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MOVIES # 4 BB's
by BBJane Hudson

The Church may say, jouasse is not always to be married. And forget about hypocrites ... You know many people who divorce in excess of marital harmony, you ...? Take
poor Lorna, for example ... Do you think her husband had thought for a moment to offer him a shadow of a gift anniversary of their wedding? Do you think the idea of a memorial to him or just come to mind? ...
You will retort that the good guy has other concerns, such as boiling in the pot worked like a negro (.. forgiveness, an African American ...) in a salt mine lost in the middle of nowhere . But if you go this argument is that you've already seen the film, which makes my guidebook perfectly superfluous. So many ask me right away to stop my verbiage and go to extract directo - I will not, by dedication. We must justify my lack of compensation for writing this blog by a minimum filling no? ...

So Lorna is very unhappy (like a multitude of wives that I urge vigorously to break the sacred bond of marida to kiss folded or transferring Lesbiche cutlets, and give meaning to the struggle of their elders for sexual liberation - close the parentheses ...)
Her husband, Lorna, was filled in to become head nerd, resuming his studies. Result, at a time when couples happily galipettent normal in the privacy of their sheets tangled in so hard, it's stupidly potash during the light a lamp, as the first bachelor course.
Worse, when the sighs of her half the incentive to leave the nose of his books (and the Popaul Calbut), it is a distressing timidity, more timid than a chaste virgin (redundant) to chapped lips before the father's Rocco Siffredi ... (Or Ron Jeremy's father for older (s) of you ...) (or Jason Hawke for the craziest ...)

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Full of despair and cherry on the cake: the little frisky husband turns out to be what the Germans call "ein frühzeitig ejakuliert" (not very sure of the translation ... Maybe the friend Kranzler he may rectify ?...), and The English named it "a premature ejaculator" (it has more mouths because it rhymes with "Terminator", but should not rely on British endings), you would have understood with holy horror: "A premature ejaculation" .
What solutions are available so our hapless Lorna? I offer you three, giving you the care of scratching both useless
1) Take your troubles patiently, that cross his legs, counting sheep, loved to do as Joan of Arc before stitching drive the Angliches outside France.
2) Take her legs around his neck, uncomfortable gymnastics forced to move by jumping on the Derg, and does not usually lead off.
3) Take a lover, taking care to choose more efficient than your self, if not all stick with option number 1, which has the double advantage of avoiding a fractured tailbone while you can optionally burn Rouen boards ...

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Lorna is not the most famous films of Russ Meyer (in France, at least, where he was subtly renamed Lorna, the incarnation of desire ), but he made a splash when it debuted in the States (in 1964, is to words "within 7 before BBJane"), and changed the face of cinema sexploitation.
MEYER, rightly regarded as the "Pope of Big Tits', appears here surprisingly chaste, and sign a Southern melodrama rather than atmospheric boring porn (you might say a porn movie is often [b ] anal, so it's still a quasi-tautology). One meets only two female characters, the first ( Althea CURRIER ) is indistinguishable from a chest exorbitant. The interpreter is much better Lorna lo (lo) tie, although far removed from freaks overbust will exhibit the filmmaker in his films of the 70s ( Supervixen , Megavixens , Ultra Vixens ).

Note that the actress Lorna MAITLAND, has the same name as his character, which can be explained by the fact that she is blond: MEYER doubtless feared it omitted to say his lines if its partners called Mildred, or Aglae Samantha ...
On this, remember that the world belongs to those who go to bed warm, and as I always say: think about it twice before letting you slide your finger into the ring ...

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SILENCE! The

by Valentine Deluxe

But what he could to smoke, Ken Russell, the time of its rich hours??
No, because if ever there was still a bit at the bottom of a pot, I will try!
I will not give you the wrong of you remember who was Ken Russell, because if you came here rather than specifically on the blog fans Farm Celebrities , it should not be solely due to chance Bl ... At most I can make you salivate by telling you that Mister Russell is the father of today's work explored by your hostess for the opening of its new heading.
If by chance I ventured to attempt a succinct synopsis of what follows, you have some serious reservations about my sanity, and I suspect to be as dry as the urine adulterated with a yellow jersey Festina.
So, if I may, let me take this opportunity to slip finely title of my new category:
I'd rather not tell you!

