream
sequence makes up the sex scene, which is now being shot. Typical west coast scene, it sounds like. Oral both ways, two positions, and a pop and you’re out. They shoot the softcore footage after the hardcore, with the positions being altered slightly so that no erect penises are visible to the camera. Two versions will later be assembled in the editing room from the raw footage, one hardcore for video release, and one softcore for cable channels.
The couple finish up their doggy-on-the-ropes position, then the girls lay flat on their backs for the missionary. Steve and Kyle go to work while the girls alternately shout, moan, kiss each other, and call for more lube. Felicia, getting into it, grabs a handful of Steve’s hair and seems to be trying to pull it out by the roots.
Devinn seems pleased with the scene. She remarks to me how much she loves Felicia’s natural breasts bouncing all over the place.The scene ends with the two requisite pop shots, with Steve Hatcher launching a salvo of semen from between Felicia’s legs that winds up all over her forehead and hair, narrowly missing her eyes. “Oh my god, I’m sorry,” he tells her.
“Thank god for false eyelashes,” she laughs.

That didn’t save her from mine see it in my members section !

A few still shots of the girls kissing with jism on their faces, and they’re done. Showers, kisses and hugs all around, “Thanks Devinn… call me if you ever need me again,” and we’re out the door. 8 pm. 9 hours for her on the set and she’s starving. We hit the Chili’s on Reseda with John Finberg (where, to her horror, she notices a smudge of jism on her cheek in the middle of dinner), make a quick swing by the Rainbow Room for a drink, and we’re back at the Motel 6 by 10:30pm. Sorry we couldn’t make it over to see you Harry — I promise we’ll hook up later in the week, though.She’s exhausted. I rub her back. Zzzzzzzzz.Tomorrow, she has a meeting with Playboy at World Modelling.

I would love tou hear you write back and say “We told Palyboy to kiss our fucking ass because they are sell outs trying to save what is left of the crumbled empire on the backs of porn chicks whom they fucking hate. Fat Chance of THAT happening.

DAY TWO - WEDNESDAY: A STOP AT THE AGENCY.
The hookers were quiet today in L.A. (at least the ones that work at the Motel 6 were). Felicia Fox, ethereal beauty that she is, stumbled out of the sack at around 10am or so, downed some coffee from the Quickee-Mart across the street, belched and hopped in the shower. Today was “World Modeling” Day. [Seems fitting, there being a Quikee-Mart right across the street from where so many hastily-arranged quickees are occuring, doesn’t it? Don’t take any of this the wrong way — I have nothing against the working girls. Some of my best friends, after all, are prostitutes.]
At 1:30, we fly down the 405 to the 101, then immediately cut across six lanes of heat-crazed, bird-flipping California drivers to exit onto Van Nuys Blvd. A quick three blocks and we’re sitting in front of the World Modeling offices just as Jim South Sr. and his staff come strolling up the sidewalk after their lunch break. I drop Felicia off and go straight to AIM, pick up her test results and head back to the agency. Felicia is naked when I arrive (not an unusual occurence, there) and Steve is taking Polaroids of her in a back room so that they can update her shots in Jim’s talent book.Jim South’s agency is one of only two accredited adult talent agencies in the business, from what I understand. The other one is Reb’s Pretty Girls International, over on Santa Monica. Felicia and I came to World’s on her first trip to LA, in November of 2000, and she registered with Jim. He has helped her several times, introducing her to the great people at Vivid Video and the Playboy Channel, as well as several other companies that she ended up shooting for. His agency gets paid by the companies when they use his talent…the talent does not pay him directly.
Felicia chatted with the staff, who are always a riot. New girls come in daily, and the place usually has a producer hanging out flipping through the polaroids and B.S.ing with Jim, waiting for that next big starlet to come in the door. The phones ring constantly, and I bet they must get 100 calls a day from guys who think they have what it takes and want to break into porn. Yeah, right. A new girl comes in with her boyfriend — “Red Heaven” is her name. Pale and red-haired, friendly, she wants to do “girl/girl scenes, and then boy/girl but ONLY with my boyfriend”. She smiles, all teeth. Boyfriend looks nervous there on the couch, as if he’s surrounded by piranha. Felicia and I shoot knowing glances at each other. If this young lady does more than two scenes before boning some other dude, I’ll fall over dead in surprise. The XXX business and monogamy simply aren’t often compatible, and we learned quickly to subscribe to Larry Flynt’s motto: “Relax…It’s Just Sex”.
Bill Margold stops in and says hello while we’re there. Great guy. Loves Mike South. Steve, the libidinous agent with the polaroid, suggests to Felicia that she might want to do a blowjob scene with him later for $200. She tells him she’ll think about it.We set of from World’s after they arrange two meetings for her — the first with Luke Wilder, a very friendly guy who shoots for Fallen Angel. He is interested in Felicia (after taking a few nude polaroids) and actually wants me and her to work together, in addition to using her for other projects. He wants me to do a scene with her for “Internal Affairs”. I have to do an interview with her, have sex with her, then ejaculate inside her so she can push it out on camera. For this, he is willing to pay the two of us $1000.
America. What a country.
We arrange to email him next time we’re in town so we can shoot, as he is leaving town for a few weeks and can’t shoot the scene right then. Having gone without sex for weeks, I offer to strip and bone her right there in his office for $1000, but he politely declines. The other meeting is with John Dragon, an extremely talented still photographer who shoots for Gent, Score, and Hustler Busty Beauties (my personal favorite magazine). He has worked with some of the best girls in the biz, and his work can be seen at www.johndragon.com.Now John is not interested in paying me to have sex with my girlfriend, unfortunately, but he is interested in paying her to shoot a xxx magazine layout with Bobby Vitale. Felicia likes Bobby — they’ve worked together twice (in Metro’s “Getting Even” and Vivid’s “Raven”), and he can be very intense. John is going to try and reach him and schedules a shoot for this coming Tuesday. He admires Felicia’s large natural breasts and asks if he may fondle them.We leave John’s and head to the mall for some new lingerie…Felicia needs nice stuff for the Wicked shoot tomorrow. The we go to “Pineapple Hill”, in Sherman Oaks, for a pair of the best steak sandwiches in the LA area.
(for all aspiring east coast porn starlets out there, you can reach Mike South through this website. Felicia did it, and just look at her now. For all aspiring west coast porn starlets, you can reach World Modeling at 818-986-4316 For all aspiring porn hunks everywhere call Reb’s P.G.I. at 323-882-8262. — good luck.)

