Part II dives into black-budget ops like “Operation MOANARCH,” the CIA’s investment in sexual misinformation, and Pepsi’s creepy Super Bowl ad…
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The G-Spot Conspiracy: Part I — The Myth Unveiled
What if everything we’ve been told about The G-Spot is a lie? Forget fingers and friction — the true key to female pleasure has been hidden in plain sight all along. Welcome to the conspiracy…
Girls Who Fuck Guys with Three Dicks
We popped in the first disc. A grainy, zero-budget title card appeared: “Girls Who Fuck Guys With Three Dicks” — no music, no intro, no credits. But who needed any of that, anyway? It looked like something edited on a camcorder in someone’s garage and that was the beauty of it…
The Stroke of Nations
An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of Global Jerkography and the Varied Customs of Manual Pleasure as Observed Across Cultures, Continents, and Coordinates…
Dung-Fu: Path of Brown Lotus
This is the story of a man who faced his darkness, clenched through adversity, and discovered enlightenment—not in a temple, but on the toilet. This is not merely a tale of digestion. This is a guide. A parable. A movement. A story of struggle, surrender, and the sacred art of letting go…
Wacky Pope Natural Gender-Confirming Vatican Estercoraria Chairs!
We interrupt your regularly scheduled pornography to bring you news of a dead Pope and to pop your estercoraria cherry with estercoraria chairs so gender-confirming, your pronouns will beg for mercy!
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Her Tiny Hole Was So Tight, Her Grandpa Couldn’t Get His Finger Out!
It was a Saturday afternoon like any other—until Grandpa ended up stuck in Little Maria’s tiny hole…
Love At The Bottom of The Barrel
Turns out she was just another in the long line of daddy-wound darlings who come limping into my life looking for a soft place to land. The kind of girls who mistake chaos for charisma, who think emotional unavailability is just another flavor of mystery. And I saw it coming. Hell, I practically handed her the red flags myself…
MPDG 101: How to Be the Manic Pixie Dream Girl Every Guy Wants
I didn’t set out to write a guide to the Manic Pixie Dream Girl — hell, I didn’t even know what one was until she showed up in my life like a fever dream in fishnets, wrecked everything I believed about love, and left me sobbing to The Cure in a hotel bathtub. Twice.
Christ Has Raisin: The Mystery of the Messiah’s Mutilated Morsel
Somewhere between Bethlehem and bullshit lies the single greatest relic Christianity ever had the gall to bless: the foreskin of Jesus Christ. Yeah, you read that right. Not the cross. Not the shroud. Not the chalice. We’re talkin’ about His divine dick trimmings…