Ken Russell (who did not have done that smoking ...)

In fact, I forbid you blow example in passing that we will discover here an excerpt from a musical biography of Franz Liszt . I do not want to see you running away from my inaugural stammers, afraid to find yourself trapped in front of something as academic and drape that Amadeus Milos Forman of !

... but I'd rather not tell you!

Yes, I know, the little treachery launched against Mr. Forman with the air not to touch, is a meanness of all that is more free, but what do you want? I love to speak ill of the movies that everyone worships ...
Next time I gat Circle of Dead Poets ! ... How does "no cap '??
Anyway, as so aptly WC FIELDS , "someone who does not like children, Small dogs and the Circle of Dead Poets can not be all bad " ...

Seeing you run away to face the horrifying prospect of being stuck at the monument of respectability aforementioned Oscar winner, I could reassure you and arouse your curiosity in you throwing , nonchalantly, in the biopic that he is talking about, Franz Liszt, played by Roger Daltrey , His Holiness Pope by none other than Ringo STARR , and Richard Wagner is depicted literally as a horrible vampire canines slender, straight out of a film from Hammer.
But no, I tell you that ...

... I'd rather not tell you!

Yes, but then, how to attract customers to my shop if I do not do the article?
Finally, my kittens! you can imagine that "aphasic Valentine", it's been a fundamental contradiction in the words! The Deluxe
same effects without bragging? ... I'd rather hang myself! ...
So even if I give you to describe the specific context of the exhibit that you will be presented as a bouquet inaugural, we note in passing that, like a hawker on a provincial market you extolling the benefits of a miracle stain remover or a battery of non-stick pans, I still have managed to flog 2646 characters to say nothing!
Also, it is high time to get into the thick of things (although I prefer not tell you! )

So in this new column , no plume of old glories naphtalinées, or good manners tartignoles - no! ...
Place the monstrous, the excessive screaming, bad taste proudly served in the "ever more, ever further, to too much claimed as one of the Fine Arts.
Having seen how I could have whet your appetite with libidinous my column on "the art sent in the air with panache " I'm sure it is not in your rank will rise as new armies ready sanctimonious righteous crusade against the decline of traditional values.
But obviously you do not know yet what you agree ... So do not come cries of frightened rosieres whether in these chronic slip surreptitiously left, right and middle, horrible coitus cattle of the welter of wild orgies, orgies and depravity, of Niagara fuck sticky, even the prostitute of Babylon tour in Sodom and Gomorrah ...
Finally, in short: the triumvirate "cock-tit-testicle" in all its glory, what!
is clear to everyone? ... Do not bother to come and complain AFTER!
Well, the children are asleep? we are ready?
So to find Following the first pearl of my new necklace, which reminds me in passing that old adage-eyed, common sense
"It is not those who have the biggest ears that hear the better. "

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THE BB'S HORROR PICTURE SHOW # 4
by BBJane Hudson

Faith moves mountains, so far as they say. I want my n'veu! Even that is not the only miracle that she is capable. In 1972, for example, she brought forth a small harmonium sound of an entire orchestra pop, under the fingers and diligent ecstatic ex-wife of David Lean . It's a corner you in the mouth, right? And even if you're a bit dyslexic, that you can fold a boin, if you Coubertin choin one (which is more pleasant than it coinche a bit ...)
The miracle happened twice in the owl film Robert Hartford-Davies , my brethren Beware, a work so touched by the grace she has two other Christian names: Beware of the Brethren (that's a hell distingo!) and The Fiend! ...
(For those who wonder what may well be damned "Brethren, be aware that this is not a variation of the pastry-autricho Alsatian who nearly choking to destroy Bush's son during a football game in 2002, but simply "brothers" from any one community, 'brothers', whatever, but in Old English, archaic, dusty and slightly digger.)

This is not a brethren

In a church
secret and unorthodox located in the basement of a charming British Ms. TODD (Ann's first name, which makes it a common point - the "e" in less - with Ms. Sylvester - the singer, not the wife of Sylvester Titi) welcomes the congregation of strongly lit "imbiblés" you will discover, if you dare, in the following video (a few centimeters below). The master of ceremonies, chief guru of the brotherhood of sniffers censers, none other than good old crackpot of Patrick MAGEE, one of my favorite English actors in 2000 since I was a little kid (that ie for 39 years and almost 5 months), which was, remember, on Mr. Alexander of Clockwork Orange, one Malcolm McDOWELL beating up happily make up a paraplegic, who took revenge a few months later, forcing the bastard droogy listen to Beethoven's 9th of full tube closely padlocked room.

