:: Dirtbox Wednesday ::

Last night I received a text from a drunken friend, who shall remain anonymous (name starred out):

Hello darling. Would you mind passing the following message to ******? 'Would you like to come on my face?' Thanks very much. xx

In honour of the bare-faced cheek of such a request, today's post is dedicated to filth. Puerile and scatological it may be, but some things just have to be cleared from your system. Oh, I've started already...

Surprisingly enough, only one of the links is NSFW; this is marked with an asterisk.

We begin with the news that a Japanese inventor has come up with a kind of anti-fart generator. If the opposite effect is required, there are plenty of trump mimicking devices available on the interweb. Viz might seem to be the obvious place to snuffle around for dirt, but their fart generator's gone, so you'll have to make do with the fab Roger's Profanisaurus.

Another reliable source of smut and obscenity is b3ta. Over the years, there have been some delightful quizzes* and confessional questions of the week about defecation and misguided masturbation. The tird is less rude than it sounds.

What with a "controversial" new film depicting puppet oral sex, I wonder whether the Tory party conference will descend into a maelstrom of dirty copraphagic bumsex. Prominent conservatives certainly seem to be trying their hardest to turn people's reputations to shit, if not eating it too.

And of course, what passes for entertainment on (channel) five these days is Rebecca Loos wanking off a pig.