Oh say, can you see KC?

Oh say, can you see KC?
Howard Stern fans have wondered for some time what prompted the departure of KC Armstrong--the world’s most often accused of homo-itis Associate Producer--from the ranks of our favorite radio show. The King of All Media himself has declared that “it’s KC’s story to tell,” and some clues may come in the form of the ex-wrestler-turned-shirtless-sleepwalker’s new DVD, Die Laughing. Or maybe not. KC’s official site declares of the disc: “All the filth, anger, confusion, rage, disgusting acts, rudeness, immaturity, spelling mistakes and naked men, women he hates, tits, shit, shitting on tits, throwing shit at tits, farting on people, burping in public.” What--you’re still reading this? Order yours now. Die Laughing or die trying.

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Geeks and Teats
SexyFandom.com blends sci-fi with sex-fiendism in a manner that would make more than Mr. Spock’s ears pointy. Jack in, for example, to their recent collection of (barely) costumed honeys at a video-game convention. Yes, that is a phaser in our pants, but we’re also just happy to see them.

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The Devil, you lay?
Billing itself as an online resource for the self-indulgent, ilovethedevil.com provides a nifty gateway (down) to materials that coax boners while simultaneously conjuring Beelzebub. Go get horned up.

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They lick together.
We tried, hard, to resist joining the gonzoid girl-girl gash-bash We Live Together, in which honey-hole-hungry hottie roommates allegedly scope the neighborhood for other luscious labe-lappers to join them in the sack. We tried and failed. Blissfully.

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Water and Power--that’s where it’s at!
Thank you, Fleshbot, for directing us to the most important literary release since Mr. Skin’s Skincyclopedia. We’re talking Erotica Enema Book: The Enema as Erotic Art and Its History by David Barton Jay. And while we’re at it, let’s thank Pimpadelic Wonderland for peddling the uncut version of the ’70s XXX classic Pretty Peaches, which features deliriously delectable Desiree Costeau power-booting soapy backwash from her crap-canal. And big, lubed tubes up, as well, to Alpha Blue Archives for flushing Water Power, cinema’s all-time heaviest invocation of brown magic, back onto the market place for colonic consumption as part of their Shaun Costello DVD Collection.