Patrick Magee in A Clockwork Orange

Patrick Magee, specialist roles as villains wearing demented Leo FERRE , was also a spiritualist shaggy eyebrows who recorded deaths in the cemeteries placing a microphone on their graves in The Black Cat of Lucio Fulci . He was also the innkeeper ghoul who frightened Stuart Whitman in the last sketch Club Monsters of Roy Ward Baker , a film I've seen 38 times and is the first that my younger sister (author of a book namesake) be ironed every time she moves into a new house (she should see him again for the fourth time at the end of the month). He was also the perverse nobliau threw his glass of red wine at the mouth of a ballerina in dwarf The Masque of the Red Death of Roger Corman ... It was More ... well, I stop there ...
It was above all a great actor but monstrously alcohol, which makes him something in common with Richard Burton and BBJane HUDSON , which caused many troubles to its directors at the end of his career, but good. ..

So Beware My Brethren - which, like any good horror movie English seventies, is still unpublished in France - shows us a small organ can produce as much fuss as the Big Bazaar in full force, as long as you put it a little excitement.
In the extract that is closer to your peepers with fever, you'll see that there are many other things in this film as an unfortunate unknown pursued by a psychopath anonymous, who did not stay long, anonymous, given that you learn very quickly that he is the son of Mrs. TODD, maddened by the fanaticism of his wrinkly and the organ-vacarmaüm asmique of his instrument. (Yes. .. I know ... another terrible mother ... I did not do, is it in the cinema ... Camp)
You will also attend the baptismal immersion of a kind little blonde by the old drunkard of MAGEE, which should trigger the wrath of all the leagues anti-pedophile who frequent this blog, and please those who, like your servant have the ideas particularly misplaced, and to discern moving reports erastes eromene and grimacing each time a greybeard approaches a shrimp ...
Go! Jacta enough! ...
Drop to open the sockets, bands of zealots! ...
And good Lord's Day ...

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GOOD ADVICE FOR VALENTINE # 6
by Valentine Deluxe

Good ways, knitting, old glories discomfited and Mother's Day, it's all very pretty, it may even help to shine in society (well, it all depends on who serves you audience), but spring s Installing it, our hormones take a hit, and it is as it were a little restless on the side of glands at the moment.
So dégrafons our bodices, and allow ourselves to slip gently into the land over to us deliquescent silt in a merry pure and simple with the tip of the day:

"How to get laid with panache

PANACHE: the key word Valentine!

"Aaaaaaaaah ... "I hear you sigh like animals in heat in front of your computer screen, you're wriggling of lustful expectation.
And as I understand you! Because it was nice to be a Grande Dame, it is no less a being of flesh and blood. We have needs, desires, and genital cumbersome paraphernalia that wakes up from time to time and requires minimal maintenance but necessary every 2000 kms.
Also, let us quickly to discover a wonderful place where found the answer to the more variegated issues of the day: City of Domes
!

You can always start your GPS z'êtes not going to do, because first, it's lost somewhere in the suburb of Washington DC, and deuzio, you will make a small step forward on the time scale ... Oh, next to nothing! A trifle! Just what you project in the year 2274 ... Built in
funny cheese covers cyclopean proportions, are supposed to protect from exhaust air and contaminated nature of a torn one dare too wonder what cataclysm of human origin, the City offers in question first, before our very eyes, an architecture "futuristic", combining a Marina Baie des Anges and hypermarket in the suburbs, as it was imagined in the last century, and as we could dream when the 2000 was still a symbol conducive to the wildest utopian fantasies.

Once Inside, glare continues, because the place offers the best of the best modern comfort question : Water and gas on all floors, escalators galore (just to make his Gloria Swanson 23rd century), plastic surgeons wazoo while dashing in their fine silver combinations of the most beautiful effect, loans to remake the face so you Farah Fawcett-MAJORS three strokes of the knife-laser baisodromes of the size of a football stadium, the multicolored schnouf galore, and get laid with panache (since that's why we're here, if you've followed since the beginning) there ... (ra-ta-ta-tam):
THE CAROUSEL!

