Anthony Weiner...resigns post! The "package" wrapper was his un-doing!

A man's tie says it all subliminally!
 

Yesterday afternoon, Anthony Weiner stood at the podium at a noisy press conference (where angry upstarts in the unruly gallery below the floodlights shouted out obscenities at the beleaugered politician caught with his pants down) and informed frenzied members of the press that he was resigning his post as Congressman for the 9th District of New York.

A cheer when up in the crowd!

At this juncture, though, a sad "sick" chapter of Weiner's professional and personal life came to a sorry close on a sour note.

In spite of that moment of closure, folks are still shaking their heads in total disbelief, today.

Did the high-profile Government official actually thinkFacebook) without getting his dick caught in the wringer?

As one pundit astutely notely:

"Weiner had a death wish, obviously."

Of course, there were other glaring missteps which hastened his shocking demise.

Fashionistas have been babbling about the obvious for days!

For example, in one of the e-mails that was offered up at a News Conference to establish evidence of Weiner's wrongdoing, it was pointed out that the horndog actually lamented to one gal pal that his "package" wasn't getting the respect that it deserved.

Well, if that was the case, it was Weiner's own fault from the very get-go!

I dare say.

After all, those dreary grey boxers Weiner donned for his first incident of sexual hijinks were - not only an  unsightly eyesore in respect to style - but also sadly lacking in the tightie-whities erotica department as well (especially when it comes to the oh-so-touchy art of sexual foreplay).

For starters, any underwear that "flattens out" the "junk" - or rides-up unflatteringly at the crotch is a definite no-no.

In a nutshell?

Weiner should have modelled a few sexy underthings first in front of a full-length mirror (rehearsed a few sexy poses, too) before snapping and zipping off those pedestrian publicity stills which left a lot to be desired in respect to arousal potential.

With that in mind, here's a selection of sexy underthings sure to "blow" their load next, time!

Let me know how 'ya make out Anthony, eh?

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Anthony Weiner...Dave Letterman "queer" for scandal-ridden politician? Shaved pecs a turn-on!

Studly Dave after-hours at CBS!

Though political pundits (and critics from across the aisle in Congress) have been poking fun at scandal-ridden Anthony Weiner's crotch shots surfacing on social hubs around the Internet, Dave Letterman has been inclined to flatter the beleaguered man-of-the-hour who got caught with his pants down.

"I've seen the naked photos," quipped toothy Dave to his rapt audience the other evening.

"Weiner has nothing to be ashamed about," the popular talk-show host beamed with admiration, as the packed house roared back in response.

Obviously, the comic has been scrutinizing the stills up-close-and-personal for some inexplicable reason.

I expect - that like any hot-blooded male - Letterman was just checking the "dude's" tool out (like guys tend to do at the urinal in the mens room) to get a sense of how he blessed he is compared to the rest of the male species.

After all, every dude hankers to know where he - um - measures up when it comes to his "junk".

But, when Letterman persisted with the dialogue last night, it begged a question.

Is Dave queer for Weiner's man tool?

News at 11!

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Shaved pumped pecs a turn-on to some Constituents!

Scandals.... of the Privileged Few! A Novel by Julian Ayrs! Chapter 7!

Butch had just gobbled down the last morsel of her omelet at “Eggs, Bagels & Beyond”, situated in a quaint little nook on Market Street just off the Castro District, when she spied the photograph staring up at her from the front page of the Calendar section of the newspaper.


OMG!

If she was not mistaken, it was a publicity still of Chad.

Once she pushed back her carved wooden chair - which let out a little squeal as she did so – she was able to reach forward and snatch up the newspaper just as a flippant waiter plopped her bill down on the counter next to her car keys.

“Thank you, dear,” he drawled with a bit of a girlish twang, as he roller-skated off to the other side of the diner to deliver up a mug of steaming hot java to a tourist who was closely scrutinizing a downtown map of San Francisco with a female companion.

“Oh, you might want to hop on the trolley and spend a day in Noe Valley,” the server quipped, as he hovered around the table for a second or two.

“’Ya just have to get a gander at the Maiden’s Breasts,” he roared raucously, as he rolled his eyes for effect.

“Where do we catch the train,” one of the twenty-something gals in a maize-colored sun dress quizzed, as the zany server proceeded to tap a spot on the map with a long boney finger splashed with an eye-catching dash of ruby-red nail polish on a well-manicured nail.

Meanwhile, Butch proceeded to plunk the morning daily down in front of her with one pudgy hand, as she slipped a pair of horn-rimmed glasses on the end of her finely sculpted nose with the other.

Uh-huh!

Fortunately for her, she’d inherited her mother’s genes, which was reflected in her overall physical looks.

“Not so, with Chad,” thought Butch to herself, as she examined the photograph – about a quarter-of-a-page in size – which graced the front page of the popular arts section.

For starters, her long-time acquaintance kind- of looked-like a chipmunk.

That was partly due to the fact her cheeks were chunky-looking (as if they were packed chock-full of little nuts) and somewhat reminiscent of a rodent’s.

It didn’t help matters that her eyes – caught squinting in the bright studio lights – had a sort-of beady quality to them, too.

Definitely, the angle the photographer chose to shoot from was not a flattering one.

