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Bullshit Bulletin #5 – Censorship licks erotica’s hairy pie-hole

Well, I was going to put an image of Sherri Clark’s Smutpunk Yeti here with some links to articles by Jamie and Sherri (see notes below) about SMUTPUNK but I am taking a hiatus from writing so I figure why bother. It’s kind of like that Dr. Dre line, which you’ll see below, you all can have erotica because I don’t want it. I’m taking a break, retooling, and coming back in another incarnation.

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me
With your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn’t bumping me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won’t get a crumb from me
Cause I’m from the streets of Compton
I told ‘em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold ‘em all
Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain’t got none
What you think I sold ‘em all, cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin’ to get this damn label off
I ain’t havin’ that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain’t gonna be nothin’ after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back
So where’s all the Mad Rappers at
It’s like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

Read more: Dr. Dre – Forget About Dre Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Watch Listen to the Whole Thing Here:

[[NOTE TO MAD SEXY SELF: insert image for yeti sherri clark smutpunk, then link to the two smutpunk artilces out, jamie and sherri, what else is the new stuff going on? Not much really! Lol.]]

They say poets should always come in the door talking. How am I doing?

Shit, just cause I’m fucked off of the game doesn’t mean I shouldn’t bust my nutty load full of sexy redheaded cohort praise all over your outstretched kindle. Download Erotic Pulp #1 by Callie Press. Read my advanced review of the genius contained within its virtual pages, too.


Strange Sex

Read this strange crazy shit! I’m telling you. Don’t think, just download Erotic Pulp and this and read. If you don’t, guys, your dicks will turn green and then fall off.

Also, read the Made in DNA translation The Vet

This reminds me…

New Doctor-Proven Way to STAVE OFF MENOPAUSE!


Stave off menopause, ladies, by Reading MJ’s Smutpunk. If you don’t, your vagina my dry right up. Play it safe and read. CLICK the man in suit (if you click his dick you’ll REALLY get a surprise!)

Got to get some porn in the post or what fucking good is having your own site free of censorship?

Intense office lady gangbang

share this Hot Stone Shit i made, please!

And watch my spliced together MJ Video Montage Mash-up


Oh and finally, here’s a link to…

what Jamie said about Smutpunk

what Kat Crimson rocked out about Smutpunk

and Sherri’s SMUTPUNK filled Yeti (yep, soft as goose-down wrapped in alpaca)


Oops that’s a Steak and BJ kind of meat rare and blowjob well done. Click the plate to read the Steak and BJ Bundle


Here’s the SMUTPUNK-filled Yeti, I hope…

Censorship sucks and it's WAY more pervasive than you may realize

Censorship sucks and it’s WAY more pervasive than you may realize



Click the Cream-Filled Filling for a SMUTPUNK-cream Surprise filling drilling.

Click the Cream-Filled Filling for a SMUTPUNK-cream filming of a willing Surprise filling at the power spilling hands of the drilling KING of MOTHERFUCKING thrilling SMUTPUNK ritual killing EROTICA

MJ on Amazon **Multiple Countries**


Slip on my swag, lol. If you know me well, you know I’m not a huge Emimem fan although I think the dude’s supremely talented and funny, but I’m more of a Masta Ace guy cause i’m more of a fan of witty inversions, but that’s not the point. This vid is fucking immense. Marshall is a legend.

The SMUTPUNK lexicon is being edited now as you read. That promises to be noteworthy. If you have any words to add, please let me know.

Emme Hor put out a new book a few weeks back with my crappy editing and Callie Press left it a 5-star, glorious review. The book’s called Romance on Rollerskates and I’m supposed to edit the newest part of it now. If you love butt plugs then these “Women’s Adventures Series” books are a MUST-READ. You should read it even if you don’t like butt plugs but you’re simply interested in Malaysian (sex) culture. There are mosques, roller skates, and kopi tarik (stretched Malay-style coffee, yum). There’s an alpha male, I think he’s a billionaire, I forget, and a hot little Chindian-Malay sex pot. There’s always a sex pot, isn’t there? It features a facial, anal, and rollerskating. What’s not to love?

SMUTPUNK spilled all over me this morning and I haven’t yet washed it off. Guess I’ll be giving more loads to my washing machine. 

Take advantage of this great service:

Poet for hire is always a good thing, right? I suggest you buy the ever-popular hate poem. The poem is emailed anonymously to anyone you choose and features nasty, MJ-style abuse. Great for ex-husbands, bosses, cunt family members, and nemeses. Buy today, guaranteed delivery on Valentine’s Day (plan ahead)! THIS IS A REAL SERVICE. My blog readers have been using it since the days of deep classics on blogger. I’m written poems on naked pictures of wives, poems for couples, poems for asshole bosses, etc. Dream it up and give me an ass-crack at it.

Sarchashmo is the poet for hire. He’ll cockslap any fools into submission. If he cannot, he’ll employ the help of his “friend”, Queen Kegel the Sextacular

Lastly, last, last, Emme Hor’s book I Am Not a Whore, At Least Not Yet! got it’s first review as well, so check that shit out, will ya?

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‘Nuff said, says San Esperma di Desgracia