| Movies:  This is the best frame I have seen from
            The Good Girl. In 
            fact, I've been through that DVD looking for a frame like this that 
            I could make this big, and couldn't find one. It's not a fake. I found the same frame - right here - but I 
            couldn't get it to look good with that much size and that much 
            saturation, so props to the job "dmac" did in assembling it for our eyes.   Updates:  
              new volumes for: Rochelle Swanson, Julie K 
              Smith, Brinke Stevens   Other crap: 
              
              
              Imagine Entertainment (Ron Howard!) will make a feature 
              documentary on the cultural impact of the 1972 porn film "Deep 
              Throat." It is still considered by some to be the most 
              profitable movie ever made. Costing twenty five thousand bucks, it 
              reportedly grossed $600 million world wide - equivalent to much 
              more more than a billion of today's dollars.
              
              2002: The year in quotations
              
              Winnipeg man officially becomes the most pierced person.  
              His parents must be proud
              Veteran actor Richard Chamberlain is outing himself as gay in his 
              autobiography. I can't say this is a big surprise.
              Madonna's new album is unreleaseable, and must be re-recorded. I 
              can't say this is a big surprise eithermore 
              copycat recipesTime Magazine picks the
              
              top 10 films of 2002. Their two critics agreed on Almodovar's 
              Talk to Her, which I haven't seen. Surprisingly, they chose The 
              Hours, not Swept Away, as the worst film of the year! "For 
              its high-falutin' literary manner, for its eager embrace of 
              politically and socially correct attitudes, for its breathless 
              belief in its own significance, for its sentimental approach to 
              female victimization, for the pretentiousness and torpor of its 
              structure, The Hours takes the prize." very useful site - 
              pollingreport.com - summarizes and archives major polls 
              (Gallup, Princeton, ABC, etc) on major subjects of public 
              interest   Mailbox:   Hi Scoop/Junior,
 My pc is still in the shop (actually I'm the "shop" and I haven't 
            finished).  Last night, while watching "Hidden Hills" on NBC, I 
            noticed that Paula Marshall (http://us.imdb.com/Name?Marshall,%20Paula) 
            had a scene where she pulls up her shirt and shows her tits at a Def 
            Leppard concert. Using my TiVo, I see she really DID show her 
            breasts. Since my PC is in the shop, I can't cap this. Can you post 
            this to the mailbag?  I will save this on my TiVo and cap it 
            later if no one else does.
 
 Thanks much,  DeafBeer
 
 
 Scoop- Just a heads up for fans of Kitana Baker, the brunette 
            Miller Lite wrestling babe.  She's in an episode of Playboy's Sexy 
            Girls Next Door entitled, according to the TiVo guide data, "Ring My 
            Bell."  The beginning of the show, though, it seemed to be actually 
            entitled "Sexy Girls Take Over Hollywood."  According to TiVo "Ring 
            My Bell will next be aired on the Playboy channel Friday @ 7amET and 7pm ET.  As they say, though, check your local listings.
 
 
 Scoop - Stefania Sandrelli is one of those big breasted, nice 
            assed, great looking Italian actresses. In the "Naked Encyclopædia", 
            in the last section, "poses",  frame # 2 is actually taken from her 
            movie "La disubbidienza" ("Disobedience"), an obscure flick by Aldo 
            Largo (1981), I had never heard of, but which, according IMDB, stars 
            Teresa Ann Savoy, of "Caligula" fame, so that it might be 
            interesting.  
 Scoop says: Thanks for the info! I'm sure that 
            the Encyclopedia entries only scratch the surface of her screen 
            career.  She has made movies for 42 years, and was still doing 
            a little bit of nudity as late as 1996, 35 years into her career.
 
   
              Scoop. Re: bawdy verse. Scotland's national 
              poet, Robert Burns (whose birthday is next week on Jan 25), apart 
              from his own beautiful writings, anthologised bawdy verse back in 
              the late 1700s. The attached song/poem 'The Plenipotentiary' is 
              the king of them all.  In the original published version (yes, it 
              is published - a friend of mine has a copy of the book), the 
              'naughty' words were omitted with only the first letter of each 
              shown.  The words in red in the poem are my interpretation of what 
              the words should be, but I could be wrong. It would be a mighty 
              tribute to the great bard to publish this on his birthday. Scoop says: Why wait until then? Oh, sure, 
            that was your scheme, but the best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang 
            aft a-gley, so we'll take 
            a cup of kindness today, for auld lang syne, so close to the New 
            Year. As for me, I'm not here. My heart's in the Highlands, a 
            chasing' the deer. 
            The Plenipotentiary
            
            Tune : The terrible law or Shawnbuee. 
             Composed 
            by:  Captain Morris, author of ‘Songs Drinking, Political and 
            Facetious’ (c 1790) 
            
            The Dey of Algiers, when afraid of his ears, 
            
            A messenger sent to our court, sir,  
            
            As he knew in our state, the women had weight, 
            
            He chose one, well hung for the sport, sir. 
            
            He searched the divan till he found out a man 
            
            Whose balls were heavy and 
            hairy. 
            
            And he lately came o’er from the Barbary shore As the great 
            Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            When to England he came, with his prick in a flame, 
            
            He showed it his hostess on landing, 
            
            Who spread its renown thro’ all parts of the town, 
            
            As a pintle past all understanding. 
            
            So much there was said of its snout and its head, 
            
            That they called it the great Janissary; 
            
            Not a lady could sleep till she got a sly peep 
            
            At the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            As he rode in his coach, how the whores did approach, 
            
            And stared, as if stretched on a tenter; 
            
            He drew every eye of the dames that passed by, 
            
            Like the sun to its wonderful centre. 
            
