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‘Dreamy McMug’ Headed for Dogfart?

Have you seen this man?

Chances are, you’ve seen his face popping up all over the Internet after Stockton PD posted his mug shot to their Facebook page after the man, Jeremy Meeks, was picked up on weapons and gang charges in mid-June. The Facebook photo quickly racked up more than 33,000 “likes” with netizens apparently finding much to admire about the chiseled jaw, high cheek bones, tattooed neck and steely blue eyes of the convicted felon. Picked up as part of Operation Ceasefire, designed to slow the Stockton area’s recent rise in shootings and armed robberies, Mr. Meeks is now being held on $900,000 bail and is facing severe jail time – but, as always, there’s a silver lining: porn!

After Los Angeles modeling agency Blaze Modelz has offered Meeks a management contract that Blaze claims could net him a breezy $15-to-$30,000 a month. Unfortunately for Blaze, this particular bad boy also received an offer from a film production company, a $100,000 performance contract that would only require Meeks to turn up and shoot two scenes each month. The catch? The company is Dogfart, the infamous purveyors of interracial porn and creators of such porno properties as Watching My Mom Go Black and Interracial Blowbang and one of the most notorious production houses in all of adult entertainment.

“We think Jeremy’s look is absolutely perfect for our network and would love for him to consider our offer in becoming Dogfart’s first male contract performer,” a Dogfart spokesperson told AVN. Although Meeks is rumored to have snatched up his offer of mainstream modeling work (dependent, of course, on his freedom from incarceration), Dogfart’s offer not only has a higher dollar figure than the “straight” gig, but could see Meeks extend his newfound fame to an audience of porn-loving women; or, conversely, he could bring a huge new audience to porn. “This is a great opportunity for Jeremy… a great salary and a new start for him to help provide for his family.” Dogfart’s spokesperson boasted, omitting the benefits his company would reap. “The women of the world want to see him, shirt off and balls deep, and we are ready to make the dreams of hundreds of thousands of horny women and one man looking for a new start come true.”

Hah! And they say The American Dream™ is dead!

Bing the Porn Search King!

Google. Google. Google. That’s all you fucking hear these days. You ask some local buddy with decent taste if they can recommend a restaurant and they grab their phone, start typing, then regurgitate some shit spat out by the net’s most beloved search engine without even checking to see if it’s worthwhile. Pretty much the only time most Internet users believe Google to be anything other than a lifeline connecting them to the very fabric of the modern world is when it comes to porn. Look up some porn on Google and let me know if you find anything worthwhile. Yes, I’ll wait.

“Sunny Lane blowjob pov” typed into Google and Bing’s respective search fields (with SafeSearch turned completely off) saw results that are definitely not as similar as one might assume. Google returned results in a text-only mess of links to illegal tube sites with brief low quality videos. Bing, on the other hand, included a few such tube sites but also returned in second position a direct link to Sunny’s official website, home to high-quality photos and HD videos. The most pleasing element of Bing’s returned search results, though, is the use of images. Links to video streams, official previews and trailers, and online galleries are offered in thumbnail form. These small pics are pixilated for censorship reasons, yes, but once SafeSearch is disabled, you’re led to a tantalizing menu of Sunny’s best work. Google, on the other hand, returned its results as text links and, when Google Images and Google Video results were selected, we found not the useful graphic links to actual content provided by Bing, but image links leading to pop-ups, advertising barrages, and dead pages. Hardly the stellar work we’ve come to expect from the world’s leading search engine. But then, back in 2012 Google altered its search algorithms to filter out explicit content the company claims might not be the intended result of the search. (Searching “boobs” gets you clothed breasts; more specifically, “hot sexy naked boobs tits fuck” gets you nudity.) Search for simplified sexual terms at Bing, however, and your results are much easier on the eye. See?

And, if this gif by Redditor is on the right track, Bing might also be a workplace built on communal expressions of sexual pleasure, which would make their fondness for – or at least acceptance of – pornographic material that much more of a relief. It’s conjecture that suggests Bing’s employees are, after all, just wankers like us.

My Special Wartime Buddy

Americans love their war heroes. If you don’t, maybe you’re not really an American! Our veterans left their homes and families (and, in many cases, a poverty-stricken future) to fight on the front lines in the battle for peace and global supremacy, many of them losing life or limb in the unbelievably brutal process. Still, love them dearly though we may, there’s plenty left unrevealed about The Greatest Generation… like how great their asses were.

In commemoration of the 70th anniversary of D-Day, Taschen Books has announced the September 2014 release of ‘My Buddy: World War II Laid Bare’, a collection of more than 500 photographs sourced and compiled by Los Angeles photographer Michael Stokes. Edited by noted men’s magazine producer and Taschen veteran Dian Hanson, My Buddy depicts the close relationships formed under the barrage of artillery fire. As encouraged by their commanding officers, ground troops formed “buddy” relationships with each other that ensured they had someone to rely on for emotional support. In times of great, even inhuman stress, playtime is usually a gosh darn riot! And, when your playmates are all strapping young 18, 19, 20-year-old fellas fighting for home and country, it’s pretty easy on the eyes too.

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In his introduction, ex-Marine and author of Hollywood sexploit memoir Full Service, Scotty Bowers, lays it out in its most basic terms: “You close your eyes for a little bit, but don’t really sleep. It’s raining. You’re wet and it rains, frankly, every day and every night. Some guys huddle together, some don’t, but this is when the buddy bonding starts. You need somebody you can depend on, and they can depend on you. You can tell the type of buddy that you’d want to be with in a foxhole: Someone who is on the ball. Someone who’s not going to get upset and nervous.”

Eschewing the combat photography that has become a staple of WWII tributes and remembrances in favor of showing what a grunt’s downtime might involve – communal bathing, sandy oceanside frolicking, makeshift mountaintop showers, impromptu beefcake shoots on equipment cases, naked rainforest romps during the Guadalcanal campaign, and just plain ol’ semi-naked hand-holding – My Buddy aims to shed a little light on the underreported romances (platonic or otherwise) that spring up where you might least (or most, depending on your perspective on men-in-uniform) expect it: the trenches of War World II.

R.I.P. Billy Glide: Snakebite or Otherwise

Male adult performers don’t seem to care to compare themselves and their penises to each others’. When you’re one of porn’s premiere studs, I suppose an extra inch doesn’t matter all that much. The fans that so fervently (and totally not homoerotically at all) discuss the size of porno dick usually only focus on length, even though it is reportedly girth that makes the most difference in sensation for the woman. If penile girth was included in such discussions, porn fans around the world would be very emotional right now, grieving for the loss of one of porn’s thickest and most reliable men.

Billy Glide, born Tad Nolen in 1970, began his career in adult entertainment in his twenty-fifth year and promptly caused his female co-stars to quiver in excitement. It wasn’t just his impressive wang that got Glide hired by top producers for almost twenty years; his masculine charm, his intelligence, his diligent work ethic and good humor all helped earn Glide a reputation as one of porn’s “nice guys” even when co-stars cursed and resisted his engorged appendage. Reportedly passing away from an untreated rattlesnake bite, Glide was later said to have died from a suspected drug overdose on May 25th at his home in Huntington Beach, California. While the rumor mill continues to churn and personal recollections of time spent in the company of the deceased, we at Mr. Pink’s simply ask you, our devoted readers, to pay your respects to Tad Nolen in a few of his many sterling performances for Naughty America, Brazzers, and Bang Bros, as the irrepressible, the irreplaceable Billy Glide.