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carousel A carousel when I was a kid, it was something that could be found in every (good) village festivals, among "Fishing for Ducks" and "Ice Palace".
It turned to the speed of a snap disk, and it was lovingly garnished with Bambi plastic, mounted on small aircraft hydraulic pistons, fire trucks, coaches or real princess pink ... - I could go, and more fluoro.
(Needless to say in passing that your Valentine Never choose the fire truck!)
As we were simple people, in those distant times where there was no DVD, no Nintendo-DS, or web! ... The mere asking our August butt on one of these trinkets to flit for 3 minutes flat while trying to catch the tassel swinging after a big balloon colorful, "that filled us with joy nothing qu'orgasmique less!

Valentine (left), nostalgic, most will not catch the floss ...

carousel City of Domes, right, and much more.
In an arena such as "Formica coliseum" comes a wonderful parade of cheerleaders of both sexes, proudly wearing masks such as "Friday the 13th" the most beautiful effect.
And if they were dressed in their finery - a splendid combination of figure skating in lycra zebra! - Is that time of renewal to come.
monumental scam, which the viewer the slowest of mind have guessed three hours before the protagonist of the story that interests us here (well, okay, it's true that Michael YORK Nor the head of a Nobel Prize quantum physics, m'enfin anyway!), the Renewal in question affects every resident of the City, whose crystal shining in the hollow of their palms, relentless clock, just turn red on the day of their thirtieth anniversary
Both you say that the author of these lines have already been "renewed" for a lease!

Michael YORK, Before and now

And here they are entering our famous carousel, determined to get laid to the cheers of a motley crowd, dressed like a Norwegian group a song contest at the time, I will not name to prevent the lawyers from ABBA me fall on the saddle.
But a little clip worth a thousand words, up to the show!

Oops ... Sorry, I forgot ... one last word: If
there in the audience for whom "get laid" is still synonymous with being shabbily stumble over the entire back seat of an old Skoda lousy decommissioned, open your peepers and take a good lesson ... DE?? ... FROM PANACHE! (Bravo, a good place for those who follow ...)

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A Cop Patrick Dewolf, photo shoot. Bernard Barbereau credit

First, an exclusive photo of the telefilm A Cop Patrick Dewolf in which I play the role of Gloria, a daughter of the night, which has a show every night at a club in

Paris. I have the opportunity in this role to a play back on one of my songs, disoriented, from my third album Life truant, and was chosen by the production. The difference is amazing! But no, unfortunately that is not my new outfit scene gentlemen, sorry:) I am not yet the new Belgian Mylène Farmer. He would first take that I qq dance class:) The stripper is behind me (I do not have his correct name, I'm about to try to find it but when I I ' added) was really very impressed by his professionalism. She danced on the bar, slicing through the air like a feather but with the strength of a girl who knows what she wants in her head and her body.

Beside, I write a lot right now ...

Writing for me is like breathing deeply. Take time to get back to listening to the world of others. Writing is a lonely but open, stimulating. Headlock too. I feel that the days are never long enough when I write. And then the writing is tyrannical, she wants exclusivity. When I have the misfortune to have something else in the day, she is capricious and breath's inspiration does not come. Of stay at home.

So it annoys me.

And I type on my keyboard harder hoping to wake.

stronger. Even stronger. But she seems to sleep deeply vicious.

I end up going out, watching the sky, think of something else. If nothing comes. I take more administrative activities, technical or family if it is time! Abandoned the idea of a song. It gives me no choice. Life is taking its course. One hour password. in a corner of my head but the machine does not stop. The sentences run in all directions.

With shock and provoke.

Suddenly, it happens. Just when I'm in the store parmesan:)

I ran into my office, my computer turns on. As always, she tumbled down without warning messed up all my plans before a relaxing evening series (Weeds), a good book (a biography of Oona Chaplin) or a glass of wine on the terrace.

But it is there. I am glad to feel close to me.

A verse arrives, refined. A chorus too. I need to test it quickly to see what happens. I turn on my computer music, my protools and throws me in the vote. I love that moment where everything seethes in you ...

A song is being born. I am alone in my apartment, it was not planned.

Before my two comp, I look up. 11:45 p.m. already!

Damn, I thought that just work an hour ....