![]() |
|
erotica ![]() ![]() lifestyles ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() features ![]() ![]() ![]() eros bits ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() events ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() eros photo classified ads about eros ezine daily cartoon select different zine:
![]()
|
![]() "Spongeworthy" once again Ahh, 1995. It was a simpler time, an era of innocence. Clinton was in office, and the heady fragrance of opportunity hung in the air like the smell of a brand new SUV, or a soiled cigar. ![]() Yes, the Today sponge. You may have forgotten it, but it was a great little device, especially for women who have a bad reaction to the Pill. Once inserted into the vagina, it was capable of shooting down potentially disastrous sperm cells with more accuracy than a Patriot missile. (And thank god for that.) It was a nice option for monogamous couples whose commitment would allow for abandoning the dreaded condom. For single women, the combination of the sponge and a condom provided extra security, provided the prospective date was deemed spongeworthy, of course. Then, suddenly the Today sponge was gone. Its manufacturer, refusing the upgrade its factory's standards, discontinued the product. A nation mourned. But now the dark ages are over, and the Today sponge is set to return, thanks to Allendale Pharmaceuticals, which has bought rights to the Today Sponge from the drug company that discontinued it. The New Jersey startup began selling it this month through two Canadian Internet sites. A new wave of sponges, priced at the U.S. equivalent of about $2.90 each, is set to hit shelves at 4,000 pharmacies, Wal-Marts and other stores across Canada. Allendale is hoping for Food and Drug Administration approval to sell them in U.S. stores within a year. Shit, between the sponges and their attitude toward pot decriminalization, I may just have to head up north to see what it's all aboot. I always did like Rush… A bad (hay)seed She's 17, blonde, and bad to the bone. Unfortunately, not bad meaning good, but bad meaning bad. In the land of cereal (Battle Creek, MI), jailbait psychopath Amber Jo Sours is now in jail herself, charged last week with a felony for having unprotected sex with at least four men and not telling them she is infected with AIDS. According to reports, Sours laughed in court when the charges were read. Sours, a veteran of the juvenile court system, was charged under a 1998 law passed in Michigan by which it is a felony for individuals who know they are HIV-positive or have full-blown AIDS to have sex without informing partners of their health status. One of the men who have admitted to having sex with Sours 25 times between the months of September and December last year has been tested negative, but will continue to be tested for months to come. The men told police they knew Sours was ill, but thought she had cancer. Wow, how's that for home care? Sheesh… While the felony carries with it a maximum sentence of four years, prosecutors have said it is unlikely Sours will serve any jail time, due to the fact she has no criminal record. As much as I'd like to give in to the urge to completely vilify this teen trollop (you mean you already haven't, you might ask), a source quoted by a local paper says that Sours has had a hard life. Indeed, she was only a child herself when she gave birth at the age of 12. Ugh. Of baked beans and foot fetishes Well, who hasn't been turned on by a can of Heinz beans? Fans of Splosh! can certainly relate to the scene in Ken Russell's film adaptation of The Who's Tommy, when Ann Margaret frolics about in a sea of the tasty tinned treat. That and some chips 'n' sausage'd make a fine English breakfast, I'd wager. ![]() A young female assistant shopkeeper in Edinburgh was the victim of, erm, some kind of crime I'm sure, when she allowed a man to slather her feet in baked beans and syrup and take a variety of photographs. According to the woman in her 20s, the suspect said he was raising money for the charity Comic Relief when he asked her to lie back with her eyes closed as he smeared her feet with the goopy items. He then had her try to identify what they were. Yes, it does all sound a bit daft, but the girl's heart was in the right place… even if her brain wasn't. It wasn't until later that evening, when her friends informed her the guy must have been a "total weirdo," that the woman informed police of the affair. Hmm, sounds suspicious to me. Methinks our damsel in de sauce might be a closet splosher…
|
![]() ![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() |