Monthly Archives: May 2011

Santa Hopes Your Fucking Pussy Explodes

Santa Malsesso

He sees you when you're sleeping

Some holiday music to accompany this post

Someone must have been very naughty to make Santa this angry. I always suspected he was a dirty old voyeur, and probably banged a few housewives in his time, but I had no idea his kink was this sadistic.

Santa Dynamite

Boom! goes the dynamite.

English translation cobbled together via Babel Fish:

to how much it seems, to you it appeals to feel the orifice clog to it must… therefore you will go crazy for these two candles containing waxes plastic

Orifice clog?!?!? Sounds ominous. Still unsure of Santa’s nefarious plans for the dynamite? Click the above picture to find out IN GRAPHIC DETAIL (link not safe for holidays.) Or you could just skip to the end and play connect the dots. Enjoy!

Pussy Explosion

Fumetti strikes again. And you thought the Japanese were kinky.

Battle of the Black Dads

Black Dads

Four men enter, one man leaves. Who will emerge victorious?

George Jefferson- Wait a minute, did the Jeffersons even have kids? I vaguely remember them adopting a little blond-haired, blue-eyed child in a later season, but I could be mistaken. I would hate to see George eliminated on a technicality, because he’s probably the most badass father of the bunch. He had an amazing ferocity to him that was fueled by his hatred of whitey.

Lionel Jefferson! That was the name of his son. George had such a hands-off approach to child-rearing, he hardly seemed a father at all. Plus, Lionel was played by like three different actors over the years, so it was hard to keep track of him.

Bill Cosby- Don’t be fooled by his senile old man act- this squirrely bastard is a formidable foe. He’ll confuse challengers with one of his multi-colored sweaters and then use his epileptic dance moves to evade their attacks. Bibbity bop! Then he’ll tell them what poor fathers they are and that they are failures as black men and Carl Winslow will probably cry.

Carl Winslow- He’s a cop, so he’s got corruption on his side. Plus, he’s packing heat. It’s too bad he was such a pussy, always kowtowing to his domineering wife and fucking around with that bitch, Urkel. He was a decent father though, so maybe he can team up with Bill against the tougher dads before The Cos lays the socially conscious smackdown on them all.

Uncle Phil- Yes, I know this is about dads, but that was his name- Uncle Phil. This mountain of a man is the most physically imposing of the group and could give George Jefferson a run for his surly. Plus, he’s a lawyer, so if by some chance they beat him in a fight, he can sue the shit out of them. Then Carlton will dance and everything will be okay.

And the winner is…

America, because for those of us who didn’t have our own, these black dads have been coming into our homes via the TV for as long as we can remember, enriching our lives with their wit and wisdom, helping us to become men. Happy Black Father’s Day, everyone!

Flesh For Frankenstein

Frankenstein Blowjob

Going "bolts" deep.

Fumetti are crazy-ass European horror comics with bizarre plots full of graphic sex and violence that sometimes involve Frankensteins. They are a treasure trove of depravity and my latest obsession, so you haven’t heard the last of them. Thanks to The Groovy Age of Horror for the pics and the enlightenment.

Frankenstein Cunnilingus

Frankenstein reciprocates... whether you like it or not

Just because he was called “Frankenstein’s Monster” doesn’t he wasn’t a man. In fact, he was ALL man, put together piecemeal from from the bodies of corpses and sex-hobos. That includes his cock-piece, which, rumor has it, was as thick as his neck and twice as bolty. They didn’t call it “The Frank Tickler” (pronounced franc) for nothing.

Frankenstein Bestiality 3 Way

Uh, Frank? This isn't what I had in mind when I agreed to a threesome.

So if you think Frankenstein had problems getting laid, think again. Rape was only one of the tools in his bag of seductive tricks. Ladies love the strong silent type and were powerless against his boyish charm. That is why that angry mob of villagers burned him to death in the old mill. By jolt or by bolt, he had the maidenhood of all their daughters.