Tomorrow: Felicia has her first sex of the trip, with Steve Hatcher.
Tim, Tim, Tim, How COULD you allow our wife to do Steve Hatcher…Fifi deserves better, I am prepared to fly out and offer my services to spare her this humiliation…..At least she isn’t doing Tyce Bune. BTW was that Alexa Rae working the parking lot at your Motel 6 last night? Tell all my pals out there in LA I said hello….all 3 of em…

A year and a half ago, some smart-aleck Yale University students got a lot of media attention for starting an underground pornography club, Porn n’ Chicken—so named for the alleged parties where participants would watch adult films and eat fried chicken—and announcing their intention to film the Ivy League’s first porno, The StaXXX, in the school’s library. That most of the thing was a big prank—The StaXXX was never made—didn’t dissuade eager showbiz executives. Comedy Central swooped down and bought the rights to the story, and filming on the network’s first original movie, Porn n’ Chicken, began in late June, with a premiere slated for this fall.

Porn n’ Chicken’s cast includes a stable of young, on-the-rise actors as well as two authentic porn stars, Ron Jeremy and Jenna Jameson. Playing the part of Yale, so to speak—the university isn’t mentioned by name in the script—is New York’s Columbia University, where the Porn n’ Chicken crew was filming on Tuesday, June 25.

“The film takes place at any Ivy League college in the U.S.A.,” Patty Newburger, Comedy Central’s vice president of films, said during a break in shooting in front of the Butler Library in Morningside Heights. “We wanted the story to speak to a large audience. We felt that, by not setting it at a specific Ivy League school, it would have broader appeal.”

Columbia’s cooperation had its limits, Ms. Newberger said. “We can’t do a nude scene at Columbia,” she said. Instead, she said Porn n’ Chicken’s skin scenes will be filmed down the street at—urk!—the Union Theological Seminary campus.

Still, said Ms. Newberger, Porn n’ Chicken is “not a movie about porn or nudity. It’s a coming-of-age film about college kids who were just about to graduate, did a prank and got in over their heads.”

One of those college kids was James Ponsoldt, Yale ’01, who was on the set this morning. Mr. Ponsoldt, who has brown hair and is of medium build, penned a treatment of the original Porn n’ Chicken screenplay, and was serving as an intern adviser on the movie. Despite Ms. Newberger’s contention that the club was a “prank,” Mr. Ponsoldt insisted much of Porn n’ Chicken was authentic.

“The appeal of the Porn n’ Chicken club was that it was purely non-academic and not pre-professional,” he said, sounding almost wistful. “It had nothing to do with classes or any other Yale-related activities. It was something fun that had nothing to do with polishing your résumé.”

After four years in New Haven, in fact, Mr. Ponsoldt had become something of a porn connoisseur. “My favorite porn is probably Debbie Does Dallas, as clichéd as that sounds,” he said. “There’s something good-natured about it as opposed to porns that are made now that have more of a malicious, misogynistic slant. Most porn now is just fulfilling a rape/gang-bang fantasy. A Stallone or Schwarzenegger film is really close to porn, in a way. Porn is about violence and exploitation.”

Given his affection for porn’s more innocent, flabby past, Mr. Ponsoldt was thrilled about Mr. Jeremy’s participation in Porn n’ Chicken. “My favorite porn star is Ron Jeremy,” Mr. Ponsoldt said affectionately, as if he were talking about Harrison Ford. “There’s an appeal to a guy who’s fat, hairy and ugly but, by virtue of pure charisma and serious girth, has created quite an empire for himself.”

