We will show them

Russian chick is putting dirty men on notice – stop the harrassment.

Make sure it checks out, but stop the harassment. Apparently her movement is spreading.

Hopefully Kevin Spacey is paying attention – that drunken homo got unga bunga off me. Thought I was gonna get a big part but all I got was AIDS. Frank Underpants he called himself. Jerk.

Monster Meat on Friday

This site is haunted. Don’t be scared. We’ll split up into groups, tie on our feedbags, and meet back at the van by sundown.

Peek Freans

Steak Tips

Floutas

Meat Crêpe

Kebabs

London Broil

Porterhouse

Romanian Steak

Witches Brew

Bon appetite los animales!

Missing Hef more than ever

TDT remains an old-fashioned institution. Consider this a pre-emptive auto-rejection.

There will be no review of Mr. November’s backside, for there is nothing to verify here. There will be no consideration for Miss TDT status, no invite to the Christmas party.

Note: I said nothing about the afterparty. I am told Mr. November and Weinstein have both RSVP’d. Typically we discard our party slacks and socialize in our briefs. That’s about all I am at liberty to say right now.

Oh, yes. I remember it well.

We had her in to read for the lead in the ill-fated, TDT produced “My Body, My Gerbil” – an ambitious and much ballyhooed avant-garde arthouse picture that ultimately failed because there was no script or camera.

Nobody knew what was going on – yet it hardly mattered. We were all carefree back then.

Everything was clicking – her ass even checked out.

Jlaw stood up to the most rigorous of testing.

That script is lying around somewhere. Gotta find it, it’s really good.