Previously on Frankenstein (some golden oldies)

Kirk Cameron Is Smarter Than Stephen Hawking

Kirk Cameron mocks Stephen Hawking

Kirk Cameron does his best Stephen Hawking impersonation

Step roll aside, Stephen Hawking, there’s a new sheriff in genius town, and his name is Kirk Cameron! He was appointed by God (IE: self-appointed) and carries a banana on his hip, just in case you decide to get ornery. It is perfectly formed to fit his hand, and contains three shots of potassium infused righteousness for anyone foolish enough to practice their scientific witchcraft out in the open.

From The Guardian UK:

A belief that heaven or an afterlife awaits us is a “fairy story” for people afraid of death, Stephen Hawking has said.

“I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers…”

Oh no he didn’t!

Stephen Hawking with Strippers

Hey Kirk, let me introduce you to MY friend Boner...

Enter Mike Seaver, super christian, because the almighty God needs washed-up actors to protect him from crippled bullies.

Via TMZ:

Cameron tells us, “Professor Hawking is heralded as ‘the genius of Britain,’ yet he believes in the scientific impossibility that nothing created everything and that life sprang from non-life.”

You know, instead of believing in the scientific impossibility that life is the product of an all-powerful creator that itself had no beginning. That’s much more plausible (and provable!)

He adds, “Why should anyone believe Mr. Hawking’s writings if he cannot provide evidence for his unscientific belief that out of nothing, everything came?”

I’m no scientist, but I’m pretty sure there was a little something called “The Big Bang,” which there is plenty of scientific evidence for (as opposed to the complete lack of empirical evidence provided for intelligent design. Sorry, bananas.) As for “something” springing from “nothing,” science has been pretty upfront about not knowing what preceded The Big Bang, yet you don’t see them making up fairy stories to fill in the blanks.

And then there’s this, the most homoerotic proof of God’s existence ever:

By that rationale, according to the top comment:

Bananas are perfectly shaped to fit in your ass, god must had meant for us to sodomize each other with them

Out of the mouths of babes!

Then that capricious little imp called FACTS has the audacity to piss in Kirk’s holy eye. It’s not as good as the anus argument, but it works:

These morons don’t even realize that the modern banana has been genetically engineered and came from a mutant or evolved strain of the plantain. The original plantain does not fit so well into your hand and wasn’t even easily edible.

Your move, Kirk. Your move.

Lars Von Trier Is A Nazi Gangster Jew

Von Trier Mcgee Nazi

In a feeble attempt to prove to the world that they are actually capable of kicking Nazis out of their country, the Cannes film festival has decided to ban Danish auteur Lars Von Trier for his controversial statements at Wednesday’s press conference. You know, 70 years after the fact. Too little, too late, guys.

To be fair, Von Trier was only giving the people what they want- controversy. It’s pretty clear from the above video that this isn’t a Mel Gibson style tirade (who, incidentally, the French paraded down the red carpet for The Beaver screening,) just one of the greatest comedic bombings of all time. This is the type of shit comedian Dane Cook Jr. Daniel Tosh gets away with every week on his show. If Von Trier had better timing and the French had a better sense of humor, this whole thing would have played like gangbusters. Gangbusters I tells ya!

Another country to add to the hypocrite list? Argentina. Argentinian company DC has refused to distribute Von Trier’s new film, Melancholia, due to the director’s choice of stand-up material. This, despite the fact that said country has been harboring the Führer and his boys from Brazil for over half a decade. Worst misdirection ever.

Von Trier Fuck Tattoo

Fight the power!

So let’s cut Von Trier some slack. The poor little imp is obviously suffering from some sort of identity crisis. He doesn’t know whether he is a Nazi, a Jew, or a bad-ass gangster rapper (as evidenced by his new tattoo.) It doesn’t help that he is clinically depressed, and has to work out his problems on the world stage. And let’s be fair, Cannes- if Mel Gibson and Woody Allen’s daughter-marrying ass are any indication, you’ll be back in love with Von Trier this time next week.

Return of the Wet Goddess

Wet Goddess Dolphin Sex

I'm so wet...

And you guys thought I had nothing left to say on the subject of dolphin sex.