And as the crew set up to film on, Mr. Ponsoldt scoffed at the suggestion that Yalies should be embarrassed by Porn n’ Chicken.

“I think there’s a lot of alumni that Yale should be quick to disassociate itself from,” Mr. Ponsoldt said. “I think a lot of assholes have come out of Yale and acquire very high political positions because of Yale. I think what they do is more harmful and offensive than anything that goes on here. Porn and its association with Yale is the least of Yale’s worries.”

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Hey there, Mike.
This is TimCase…Felicia Fox and I are in L.A. holed up at the Motel 6 for two weeks. We just wrapped up a rocking week in West Palm Beach, and now we’re here in Cali so she can shoot a scene for Devinn Lane and Wicked Pictures Thursday. I thought I’d drop you an e-line every other day or so and update you on how our trip goes.
Tuesday we arrived at LAX at 10am. Nice flight from Columbus. Felicia went straight from the arrival gate to The Body hop there at the airport and bought a tub of coconut-scented “Body Butter”…I can only hope she plans to somehow incorporate this into our sex life. As I’m standing outside the shop, watching over our carry-on luggage, who should walk by me on the way to a flight but Gene Fucking Simmons. Tall, dressed all in black, looking like the Prince of Darkness himself. Old Kiss fan that I am, I have to admit I stared a bit…only in LA, you know?
What the hell is Gene doing flying commercial, anyway?

(Ed’s note: Couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that he is washed up could it? Was Jonathon Davis with him?)

After renting a car for two weeks ($150.00 per week, the bastards) we went straight to the Valley and to the A.I.M. offices on Ventura Blvd. so Felicia could get her HIV test, which as you know is required in order to shoot xxx. If you show up on the set without a test (or with a test that is more than 30 days old) you don’t work. Miss Sharon Mitchell hugged us both
and was beautiful as ever. What a lady. Felicia gave blood and we scooted.With a night off in LA and with her unable to shoot yet (test results aren’t back for 24 hours), what was there to do? David Lee Roth and Sammy Hagar were in town, but we decided to skip it.

Good Idea.

A quick drive over the mountains and back into downtown to stop at “Sushi Zen” on Santa Monica for dinner. Edamame is my new favorite food, and yes, I got the California Roll. Sue me. Hit a really cool gay thrift store in West Hollywood called “Out of the Closet” (proceeds go to AIDS research, so there) and I picked up “The Portable Mark Twain” for a quarter. Hell yeah.

Back over the mountains again and into the Valley, fer sure. Hit the Wal Mart for some bottled water and supplies, and back to the Motel 6 to watch Animal Planet, make some phone calls and sleep off the flight. Zzzzzzzzz.Then. Woke up at 4am this morning abruptly — the pimp who lives in the room down the way evidently felt the need to “straighten out” one of his ladies in the early morning hours. Screams, madness, drama. Seems our little hotel here is a prime spot for hard-up guys to buy sex…the working girls ply their wares out of several of the rooms, and the muscle lives a few doors down.
Paying for sex. In the Valley. Who would’ve though?

See any of Extreme’s girls there? Knock on Gene’s Room and tell him I said Hello…
Tomorrow — Day Two. “The Glamorous Life of a Porn Actress”.

Thanks for the Update Tim….this oughta be a good series…spare us no detail!

TIM! I just got a GREAT idea!

Get me some digital pics of the goings on at the motel 6 one or two snaps a day…..a hooker in the parking lot…Tyce Bune coming up looking for talent…whatever….

The sign says that they do not do business with Jill Kelly Productions or with Sin City and that if either of these companies bounce a check to you, World Modeling cannot help. Oddly enough Extreme is not on this list and word has it that they are the worst in the industry to bounce checks to talent, producers, directors, advertisers, duplicators, printers and even employees. According to one of my sources World modeling did apply pressure after 3 of Extremes checks to her bounced and Extreme finally made good.

List #55 June 24, 2002

10 Fads I Wish Would Come Back (Nostalgia Warning)

1. Simple stiletto heels- No Platforms, just good old 1980’s F*ck me pumps.

2. Jeans with waist lines ABOVE the hips. (How low can they go?)

3. Video Games that cost a quarter.

4. Hand Written Letters- Email is great, but it’s just so empty.

5. Quiet Theaters- Is there something wrong with leaving your 6 kids at home for this showing of “Black Hawk Down?”

6. Non-Deadly Gang Fights. What’s wrong with a good old fashioned rumble? Now everyone shoots each other.

7. The 6 O’Clock/11 O’Clock News- Now it’s on 24/7. Even local news is on from 4 to 7.

8. A National Sense of Humor- Political Correctness and a sense of group entitlement have killed our ability to laugh at ourselves.

9. Personal Responsibility- Is there something wrong with looking in the mirror and thinking that it just might be your own damn fault?

10. An Informed Voting Public, A Non-Biased Media, Selfless Corporations, Honest Labor Unions and Logical Feminists- Oh who am I kidding, we’ve NEVER had any of those and probably never will.

Damn, I cant argue with ANY of these…nice going Rog yer a good Libertarian.