http://www.meatholes.com/

THE RUNNING MASCARA, THE BEAVER BOARD WALLS. YOU KNOW
WHERE YOU ARE DON'T YOU, VICTORIA?!? HUNH?!!? HEAVEN!!!

Let's start out with a lot of quickfast truth telling: if porn in general makes you sort of nervous from a political, social and moral framework, STOP READING NOW.

As for the rest of you fucking adventure seekers who don't particularly care how you get your kicks as long as you get them, WELCOME TO THE VIRTUES OF NEGATIVE FASCINATION!!!!

Yeah yeah yeah, we KNOW they advertise with us, but that's missing the point here. Nobody forces us to write shit at MACK AVENUE SKULLGAME that we don't want to write and so the point is: this site will put worms in your head.

Because Meatholes is a site that exists more for the pure pleasure of inducing queasiness than for pure pleasure. KHAN TUSION, the Meatholes Rod Serling, gleefully recalibrates the world to the frequency of fucked as he asks a now crying girl if she's "got a boyfriend" and did she, after a healthy session of ass-eating, ass-fucking and sperm-drinking, want to "tell him that you love him"?

And through the tears, the great, big slobby sobs of regret for having sucked not one sausage too many but really the WRONG sausage at the RIGHT time, she nods yes, and KHAN says "well go ahead."

And she does. She loves you Brandon. She really does.

Jesus. Reality TV's got nothing on this.