But why – pray tell - was Chad's mug gracing the cover?

As Butch read on, she became fascinated by the report which zeroed in on the intriguing details on Chad’s controversial sex change now making headlines around the country.

Apparently, a filmmaker documented Chad's transition from female to male for posterity’s sake, and now the revealing tell-all was about to be ceremonioulsy unveiled on Oprah Winfrey’s struggling OWN network Tuesday Night.

Oprah - who Butch jokingly nick-named Big “O” a scant few months ago (with a nod to Jackie “O” and Warhol of “Soup Can” fame) allegedly got fed up with dealing with the brass at ABC every time she wanted to sneeze.

So, she jumped ship to rustle up her own broadcast outlet.

“She’s taking a detour before she lands on the net,” one friend kidded to Butch, at a luncheon a week earlier at the Ivy on tony Robertson Boulevard in WeHo affectionately known as gay gulch.

Once the undisputed Queen of the afternoon airwaves, Big “O” was now the butt of a raft of endless cruel jokes, and had Dave and Jay on the talk-show circuit to thank for the merciless roast.

Now, that her “vision” was blinded by the blight (poor ratings, poor baby) the Gab Fest Queen (the hostess with the moistest, as Butch put it) Winfrey was scrambling for heady controversial bill-of-fare to lure in viewers.

For good reason!

According to press reports, right out of the gate, OWN failed to dredge up ratings worth writing home about.

“It will take some time to build up an audience,” Oprah’s right-hand woman (rumored to be her faithful lesbian lover) argued with a poker face to all within earshot.

Although the channel whipped up a dozen-or-so innovative shows to kick off the network in January – on topics that ranged from travel, to nutrition, and self-help tips on home decorating – few managed to gel with American TV’s audiences.

American idol, the Apprentice – even Glee - continued to snap up the ratings while OWN languished essentially viewerless on the sidelines.

In fact, according to the Nielsen ratings, fewer than 300,000 tuned in on average during prime-time hours since the novelty Network made its grand entrance into the highly-competitive media rich cable market.

A gimmick drummed up to promote “Becoming Chad” may turn things around at OWN.

Who knows!

“Oprah says it’s a Documentary Film Club ,” Chantel explained to Butch, who didn’t quite get it at first.

“Oh, I think I understand now. Documentarians will telecast their projects on OWN each month. Then, after the premiere, viewers can order a copy for their DVD collection or rent it from Blockbuster on the cheap.”

“It will probably be available on Oprah’s official web site, too.”

"Where they'll have to swim through a sea of annoying slick pop-ups, no doubt!"

The new venture was causing quite a buzz on the Internet.

If the ballsy talk-show host kept plugging away, OWN might eventually become a respected film producer, and a force to reckon with in Hollywood.

Tuesday night, the premiere production of – “Becoming Chad “ would either emerge a boffo hit or a boob tube bomb.

“It depends on how curious and open-minded the American public is,” Butch found herself speculating to her best friend later in Macy’s where they were shopping for a few odds-and-ends.

Once folks got wind of the fact Chad (subject matter of the controversial material) was the only child of one of their favorite unstoppable Pop Divas, Chantel and Butch both expected fireworks to erupt.

"Just betcha, Chad - and mommy dearest - are in for a bumpy night or two ahead as Bette Davis would say,” Butch surmised.

Chantel agreed in so many words.

“People are a lot more open-minded in Hollywood. Artists forget that. Once they step out of their protective bubble here, they suddenly get a rude awakening,” Chantel snickered, matter-of-fact.

“I doubt those red-necks on Main street are going to warm up to the idea much,” Butch astutely pointed out to her friend.

To some, after all, a full-blown sex change is downright freaky, no matter which way you cut it," bellowed Butch.

Ooops!  Wrong choice of words?

At this juncture in the conversation,a news clip caught Butch's eye.

“Paul McCartney to get hitched”

Well, at least one person wasn’t down on love.

“As Barry Manilow would say, he’s ready to take the plunge again,” Chantel laughed.

“Chance,” Butch corrected her.

“It’s more like taking a plunge. I know, I’ve been there big time.”

“Some people can’t survive in life without the thought of a mate or love in their life,” Butch found herself waxing philosophically.

“I guess that’s why Chad is going the route he is,” Chantel mused.

“If anything, it looks like Oprah is counting on liberated sidekicks, sex changes, and gay interior decorators to boost up the ratings on her network in the next few weeks,” Chantel giggled.

“Most Americans find it difficult to turn away from a train wreck, no matter how disturbing the images,” Butch reminded her pal with a slightly cynical tone in her voice.

A light bulb appeared to go off in Chantel's head at this point.

“Heh, that’s it. Oprah’s handlers should try to land an exclusive on the Osama bin Laden photos. If she broadcast those gruesome suckers, her ratings would go through the roof!”

“TMZ probably scooped them up already, if I know Harvey.”

“I wonder what kind of money those kids make on that show, anyway? Do you suppose Levin tosses them a bone every time their mugs get featured on-camera?” she casually quizzed her friend, as she spritzed a little Oh! That! Perez Hilton cologne on her wrist.

“I hear that Levin is a cheap bastard, so they probably get paid in glory. Can’t hurt their sex lives, though,” Butch muttered under her breath, as she tossed an over-the-top over-designed hat on her head, courtesy the Princess Beatrice Royal Threads label.

