Category Archives: Sex

the Reverend Ted speaks! to sexiest man alive George Clooney

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This is what a sex god looks like in embroyonic form

Yes, Reverend Ted is still kicking, and he’s never one to begrudge a fellow celeb’s good fortune, as you can see by this full-page ad he took out in Variety today, and which I stole from Defamer.

Let us pause for a moment to give thanks for Defamer; now that Gawker is run by the kind of characterless swots your parents always wanted you to turn out like, there is a rapidly-shrinking pool of sources for good blog post swipitation. All hail the theft-worthy posts of Defamer!

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NSFW website o’ the day: Les Nouveaux Yeux de Googly Sur Le Coq

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Googlycock 

From the Infomaniac comes news of this marvelously amusing little website, great for whiling away the hours until your next blood sacrifice or furry convention. Whether browsing the forums or modelling for your own glamour shots, there are hours of amusement here for the whole quality-entertainment-starved family. Continuing our Muppety–themed week, we present what must surely be the Website o’ the Month if not the Year at the ol’ raincoaster blog, Googly Eyes On Cock.

With bonus Nyarlathotep cock.

the question is: what IS a manah manah?

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It is time.

And some fascinating trivia about the song, via a comment here from Christefano. Given the shape of those muppets, it’s quite interesting to note that the song was written to score a Swedish porn film.

“Mah Nà Mah Nà” is a well-known pop music song, written by Piero Umiliani. It was a hit in many countries, including the USA, in 1968–1969. The song’s lyrics contain no actual words, only nonsense words resembling scat singing. The original version interpolates melodies from “Swedish Rhapsody” (“Midsommarvaka” (“Midsummer Vigil”)) by Hugo Alfvén, “Santa Lucia“, “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy“, the jazz standard “Lullaby of Birdland“, and others.

“Mah Nà Mah Nà” debuted as part of Umiliani’s soundtrack for the Italian softcore pornography movie Svezia, Inferno e Paradiso (Sweden, Heaven and Hell) (1968), a pseudo-documentary film about wild sexual activity and other behavior in Sweden (“Mah Nà Mah Nà” accompanied a scene set in a sauna). A soundtrack album, “Svezia, Inferno e Paradiso” was released in 1968. The movie was also released under the English title Sweden Heaven and Hell.

 

all I want for Christmas: a roundup

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A Christmas lecture from Linus. Ah, what does he know?Besides world domination, that is.

Just in time for the opening of shopping season, we at the ol’ raincoaster blog present a brief list of swag suitable for gifting to everybody’s favorite blog bitch. We have spared no effort in our gruelling research, trolling the blogroll yea, even unto Vicus Scurra, where we find naught but impractical suggestions for the unusual deployment of root vegetables. Oh, those crazy Brits and their anal turnip fetishes!

Is that why they’re called rutabagas?

In any case, here, as a result of simply hours trolling through BoingBoing, Go Fug Yourself, and Metro‘s emails, is our Christmas Wish List (to date, management reserves the right to add, say, a Tiffany Ribbon Bracelet or a Uranium PU-36 Explosive Space Modulator at any later date).

Che trooper!

pic o’ the day: Man of the Year

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via email from Raj. I’m pretty sure I dated this guy, but he wasn’t that good-looking back then or I’d have retrained and retained him. Go a little Barbara Woodhouse on his ass a few times and she’d be up on that pedestal again in no time, while the bike shivered under a carelessly-thrown tarp.

Man of the Year