That’s probably because you haven’t read, Wet Goddess: Recollections of A Dolphin Lover. Self-published in 2010 with an initial press run of fifty, Goddess is a fictionalized account of some dude’s tumultuous love affair with a lady dolphin that has yet to see a second printing. According to the FAQ over at the official website (!), it took the author over forty years to write the pamphlet sized tome because, you know, those dolphins ain’t gonna fuck themselves. But before you get all high-and-mighty and pass judgment, please, remember- this was the 70′s. It was a wild time, full of key parties, wife swapping and aquatic mammalian sex orgies. Ask your parents, they’ll tell you.

Malcolm Brenner Dolphin Fucker

The face of a dolphin fucker

In one of the boldest moves known to man, author Malcolm J. Brenner opted against using a nom de fish-fucker and went with his government name. Because of this, he is widely considered to be the face of the delphinic movement. What kind of man rapes embarks on a romantic relationship with a dolphin? Brenner’s bio offers some insight:

Hanging over Brenner’s childhood was his parents’ interest in the pseudo-scientific theories of Wilhelm Reich, the notorious post-Freudian psychiatrist. Reich claimed to have discovered “orgone energy,” a primordial force that was the origin of the sex drive.  At an early age, Brenner was sexually molested by an “orgonomist” (orgone energy doctor) trained and certified by Reich to work with children. He plans to document this terrifying experience in a forthcoming autobiography, “Growing Up In The Orgone Box.”

I will read the shit out of that book. It’s like a bizarre, American version of WR: Mysteries of the Organism.

Malcolm Brenner with Dolphin

Not in the ear, please

Sometime after this, Brenner graduated from high school, went to college, and fucked a dolphin. But the weirdness doesn’t stop there. His first wife was a witch, who taught him not to judge his relationship with the dolphin on its form, but on its content. Shockingly, that ended in divorce. Then, he met a normal woman:

While living in Shiprock, Brenner proposed to a woman from Farmington, N.M. with two children. Two weeks before their wedding, he was shocked to learn that she had had a remarkable and protracted UFO ‘encounter’ in 1978. Recovering the suppressed memories of this event left her wracked with fear for her safety, and with questions about her own identity. Torn between his feelings for his spouse and his inherent skepticism, Brenner took the investigation as far as he dared. The harrowing experience of investigating his wife’s unbelievable story is the subject of “The Jor-Dan Chronicle,” Brenner’s next novel.

I will read the shit out of that book as well. This guy is 3 for 3.

While his second family collapsed around him, Brenner voluntarily committed himself to a locked psychiatric ward in Gallup, N.M. for five days in late 1999 out of concern that he might lose self-control. He and his second wife divorced the next year.

Par for the course, and fodder for a fourth novel. Help support a great artist by purchasing a copy of Wet Goddess HERE. If you are on the fence, you can view a sample chapter, or if you are blind, you can listen to the author read from the prologue. Don’t let the fact that it sounds like it was written by a fifth grader deter you. This is an amazing story about the power of love. Huey Lewis wrote a song about it.

More dolphin sex

Thanks, once again, to that Big Shot, The Tall Ry.

Films I’ve Seen That Contain Underage Nudity: Innocence

Innocence movie poster

I’ll admit it- some installments of FISTCUN are meant to be titillating. It’s a fine line when a film features nudity involving a girl 17 years, 364 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59.9 seconds old. Then there is Innocence, a film that features images of non-sexual nudity involving children much, much younger. Just by virtue of these scenes being filmed, there is something exploitative about them, which I’m sure is part of the point. Unfortunately, just by writing about it I’m going to be attracting all sorts of pervy traffic, but hits is hits is hits.

Innocence nudity

Anything 160 pixels or less is legally NOT child pornography

From my encapsulated review:

A dream-like fairy tale about a boarding school hidden in the middle of a forest where young girls arrive in coffins to be trained in ballet.

When they are not being put through their paces, like a room full of young Natalie Portmans, the girls are frolicking nude in the algae infested waters of Lake Likemjung. They are allowed no contact with the outside world, but sometimes creepy old men are brought in to watch their “recitals.” If they do well enough, they are sent to live in the outside world (I think? It’s pretty ambiguous.)

Naked lady frolic

A scene from "Innocence."

