Pet.

Pals.

Tour dé force.

Renegade.

A&T in B&W.

Yeah … why not?

Fancypants.

Carefree.

Renegade.

A Miami judge who grew up in the Big Apple has come under fire for using the word “moolie” to describe black defendant.

One listen. One answer.

Seaworthy.

We all need frands.

Double Tubble.

Renegade.

Paradiso A&T

Karen McDougal is in the news for relations with President Trump. She was a Playboy Playmate in 1998, widely regarded as a good year for hot naked women – certainly on par with ’97 & ’99. True halcyon days.

Being a Playmate is just dandy but we issue no waivers here.

TDT’s Committee of Standards, as rigorous and fussy as ever, needed to ensure that indeed the ass checks out…

So be it.

As a small-town girl in Sawyer, Michigan, Karen McDougal was a tomboy until a late-teens growth spurt turned her into a beauty queen.

This Karen McDougal. She has a unique way of catching crabs.

Unfortunately Google Image Search can’t read minds.

Apparently there’s more than one nude Karen McDougal out there…

So I took Jan & Feb off.

Large shook me from my doldrums.

Tomorrow on @BarstoolRadio, I'm gonna have NYC blogging legend Large from Take A Report in studio. If you were in New York back in the early days of blogs popping up, you remember Large. One of the best to ever do it.

— KFC (@KFCBarstool) February 14, 2018

Bat bongos.

Why, hello.

Healthy attitude.

Tussle ensues.

Renegade.

Highly prized.

Fin.

Sad to announce the passing of two-time All-Jergens porn star, Olivia Nova.

Directors respected her for being upfront about her stats and her wont’s.

Christmas can a lonely time for porn stars – because, let’s be frank, porn stars and family gatherings don’t mix – particularly at their own.

Wishing I reached out to her over Christmas. The lonely always send nudes.

Really dropped the ball on that.

Ever the professional, she looked good – but older than 20. More like 30. The D will age a gal.

Even though I never heard of her, I will miss Olivia now that she’s gone because she was hot.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Olivia, and take this final farewell report.

Brace yourself because we’re about to go deeper than a visit to Dr. Melfi’s couch.

My Sicilian grandma left me with more than fond memories of her pasta fazoo; I trace it directly to her lineage that duskied mi dong. It’s like she’s winking at me every time I catch a glimpse of my swarthy and humble hawg.

But there’s great news. Believe it or not, I can recolor my meat wand to a fine pinkish hue; a cheerful blush that at once women crave and men admire.

Can’t wait to show the porterhouse.