            As he passed through the town not a window was down, 
            
            And the maids hurried out to the area, 
            
            The children cried, ”Look, there’s the man with the 
            cock, 
            
            That’s the great Plenipotentiary.” 
            
              
            
            When he came to the Court, oh, what giggle and sport, 
            
            Such squinting and squeezing to view him, 
            
            What envy and spleen in the women were seen, 
            
            All happy and pleased to get to him. 
            
            They vowed from their hearts, if men of such parts 
            
            Were found on the coast of Barbary 
            
            ‘Tis a shame not to bring a whole guard for the King, Like the great 
            Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            The dames of intrigue formed their cunts 
            in a league, 
            
            To take him in turns like good folk, sir; 
            
            The young misses’ plan was to catch as catch can, 
            
            And all were resolved on a stroke, sir. 
            
            The cards to invite flew by thousands each night, 
            
            With bribes to the old secretary, 
            
            And the famous Eclipse was not let for more leaps 
            
            Than the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            When his name was announced, how the women all bounced 
            
            And their blood hurried up to their faces; 
            
            He made them all itch, from navel to breech, 
            
            And their bubbies burst out all their laces; 
            
            There was such damned work, to be fucked
            by the Turk, 
            
            That nothing their passion could vary; 
            
            All the matrons fell sick for the Barbary 
            prick 
            
            Of the great Plenipotentiary.  
            
              
            
            A Duchess whose Duke made her ready to puke 
            
            With fumbling and fucking all 
            night, sir. 
            
            Being first for the prize, was so pleased with its size 
            
            That she begged for to stroke its big snout, sir. 
            
            ‘My stars!’, cried her Grace, ‘Its head’s like a mace, 
            
            ‘Tis as high as the Corsican Fairy; 
            
            I’ll make up, please the pigs, for dry bobs and 
            frigs, 
            
            With the great Plenipotentiary.’ 
            
              
            
            And now to be bored by this Ottoman Lord 
            
            Came a virgin far gone in the wane, sir, 
            
            She resolved for to try, though her cunt
            was so dry, 
            
            That she knew it must split like a cane, sir. 
            
            True it was as she spoke, it gave way at each stroke, 
            
            But oh, what a woeful quandary! 
            
            With one terrible thrust her old piss-bladder 
            burst 
            
            On the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            The next to be tried was an Alderman’s bride, 
            
            With a cunt that would swallow 
            a turtle, 
            
            She had horned the dull brows of her worshipful spouse, 
            
            Till they sprouted like Venus’s myrtle. 
            
            Through thick and through thin, bowel deep he dashed in, 
            
            Till her cunt frothed like 
            cream in a dairy, 
            
            And expressed by loud farts she was strained in all parts 
            
            By the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            The next to be kissed, on the Plenipo’s list, 
            
            Was a delicate Maiden of Honour, 
            
            She screamed at the sight of his prick, 
            in a fright, 
            
            Though she’d had the whole palace upon her. 
            
            Oh Lord, she said, what a prick 
            for a maid! 
            
            Do, pray, come look at it, Cary! 
            
            But I will have one drive, if I’m ripped up alive, 
            
            By the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            Two sisters next came, Peg and Molly by name, 
            
            Two ladies of very high breeding, 
            
            Resolved one should try, while the other stood by 
            
            And watch the amusing proceeding. 
            
            Peg swore by the Gods that the Mussulman’s cods 
            
            Were as big as both buttocks of Mary; 
            
            Molly cried with a grunt, he has ruined my 
            cunt 
            
            With his great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            The next for his plan was an old haridan 
            
            Who had swallowed huge pricks 
            from each nation, 
            
            With over much use, she had broken the sluice 
            
            ‘Twixt her cunt and its lower 
            relation. 
            
            But he stuck her so full that she roared like a bull, 
            
            Crying out she was bursting and weary, 
            
            So tight was she stuck by this wonderful 
            fuck 
            
            Of the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            The next for a shag came the 
            new Yankee flag 
            
            Though lanky and scraggy in figure, 
            
            She was fond of the quid, for she had been well rid From Washington down to 
            the nigger. 
            
            Oh my! Such a size! I guess it’s first prize, 
            
            It’s a wonder, quite Ni-a-gary; 
            
            W-a-l-l, now I’m in luck, so stranger, let’s 
            fuck, 
            
            Bully for the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            All heads were bewitched and longed to be stitched 
            
            Even babies would languish and linger, 
            
            And the boarding-school Miss, as she sat down to 
            piss,  
            
            Drew a Turk on the floor with her finger. 
            
            For fancied delight, they all clubbed for a 
            shite, 
            
            To frig in the school 
            necessary, 
            
            And the teachers from France fucked 
            à la distance With the great 
            Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            Each sluice cunted bawd, who’d 
            been shagged abroad 
            
            Till her premises gaped like a grave, sir, Found luck was so thick, 
            she could feel the Turk’s prick, 
            
            Though all others were lost in the cave, sir. 
            
            The nymphs of the stage did his ramrod engage, 
            
            Made him free of their gay seminary; 
            
            And the Italian signors opened all their back doors 
            
            To the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
              
            
            Then of love’s sweet reward, measured out by the yard, 
            
            The Turk was most blessed of mankind, sir, 
            
            For his powerful dart went right home to the heart, 
            
            Whether stuck in before or behind, sir. 
            
            But no pencil can draw this great-pintled Bashaw, 
            
            Then let each cunt-loving 
            contemporary, 
            
            As cocks of the game, let's 
            drink to the name 
            
            Of the great Plenipotentiary. 
            
                
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