Don’t be fooled by the title of the film. There is nothing “innocent” about it. Director Lucile Hadzihalilovic is a contemporary of French provocateur Gaspar Noe, and previously helmed the pornographic short, Good Boys Use Condoms, so she is not one for playing it safe. Not saying that this is child pornography, but there is definitely something weird going on beneath the surface.  I highly recommend it, for cineastes and paedos alike.

Previously on FISTCUN

Bestiality is the New Civil Rights Movement

Equality for Everyone

Consider yourself accepting? Tolerant? Inclusive? Do you hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal and are endowed with certain inalienable rights to fuck what they will? Then you’ll want to get in on the ground floor of the latest rights movement- the sexual rights of zoophiles!

That’s right! Gay is passe. Bestiality is the new civil rights movement. You know how you made fun of your great grandparents for owning black people? Well, you don’t want your ancestors to think you were a square because you turned up your nose at a bit of dog fucking, do you? You want to be the Abraham Lincoln to the zoophiles slaves. You want to be Moses. Go forth and shout it from the mountain tops- Let my people go, America, LET MY PEOPLE GO!!!

The movement goes at least as far back as 2009, when THIS article was published by The Palm Beach New Times, but longtime readers know that the jabber has been documenting the zoophile’s struggle since 2007. In the interest of journalistic integrity, we haven’t taken sides, but it should be pretty obvious what our intentions are- making fun of anything and everything! Equality For All!!!

Will Smith Cast As Lead In Tarantino’s Django Unchained? Aw, Hell No!

Will Smith Mandingo

Now I know Big Willie and Rocky Dennis get a lot of shit around here (and here and here and here,) but this is just too much. I was all sorts of pumped for Tarantino’s upcoming Blaxploitation “southern,” Django Unchained, but now I’m all sorts of bummed. Multiple sources (but I’ll cite Twitchfilm, because while you’re over there you can check out some of my REVIEWS) are reporting that the Fresh Prince himself is at the top of Curly Q’s list to play a former slave out for revenge.

Mandingo cock feel

Sometimes I feel like Tarantino is a victim of his own hype. Yes, he writes great dialog, but that doesn’t mean he can make a wordy conversation about falling into a ditch interesting. Yes, he has an eye for casting, but fuck a duck, that doesn’t make Eli Roth’s cringe-inducing performance in Inglourious Basterds any better. And while Travolta’s performance in Pulp Fiction was fine, Tarantino still has to answer for everything the man has done since. That’s right, Tarantino, Wild Hogs was your fault!

Because as good as he supposedly is with actors, Tarantino has a tendency to let them run wild and play things broad. Is he gonna coax a great performance out of Smith, like he did with Robert Forster in Jackie Brown? Or is he gonna give us another Lieutenant Ham-bone Raine? The material doesn’t exactly scream “subtle,” which is why I have my doubts. Only time will tell, I guess.

Who Is This Old Lady And Why Is She So Angry?

Geronimo Angry Old Lady

Bah, Humbug!

Oh, that’s right, because the President used “Geronimo” as a code name for Osama Bin Diesel. At first I didn’t understand the outrage, because I thought that Geronimo was the name of the mission, like Operation Dumbo Drop. The SEALS helicoptered in, yelling Geronimo! as they rappelled to the ground, like you would when jumping into a lake or into bed with an ugly woman. But no, turns out it was a direct reference, and people are pissed.

Via via via.

“Think of the outcry if they had used any other ethnic group’s hero,” the Onondaga Council of Chiefs said in a release Tuesday, “like Mandingo or Blacula or Shaft (in Africa.)”

Hm… Geronimo is considered a “hero” because he resisted the white man. Sounds like an appropriate appropriation to me.

Chief Noc-a-homa

“Geronimo is arguably the most recognized Native American name in the world*, other than Chief Noc-a-Homa of the Atlanta Braves” the chiefs said, “and this comparison only serves to perpetuate negative stereotypes about our people.”

Well make up your mind, is he a hero or a stereotype? Are you offended because using his moniker as a code for the most hated man in the world is disrespectful to him, or because it makes all Native people look like white-hating savages? (Which, again, I can see the correlation.)

Geronimos Cereal

* Pocahontas doesn’t count, because she was a woman.