"By the way, is he gay?"

"Who?"

"Barry Manilow."

"How would I know?"

"Well, I sort of thought, gay people had the scoop on each other. Who was, or isn’t. Bi perhaps. Don’t you have gadar or something?"

The remark triggered memories of the old days when the gay lifestyle – and being “out” – was basically in its infancy.

Back in the late sixties and early seventies the loved that dared not speak its name didn’t.

"In contrast - today - it won't shut up," hissed Butch.

Butch, for one, used to be terrified at the thought of being exposed (outed) in high school.

Once the damning snicker-and-cold-stare treatment started up, a student's dance card usually ended up short-circuited for the rest of the semester.

One had to endure the occasional slur, too.

Dyke!

Butch hid behind the pretty frilly frocks lavished on her by a dotting mother, crossed her legs like clock-work whenever she took a sitting position, steered clear of plaid shirts, and avoided black sensible shoes like the plague.

Spending the night with a butch horsey-looking female pal was out-of-the-question, too!

Hooking up - preferably with a male hottie - was the best case scenario.

Early on, Butch recognized a great beard in a nerdy computer whiz who sat behind her in Science class, and jumped on his sorry carcass before he knew what hit him!

Whenever Butch reflected on those breathy clandestine coming-of-age high-tension pre-gay daze– she couldn't help but utter up a raucous bell-laugh  or two.

Why was youth wasted on the young?

(to be continued)


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Mark Zuckerkberg...$7 million-dollar home reminiscent of Osama bin Laden's compound?

 
 
Is it just me, or is Mark Zuckerberg's spanking new mansion somewhat reminiscent of slain Osama bin Laden's luxury digs in Pakistan?
 
With the exception of the pool, of course! 

Paddling about a pool in a flowing robe makes the recreational leisure past-time tough - even for an expert swimmer - after all.

The upscale property in Palo Alto has that certain shabby secluded aura about it that reminds me of the sprawling compound where the former Al Qaeda leader was serviced by his five accommodating wives.
 
Do you suppose Mark has a few bottles of virility boosters around the house, too, or are the big buck dividends that flow daily into the coffers enough to trigger an adrenalin rush and the libido of the single twenty-six-year old?
 
Valued at $13.5 billion, and now a recongized-on-sight celebrity made famous by the Oscar-winning film The Social Network, Zuckerberg is quite the catch.

Curiously, that!
 
Although the flick explored a myriad of aspects of the Facebook CEO's life, there wasn't even a hint or two about his sexual yearnings or his demanding tastes between-the-sheets.
 
Does the young stud like it missionary-style, for instance?
 
On the other hand, Doggie-style might be up his alley, too.
 
Who knows!
 
The restored upscale home boasts 5,617 square feet and rests on a 17,100 square-foot plot.
 
The investment property include five bedrooms, five and a half baths, a banquet-size dining room, a music alcove and glassed-in porch.
 
The backyard is a bachelor's virtual (!) playground, natch, and features a saltwater pool, a spa, an outdoor gazebo with a wood-burning fireplace, and a carport.
 
Like Osama's infamous pad, the retreat is shielded from nosy neighbors and lookie loo's with a high wall.

Pretty Citrus trees line the edge of the Zuckerberg estate, too.
 
The tony neighborhood - known as Crescent Park - is comprised mainly of median single-family homes which sell for an average of $1.9 million.

Public records have established that the deal closed in mid-March.

And, aht the hush-hush sale, was conducted through a third party LLC.

Obviously, if those Winklevoss twins win a court judgment eventually, it will be tough placing a lien on the Zuckerberg Castle.

Smart dude!

Do you suppose he paid cash-on-the-barrel or in Facebook overvalued stock?

News at 11!

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Julian Ayrs...Internet site Badoo pimping for me! Pays to Google yourself!

 

 

What a hoot!

Today, I was searching the Internet, when I stumbled on a dating site that mentioned moi!

When I clicked on the link, I was magically whisked to a dating site, that hooks singles up.

Uh-huh!

The webmaster hi-jacked my photograph from MySpace and signed me up without my knowledge or permission.

Now, I am a sought-after bachelor in cruise mode on the world-wide-web, I guess.

The date meisters were even thoughtful enough to cast a wide hook out for me.

Apparently, I am seeking a female 31 - 50 years of age.

Yeah, luv those old cougars, dudes!

For good times and sizzling hot sex between-the-sheets I gather!

And, get this, there appears to be over 3 million members to choose from at the Badoo site!

If you want my stats, though - gee whiz - you're going to have to sign up for the "free"dating service.

Gosh, I feel like bait, a piece of meat!

A poster boy for forty-something studs on the prowl.

Well, good thing I was in a horny mood today - and chose to google myself - or I would never have clued into the fact that I am among the ranks of the most sought after commodity in the enterprising (and romantic) coupling trade.

Just betcha, a Royal betrothal is my cards, too!

For a "Best Man" - either Wills or randy Prince Harry - will do.

I wonder if I will get a percentage of the spoils, royalties, and that sort-of-thing?

Or, do I have to take it out in flesh, or by trade?

