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Normally I would post a preview image. Or even a video.
But no, not for this one.
Because viewing that site could make you as visibly neurotic as megaphone-toting Michael Stipe in this R.E.M. classic:
If you do click on the link, and then start hopping around while shouting though a megaphone about people being turned inside out… Well, don’t blame us! You clicked!
Here’s a little bit of marijuana-inspired cultural history that we just learned today… and that we want to share with you! Now if someone asks what you learned in your porn blog surfing, you will have something to tell them!
We go back to 1969. The powder-keg of American culture is exploding. The folk-singing duo of Mike Brewer and Tom Shipley have retreated from the high life of California, back to their native Midwest. They made two albums together while in Los Angeles. And now they are eking out a meager living in Kansas City by playing in college towns within driving distance of their new home.
As a joke, they quickly pen a song about a dude who has smoken’ himself a bit too much of the Mary Jane. The song is One Toke Over The Line, and would be included in their third album.
Not willing to pass on the opportunity to shit on dirty hippie pot smokers, the Vice President of the United States took notice. Spiro T. Agnew called out the two songwriters, personally, as “subversives to American youth”. Agnew further pressured the FCC to ban the song just as it started to garner airplay.
Later on, of course, Vice President Agnew would be charged with taking bribes while in office, including while serving as V.P. He pleaded no contest to a tax evasion charge and resigned in disgrace. His boss Nixon would soon follow him to the place where old criminal politicians go.
Meanwhile, One Toke Over The Line made Brewer and Shipley more well-known than ever. It even features in the opening of Hunter S. Thompson’s legendary book Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
Then Lawrence Welk got into the mix! The number was performed on his ultra-conservative ultra-mainstream ultra-middle-class ultra-fogie show– introduced as “one of the newer songs”, and classified as a “modern spiritual” by Welk himself.
Here it is:
This is, oddly enough, the second time that the Lawrence Welk Show has appeared on this here esteemed porn blog. Hmmmm….???
Fiona & Denisa from FEMJOY
The summer solstice is today. It is a good day to dream, to introspect, to celebrate, and to connect with the Eternal.
The voices of the Underworld want me to remind you, on this special occasion, of this: Don’t let the days go by…
And the voices of the Underworld would also like a little prayer to be said. Handily, it can be said– nay, sung– by two ancient pagan priests named Simon and Garfunkel. (They were apparently inducted into the Pagan Priesthood in 1990.)
A special friend of mine in the Underworld says that you might be well-served by paying attention to the lyrics:
Oh fuck… is it that far in January already?! Last I knew it was New Year’s Eve. Last I knew I was in California. Now it’s three weeks later and I’m in Europe.
My head hurts.
I feel like Bon Scott– the AC/DC frontman– in this clip. Everybody knows you’re dead but you are still on the Internet, trying to walk the line between Lawrence Welk and Satan:
That’s from 1976. Thirty-five fucking years ago.
Now it’s 2010. Times have changed!
OOPS! I meant 2011. And times still fucking change. See… that one just fucking did, motherfucker!
Fuck… my head hurts… I need an analgesic.
UPDATE: Speaking of Lawrence Welk, this clip with Neil LeVang on guitar is absolutely sublime. It’s from 1961– fifty years ago!
But first… I bring you this bit of 1980s inspiration back from Eternity…
Sublime, isn’t it? Eyeliner boy inspires all his minions to let go of their inhibitions…
And that, my friends, just happens to be the new direction for this esteemed porn blog:
We can go where we want to
A place that they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
Tomorrow morning… December 7, 2010… The Money Shot Blog relaunches!!!
You’ll be dropping more loads than a fleet of bombers on a surprise Hawaiian attack…
Hello, you dearly neglected Money Shot Blog readers. I am not your usual host. My name is Julius Hoffman. But you can call me “Ray”.
I come to this here esteemed porn blog with terrible news. Your esteemed porn-blogger, and my dear friend and business partner, is dead.
Sherman McCoy is dead.
“If we are here not to do what you and I wanna to do, and go forever crazy with it, then why the hell are we even here?!! DAAAA!!!”
For last few days I listen to Super Taranta!. Is from Gogol Bordello– that is hottest Gypsy punk band of… ummm…. 2007.
I am little late. Usual case. Trend train already left station. Arrived at fucking destination long ago while I fucking spend time fucking Tijuana whores.
Guys in band are genius. Totally existential. Confronting serious psychological and philosophical issue with smart analytical rational thinking.
And there even song of Grand Unification Theory. Will titillate your inner physics geek!
Is music that help navigate you the absurdities of stupid modern American life… with vodka and marinated herring!. In face of so much existential absurdity, what can possibly ask of art except that it be helpful?
They become with Silversun Pickups one of my favorite band. Check out performance with Postmodern Queen herself from 2007 (just first part of video). And also session on show of clueless David Letterman.
(I think Madonna performance is one best things I’ve seen in year… I remember Andrew Sullivan blog it many many times ago. I never knew who Gypsy dudes were until now, tho’.)
Totally Unrelated Christmas Harem Pic
Goodie-goodie… Christmas is over. And what a fucking Christmas it has been!
You might wonder why yours truly has not blogged nuthin’ for almost all of this month.
It’s because I was in fucking Iceland! Bankrupt decrepit Iceland!
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