Julien sent this in this morning and like all good friends, we share common loves and hates for the same things, today being a hate for America’s Next Top Model and Cycle 1 winner Adrianne Curry.

Last night I slept with this guy who had a couple of kids. It was the classic case or suburban husband is actually a raging faggot, very Desperate Housewives. While we were fucking I got to thinking about what his kids would think if they walked into us mid butt-fuck; their dad’s feet on my shoulders as I m plowing away. And I got to thinking if this is guy is a loser, closet case, homo, where does that leave his kids?

The thing is, eventually Adrienne Curry is going to have kids (that is if her vagina can hold up through these all of these years of super sluttery of course) and they are going to look up to her. She is going to be like a superhero for them and she is going to have a major impact on this child’s life. And the sad part is, that these poor kids won’t know that the most important person in their life is actually a complete and utter whore who’s claim to fame is winning a reality show about models nobody gives a fuck about.

So anyway, here is Adrienne Curry at some Playboy party dressed up like a Amazonian stripper from the year 2046. Her future kids don’t have a fucking chance.

SMOOCH!

Julien

And here is Abigail Clancy topless on a yacht and apparently she’s a catwalk and lingerie model. In either case, I figure that anyone who doesn’t look repulsive in a bikini and has cause to be on a yacht is worth my attention.

My name is Harley Houston, by the way. I’m a guy who met Jesus in the park. He started talking to me while I was pissing on a tree. At first I thought he was some kind of gear-box who was just trying to get a look at my junk, but it turned out that he just wanted to mooch some of my bourbon. Normally, I don’t share my whiskey with strange-o dirt bags that sneak up on me while my dick is in my hand, but I saw that he’s a Mexican. I have this thing for Mexican chicks, and since Mexicans are Catholic, I figured he most definitely had to have some sisters.

By the way, if you’re a Mexican female, or any other kind Latina (I can’t really tell the difference), you should drop me a line at houstonharley[at]drunkenstepfather.com because I think that that would be hot. Maybe we could get together and get sauced on cheap wine. I’m even okay with you being on top, so long as you promise that you’ll still finish if I fall asleep.

Marie-Eve here, again. Apparently Jesus’ computer is on the fritz, so I’m gonna be doing the posts a tad early while hes getting ready for his Cruise. I’ve been getting some lovely emails from some of you and also some that are pretty creepy, but keep them coming, I love it!! stepdaughter@drunkenstepfather.com

Here’s some pics of Petra Nemcova and some other lucky, lucky person messing around with some body paint, which I guess is what super models do when they aren’t at fashion shoots on tropical islands, going to swanky parties, and having sex with millionaires.

They have this sort of outdoor festival where I live every Sunday, and its always filled with a bunch of old and young hippies, plus a few normal people that go up there just for the hell of it. You’ll always see a good amount of idiots playing the drums, blowing bubbles and dancing in circles and urging you to join in on the love fest. The last time I was up there, there was a bunch of them body painting each other, and of course one thing led to another and a few of the girls took their tops off to let some of the guys (who looked like the forest had just thrown them up) paint their tits.

As always, it wasn’t the hott looking pixie hippies that chose to undress, but the fat, unshaven, pasty white ones instead. Why does it always go down like like? Can some one explain it to me, please? Why is it that the most disgusting people are always the ones that are the most comfortable with themselves? Anyone?

Here’s some shots of Petra to ease the pain of people who don’t know how to cover up.