Reply in confidence to:

http://badoo.com/01144819558/






New Internet persona!
(nip & tuck here & there does wonders)

Casino Jack...Kevn Spacey pays tribute at screening! Film sleazy potshot @ lobbyists!

My favorite scene in "Casino Jack" is when an FBI snitch quotes a line from the "Godfather" to Kevin Spacey's character near the end of the fast-paced political potboiler.

"I know it was you Alfredo. You broke my heart!"

The moral of the story was crystal clear at that juncture.

There is no honor among thieves.

The "Spacey" vehicle was launched last night amid a lot of frenzied fanfare at the exotic Mann's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood.

Sleek limousines purred at the curb, the paparazzi jockeyed for position, and celebrities trotted down the red carpet into the theatre with high expectations.

After all, "Casino Jack" has been garnering a lot of buzz in industry circles of late.

Inside, in the packed lobby - a bevy of bodacious babes and eager male suits - hovered about the fringes like moths to flame anxious to hob-nob with the tony elite.

Meanwhile, from my own perch on the sidelines, I was able to surreptitiously catch the scuttlebutt as it swirled all around me.

A few guests quibbled about the fact the ushers failed to seat them in the prestigious reserved section where they could pass themselves off as industry VIPs for appearances sake.

Tsk!  Tsk!

In another corner of the plush environs, a couple of seasoned pro's cynically advised their friends to gobble down a bit of popcorn during the screening,  before heading over to the Roosevelt for the chi-chi after-party.

"There isn't any food this year.The PR folks cut back."

Golly, how the mighty have fallen in these tough economic times.

Imagine that!

A powerful Hollywood studio scrimping on the Tinsel at a splashy World Premiere!

In due course, the lights were dimmed, signalling that the screening was about to get underway.

At this juncture, a posse of stragglers were hustled into their seats, just as Kevin Spacey was invited up to the podium to launch the premiere of the much-anticipated feature about a posse of smarmy lobbyists plying the hill in Washington D.C.

Unfortunately, there was sad news.

Director - George Hickenlooper - would not be attending the festivities because of his untimely death a couple of weeks ago.

The actor - recently bestowed with an honorary Commander of the "Order of the British Empire" (for his role in reviving London's Old Vic Theatre - proceeded to pay tribute to his good friend and business associate who he greatly admired.

Spacey - with a wide smile on his likable face - fondly recalled that he was cast for the role of the scoundrel - Jack Abramoff - on Facebook.

"Someone mentioned that I might be good for the part. So, George was poked," he chuckled with glee, looking back.

After flying over to London to meet with Spacey on location, the respected director signed the award-winning actor on for the five-week shoot.

"Casino Jack was well-received at the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF)," Spacey proudly noted to the attentive filmgoers - obviously saddened - by the loss of Hickenlooper.

"In fact, for the first time, George was starting to receive long overdue rave reviews and accolades for his work," Spacey underscored to the rapt audience now hanging on every word.

"Thank you for coming and supporting the film and his family who are in attendance tonight," he finished up, with a touch of emotion in his voice.

The applause was stupdendous!

In a nutshell, "Casino Jack" is a dark political satire that takes a pot-shot at unscrupulous snake-oil salesmen lobbying for special interests (and in search of good favor) on Capitol Hill.

Kevin Spacey turns-in a remarkable bravado performance - one of his best - to date.

In fact, the celebrated thespian not only gets beneath the skin of the slime-ball character he is portraying, but breathes like into an unforgettable role that won't be soon forgotten.

For Spacey, the remarkable performance is a defining moment in both his personal life and professional career.

In reflecting on the film after the screening, I was inclined to recall a piece of advice my Art Professor once offered up on the subject of critiques.

"When viewing a work of art - whether it be a painting, a movie, or dance performance - the viewer must first stand back and fathom what just washed over them."

In the instant case of Casino Jack, the fast-paced dark farce about dirty politics, is so slick (well-written, acted to perfection, lushly produced) that it capably seduces filmgoers right out of the starter's gate before they are aware of what hit 'em.

Unfortunately, once the credits crawl to a close, there is a rude awakening.

I'll wager that once the initial potent power of the story-telling wears off, that - ten to one - a gaggle of filmgoers will ultimately feel like the innocents depicted in the film - that they have been taken.

But, if they're keen on a couple of hours of delicious raucous fun, all will be forgiven!

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John Lovitz & Kevin Spacey turn in brilliant performances!

Lindsay Lohan...jailhouse quote of the day!

Care to lei with me?

I was cruising the Internet at break-neck speed, when I suddenly caught sight of an eye-catching web page graced with a slick publicity still, with a hilarious caption below which was clearly the quote of the day.

"Lindsay has fans in jail."

Duh!

You don't say?

I suppose, if Ms. Ultra-chic chick plays her cards right in the romper room, the she-beasts will be waiting on her hand and breast!

Wink! Wink!

Ba-dump.

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Al Gore...groping investigation! Where there's a masseuse, there's trouble...

I did not sexually grope that woman!

When I reported that Al Gore and wife Tipper were parting ways amicably a few weeks ago, many whispered behind-the-scenes that there was a deep dark secret that triggered the break-up.

Post: 06/01/10

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/06/al-goreand-wife-tipper-to-separate.html

Post: 06/02/10

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/06/al-goredated-without-tippers-knowledge.html

Now that the Portland Police have confirmed that a prior investigation has been re-opened - and that Al Gore is the prime suspect in a groping incident- in retrospect - the sudden break-up announcement makes sense.

Did Al deliberately distance himself from Tipper because he was alerted to the fact the probe was on the fast track - and to save her from the a tawdry scandal - that may be on the horizon?

A masseuse has alleged that the former Vice President made unwanted sexual advances on the occasion of a professional massage therapy session in his Hotel Lucia suite.

Sounds dicey from the get-go, doesn’t it.?
Even more so, when the glare of the spotlight is tossed on all the salacious details.

For instance, Gore registered at the Hotel under an assumed name, Mr. Stone.

Was he anticipating - or counting on some hanky panky going down - when he first booked the trip?

If I recall correctly, some masseuses use steamed rocks in their massage regimens.

Or, was Gore simply taking a poke at his own much-publicized stoney demeanour?

News at 11!
 

 

 

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TMZ...pushing naughty envelope? Bieber beaver talk...

Is it me, or does TMZ appear to be subtly pushing the naughty envelope?

In a segment on Pop heartthrob Justin Bieber - caught en route at the airport (TMZ’s fave stalking ground) - the kids made mention of a past association with one of the Hanson boy-toys.

“Oh, that one Hanson kid gave the worst interview ever back in 1994,” piped up Harvey Levin (father-figure on the popular tabloid gossip show).

In a voice-over, laid over footage of Justin, a staff member joked that the heartthrob was just on the brink of pushing his way out of his mother’s “beaver” in 1994.

Perhaps it flew over the Fox censor's head?

But, if you’re a Canuck, you got the joke right off-the-bat.

In Canada, the raunchy social set refer to a woman’s anatomy - down under - as a “beaver".

If the powers-that-be at Fox were aware of it, would they have ordered a bleep?

Inquiring minds want to know.
 
 

 

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Marilyn Monroe...rare photo surfaces! John F. Kennedy intrigues...

Rare publicity still of Marilyn & JFK intriguing!

Marilyn Monroe is still making waves long after her mysterious death a few decades ago.

For example, a rare photograph has just been released on what would have been the “Some like it Hot” star’s 84th birthday.

Is the legendary siren crying out from the grave?

The curious publicity still was taken at a historic political event on a novel occasion when Marilyn was invited to perform her rendition of  “Happy Birthday” to President John F. Kennedy and a rapt audience.

A raft of photographs were confiscated by the secret service that festive night, but the rare one in question, slipped through the cracks for some inexplicable reason.

Is it possible that an unknown person (or persons) manipulated events behind-the-scenes because of the revealing subliminal message being transmitted?

In the faded still, Marilyn is facing camera essentially, but for some intriquing reason, the President’s back is turned toward camera.

Was Jack in the throes of arranging a clandestine meeting with Marilyn?

Did he turn away when he saw the cameraman approach to prevent an incriminating still from harming his relationship with Jackie Kennedy or hurting his reputation in social and political circles?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Marilyn cries out from the grave!

 
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Deep Throat...a sequel to the porn hit?

Now that a producer is focusing on the Life & Times of porn star Linda Lovelace - starring troubled actress Lindsay Lohan - the buzz around town is that a sequel to "Deep Throat" is in the works.

It's going to be titled  "Sore Throat".

Gotcha!

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Kristen Stewart...Jody Foster puts make on Twilight star? Jay Leno confession...

Does Jody want to put bite on Kristen?

Is Kristen Stewart aware that she may fall prey to a lipstick lesbo's amorous clutches?

True, if the rumors about Jody Foster are not just idle gossip!

On Jay Leno the other night, the inquisitive talk-show host (that sly cad) made mention of the fact that Kristen once worked with the pretty cougar on the set of the "Panic Room".

"Do you two ever get together," Jay  queried the Twilight star somewhat candidly.

"Actually, we just bumped into each other at the Oscar ceremonies," Kristen gushed without hesitation.

Then, in the next beat, the pretty up-and-coming star let it slip that Ms. Foster made a play for her - um - friendship.

"We should hang out," Foster suggested, according to Stewart who was somewhat wide-eyed and surprised by the offer.

Is nubile young Kristen really that clueless?

The pairing could bring a whole new twist to the intrigues @ Twilight.

News at 11!

Jody a lipstick lesbo?

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Valentine's Day...Block Party in WeHo offers erotic special!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

Probably the best Valentine's Day special I stumbled on this past week was screaming  (not  unusual in West Hollywood) out at me from  Block Party - a trendy menswear shop on Santa Monica  - that boasts quite a few items in stock that celebrate (and show off) the male physique.

Get this!

Buy 2 pair of underwear (I feel a boner coming on already) and a DVD  porno of your choice is FREE.

Now you need some party favors!

Lube, X-tra-large Trojans, what have you!

Oh, and a hot date, of course!

Play safe!

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San Francisco...Valentine's Day it pays to advertise! Castro style...

Why be a wall-flower this coming Valentine's Day?

You know what they say.

"Never a fair maiden (dude) won was by a faint heart."

In the Castro district, the locals are keen on another truism, too.

"It pays to advertise!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_6I5rPCRqo

Happy hunting!

Barack Obama...Vegas slams Prez! Sin City deserved dressing-down...

Sin City cries the blues!

Dirty old Mayor incensed by Obama remarks!

Once again, Barack Obama opened his yap and ended up with a shovel or two of desert sand being shoved down his throaat.

Yup!

Those lounge lizards and politicos in the Nevada oasis are hopping mad again!

Recently, Barack Obama was inclined to make a comment about Vegas, which he thought was practical advice.

In a letter to U.S. Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, Obama noted in passing, that Americans shouldn't blow their money in Vegas - but instead - save it for College.

The comment sparked rage for a second time in the fleshpot of the Nation - where the vices of weak individuals - are inclined to get the best of them.

The end result?

Cash down the drain on slots, too much booze, and pleasures of the sinful kind that break of up marriages and sully the images and reputations of high-profile figures (Tiger Woods ring any bells?)

Ah, the follies invvoled in the  pursuit of pure unadulterated sex!

It was the second time since taking office that Obama singled out Las Vegas as a potential cesspool of irresponsible excessive spending.

If you recall, Obama criticized bank employees for jetting off to Vegas and splurging at a time when most Americans were hurting financially.

At that time, the  City Fathers lamented that the unfair barb would negatively impact the Las Vegas  further.

Over the past couple of years, Vegas has been struggling to regain its former glory as a destination hot-spot.

The city's residents have been hard-hit from a two-year onslaught of of foreclosures, bankruptcies and unemployment.

Tourism is the Silver State's most valuable commodity, and in view of this, there has been an outcry from  ranks of high order in the wake of the disclosure that Barack has named Vegas as a potential culprit once again.

The President was quick to jump into the fray in a concerted effort to smooth over the troubled waters.

"I was making the simple point that families use vacation dollars, not college tuition money, to have fun," Obama said, according to the letter released by Reid's office.

"You don't go buying a boat when you can barely pay your mortgage," Obama said.

 "You don't blow a bunch of cash on Vegas when you're trying to save for college. You prioritize. You make tough choices."

"There is no place better to have fun than Vegas, one of our country's great destinations," he noted in the aftermath.

For the record, Mr. Obama also underscored that he has always enjoyed his visits to gambling gulch.

However, vacations there may not be so satisfying in the future, if  Mayor Goodman has any say in it.

Goodman - not only lambasted Obama during a hastily called news conference - but assured all within earshot that the President was  no friend to Las Vegas and would not be welcomed there  if he visits.

"I'll do everything I can to give him the boot," Goodman said.

"This President is a real slow learner."

Barrack's comments quickly sparked a negative gut reaction elswhere in the Silver State which supported Obama in the 2008 election.

Goodman and others are worried that Obama's words will discourage visitors from jetting off  to Las Vegas -  and that as a result -  the industry will be depressed further.

"Enough is enough!" Democratic Congresswoman Shelley Berkley said in a one accusing statement.

"President Obama needs to stop picking on Las Vegas and he needs to let Americans decide for themselves how and where to spend their hard-earned vacation dollars."

Senator John Ensign (Repuplican) pointed out from the sidelines that the President may not have grasped the weight that his words carry around the country (and beyond).

"The President needs to lay off Las Vegas and stop making it the poster child for where people shouldn't be spending their money," Reid pointedly added.

 "I would much rather tourists and business travelers spend their money in Las Vegas than spend it overseas."

Nevada Governor Jim Gibbons, Rep. Dean Heller (Republican), and Democratic Rep. Dina Titus also roundly criticized the President.

"He has to step up right away and say, you know, he wasn't thinking," Goodman huffed.

 "Sometimes when he's not using his monitors and reading what he says, he doesn't think. And this is one of those times he didn't think, and he should straighten out the record because he's been here, he knows Las Vegas is a great place."

In my opinion, Las Vegas deserves a dressing-down.

Whenever the President or any politician takes a poke at Sin City they go up in arms.

However, as I have reported in past posts - Las Vegas casinos, City coppers, and others - have continually  given tourists and vistiors in general the shaft.

Instead  of taking  note of the valid criticisms - and taking action to cure the problems  - Las Vegas continues to ignore issues that are hurting its public image and turning visitors away.

For instance, in one post, I noted that I witnessed racial profiling in the streets.

Has the despicable practice stopped? 

No.

Post:  05/12/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/05/las-vegasracial-profiling-continues-on.html

I also reported that a handful of Hotels - such as the Sahara - were not disclosing fees to tourists when they booked rooms (a disreputable practice that is downright fraudulent in nature).

Has that issued been addressed by the Mayor or Casino owners? 

No.

Post:  09/15/09

http://julian1st.wordpress.com/2009/09/15/las-vegas-sahara-hotel-fails-to-disclose-fees-bad-buffet-beef-security-detail-taunts-guests/

In spite of the fact Las Vegas has been crying the blues over loss of revenue,  they continue to engage in violations of citizens rights (which summarily turn tourists off).

For example, at Harrah's and Fitzgerald's Hotels, security guards often shake-down guests on the casino floor - detain them, ask inappropriate questions, and violate their civil rights - without legal authority to do so

It's harassment plain and simple!.

Who wants to patronize an establishment that runs rough-shod over the rights of the individual?

Has the problem been addressed? 

No.

Post::  09/10/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/10/harrahsvegas-casino-staff-harass-guests.html

Post:  01/13/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/01/las-vegas-boundnot-fitzgerald-hotel.html

Also, Las Vegas would have you believe they welcome tourists with open arms, but have a curious way of showing their appreciation for the business.

On many occasion, for example, I have witnessed traffic cops pull over pedestrians (who are often from foreign countries and unfamiliar with the terrain and/or laws in the U.S.) and proceed to ticket them for jay-walking.

If Vegas is going to continue the practices aforementioned, they deserve to be shat upon.

Post: 09/28/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/09/las-vegasmotorcycle-cop-alan-doyle.html

So, President Obama, take note.

There are several glaring consumer issues in Vegas that cry out for investigation.

Just pick one for your next speech, eh?

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Senator Scott Brown...nude layout reveals stimulus package! Cosmo grabbed him in 1982...

You have to wonder if the reason Scott Brown got elected in Massachusetts was due to the fact he posed in Cosmopolitan years ago.

I expect that his opponents got wind of the splashy nude spread and plastered it around Mass (the State) to tarnish his political image.

But, instead of turning voters against him, the revelation boomeranged in his lusty favor as voters turned out in droves to cast their ballots.

Today, folks (male & female) are gazing on his studly bod and giving a thumbs up!

Wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers, eh?

The silver temples underscore Brown's a dignified mature man in control of  his - um - faculties!

Unlike yesterday - where musical beds were the campus sport - I surmise that dinner and a fine glass of vintage wine amount to foreplay in his post frat boy stage.

Burt Reynolds, the first high-profile (straight?) celebrity to sprawl out on a bearskin rug by a roaring fire with a come hither look, understood the importance of sizzling exposure here and there now and then.

Just ask Dinah, darlink!

And, the million or so bucks Cosmos forks over to get down 'n dirty in the buff,  is nothing to sniff at.

In fact, Brown confessed he did the strip tease cause he needed intuition for college.

Not as clever as Marilyn Monroe's quip when it was learned she (OMG!) tossed off her frilly underthings to pose for a series of titillating publicity stills.

As the news broke about the potentially-raunchy cheesecake, there were a couple of tense moments for Marilyn, when she found herself cornered by a frenzied posse of paparazzi chomping at the bit for all the tawdry details.

When reporters quizzed her pointedly about what she had "on" when the photographer snapped away, without batting a luscious eyelash she coquettishly purred:

"The radio."



One wrong word and her dazzling legit career would have been in shambles; instead, her quick wit and delicious sense of humor saved her from the brink of disaster.

Consequently, her reach for the brass ring soared to greater heights.

Instead of being flogged in the backrooms of sleazy all-night bookstores in a plain brown wrapper, the photos were snapped up to  grace the pages of a quality calendar which is a pricey collector's item today.

Brown?

I expect he'll be pumping the fleshy bejwelled hands of politician's wives on the campaign trail.

The charismatic opportunist with the healthy libido may even sign a jaunty autograph across his bare chest (or elsewhere for kicks).

By the way, a strageticaly-placed hand teasingly hides his "Johnson" in the lay-out.

To fit all his manhood in, required a two-pager feature, with strict adherance to strategic positioning.

On that note, do 'ya suppose the man-of-the-hour is into the missionary or doggie-style?

The editors have coined a few slogans for his next political campaign, by the way.

*Who Needs Joe Plumber When You Can Have Scott Six-Pack?

*Scott Brown: A Name You Can Trust, Abs You Can Believe In

*Vote for Brown. He Has One Hell of a Stimulus Package

If he makes it to the White House, some underage page (in a pretty frock and bright red lipstick) just may find out up-close and personal.

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Barack Obama...sexy money quote!

While President Obama may hold the view that
saving money is sexy

For most men

blowing their wad
is much more sexually satisfying!

Julian Ayrs

The Daily Planet

Las Vegas..Mayor says guests may do what they want! Spell Sin City's name right...

aka Sin City

Mayor Goodman dips his stick in Vegas spoils, too!

In the wake of the Tiger Woods fiasco, some residents of Las Vegas has been wondering how the scandal will impact the desert resort, especially since the celebrated golf pro hooked up with a couple of beauties in Sin City.

In response, city officials fired back  in a self-serving effort to calm the scandal-ridden waters.

For starters, Mayor Goodman noted that the show town has been known as the "sin" capital for decades  for obvious reasons.

Although the old-timer acknowleged that salacious conduct was prevalent in the city with no clocks, he argued that the naughty goings-on were part 'n parcel in  a town that has been synonymous with scintillating sexy adult entertainment.

"We don't care what you do in Vegas. Just spell the city's name right," he chided  in so many words.

A couple of his statements were in conflict with each other, though.

Although the look-the-other-way top honcho doesn't care what goes down in the city that never sleeps,, curiously, he also made a point of stressing that what happens in Vegas "doesn't stay in Vegas".

That may be a bit unnerving for some!

Worshippers of the Hedonistic lifestyle - and wine, women, and song (who take advantage of the smorgasbord of sensual delights available in town and around town) - would rather their dirty weekends in Vegas be kept under wraps. 

One has only to look to the convention brouhaha  that erupted a scant few months ago to recognize it is an obvious truism.

Once word got "out" that the giants of industry in America were touching down in Sin City, and facilitating corporate funds to fuel the party circuit, the sh** hit the fan if you recall. .

On the heels of sensational headlines at major dailies around the country - which screamed out the tawdry truth about Corporate America and Sin City - boardroom execs were inclined to slam on the brakes pronto!

At this juncture, the travel industry plummeted, resort rooms sat empty, and a gut-wrenching pall fell over a once-cocky town that had much to crow about

In the final analysis, and in the best fiscal interest of the city, the Mayor may want to shift his viewpoint a tad (all Tiger Woods lacey things considered).

 Otherwise the fickle jet-set and savvy trend-setting  travellers may seek out loftier climbs to party-hearty.

A quote springs to mind:

"Discretion is the better part of valor."

Amen!

Tiger should have kept his eye on the ball!

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Tiger Woods...pussy galore! This cat has nine - um - pieces of tail!

You think a hole in one is tough, try nine, dude!

By the time dinner hour rolled around last night, it was quite evident from the news reports flooding in, that Tiger Woods was either a super stud or relying on the mystical power of exotic drugs to sustain what was obviously an insatiable quest for sexual  conquests.

At last count, nine lusty women jumped on the Tiger (gotcha by the tail)  merry-go-round, to snatch up a bit of the spotlight in the unfolding scandal.

On the heels of the revelations about the startling body (of the hot & fleshy variety) allegations also began filtering out of the revolving-door boudoir in respect to drug-induced high-jinks.

For instance, experts speculated that Tiger must have scarfed down what is commonly-known as a date-rape prescription drug, to enlarge upon the width-and-breath of his clandestine prowess.

That theory came home to roost – and ended up a reality check for Tiger – when evidence regarding this allegation was surreptiously gleened on a different front.

With law enforcement evidence in hand -  innovative gossip mongers delved further and managed to uncover testimony from eyewitnesses secured from public records (and elsewhere) that underscored that on the night of the accident - Tiger was either bombed by virtue of a lethal combination of alcohol and drugs or under the influence of some kind of mind and/or mood-altering substance in the alternative.

In retrospect, looking back, it is obvious why the golf pro sequestered himself in the inner sanctum of his home (at the advice of criminal lawyers specializing in damage control) and away from the prying eyes of neighbors and the ubiquitous media parked outside his pricey Florida enclave.

Some argue that the issues are private matters, though.

Matt Damon (who admitted being friends with Tiger) took an off-limits approach.

Meanwhile, the hypocritical Invictus star (with an upcoming feature film release begging for promotion on the horizon) got his mug on camera, didn’t he?

Ever the publicist looking out for your own behind, plotting career moves and novel ways to drum up publicity along the way, eh Matt?

Unlike others, I disagree with the smug position of a handful of party-poopers, who assert that the probe should not go any farther based on Tiger's right to privacy.

After all, there is one stickling fact to keep uppermost in the mind, folks!

Tiger’s little indiscretion that fateful night caused physical damage - not only to his neighbor’s property - but to city-owned fixtures (a fire hydrant) paid for by the public coffers.

Subsequently, enquiring minds want to know one niggling thing.

Will there be any more wild  incidents arising out of Tiger’s uncontrollable urge to prowl hungrily at the witching hour to satisfy deep sexual cravings - no matter how wobbly his dick - or drug-soaked his mental faculties may be?

If so, at what cost?

The scuttlebutt here in Vegas - Sin City capital of the world - is running rampant.

Even local reporters have been inclined to divulge point blank -  that they were aware of Tiger's late-night carousing and carefree nights of high-roller gambling at the Casinos (where management encouraged the prettier gals to hang out and egg the likes of Woods and his cast of desperados on to ensure the cold hard cash kept flowing).

Not a peep leaked out - because as they say - what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Until the Florida incident, that is.

Meanwhile, numero uno nosey parker – Oprah Winfrey - stepped into the fray (so what else is new from the hefty bag's corner) and offered up a forum for Tiger and the missus to air the dirty laundry and get to the crux of the problem.

Don't suppose ratings has anything to do with this generous offer?

In view of all the shocking breaking news of late, it is evident at this point in time, that Tiger needs more than someone to hold his co**.

Unlike other dudes, he can’t turn to best his friend to confide in, either.

After all, the childhood friend introduced him to his first mistress.

On the sidelines, the curious are wondering if Tiger will even show at his buddy’s wedding celebrations this week, in spite of the fact he’s supposed to assume the role of best man at the altar.

Even still, best man for best pimp sounds highly appropriate, don't 'ya think?

In addition to a therapist,Tiger is in dire need of a mediator –and high-profile negotiator whiz – to wangle a deal with a bevy of bodacious beauties circling the edges of the high stakes melodrama like a school of blood-thirsty sharks out for a piece of the action.

Although Tiger's approval rating is higher than that of the president,the court of public opinion has spoken.

Zip it, Woods!

Meanwhile, his missus should snap up the prenuptial moolah and give the a**hole the big kiss off.

Once a wayward prick, always a wayward prick, after all.

Smile if 'ya got some trophy pussy last night!

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