| --Thursday, April 10, 2008--
Ava Rose hears you call her name, decides it feels like home
 Ava Rose's spread (that was just the best word available; I didn't mean to sound filthy) in April's Penthouse is reminiscent of the look of a certain New York-bashing children's author circa 1989, when Rose was three.
The delightful Adam & Eve contract star frolicked through a virtual French country house to achieve the combination of rusticity and glamor that is her trademark. Rustic, for porn, because her boobs are real.
Previously: Ava Rose: It's what's for dinner
See also: Ava Rose, Adam & Eve, PenthouseLabels: "adam and eve", Ava Rose, madonna, magazines, penthouse, WGL
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--Tuesday, June 26, 2007--
Penthouse gets Bree-sic
 I have superimposed some text from the press release hyping Penthouse Digital's Smut Peddler on the official photo, so far. I hope you like the delivery in the face.
Previously: Lori Lust agency explodes, survivor writes press release; Publicist: Honolulu secedes in honor of Thorn homecoming; Adult industry to sic itself on bad grammar
See also: PenthouseLabels: hype, penthouse, sic
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--Friday, June 22, 2007--
An awkward conversation with Heather Vandeven about her rubberized vagina
 Last night at the Babes & Aces poker tournament in Inglewood-by-the-Sea, I talked with Penthouse/Ninnworx moonlighter Heather Vandeven about the Topco replica of her ladypartsTM.
"You mean my pussy and ass?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes," I said.
"They actually covered my pussy and ass with goop," she said, "and made a model of them. Then they did it to my face, my lips, everything."
"Really?"
"Yes. Have you tried them out?"
"Er."
I felt like she was asking me if I'd read her diary.
"I got your P & A and Juli Ashton's P & A on the same day," I said.
"Did you put them on your wall as a kind of collage?" she asked.
"That's a great idea, but No," I said. "But I did take them out and held one in each hand."
The Heather Vandeven P & A and the Juli Ashton P & A aren't the same. I was sure they would be. Vandeven's is/are smaller.
I thought of the expression "to take a flying fuck at" something. That is how I would imagine having a go at these disembodied pieces of Heather Vandeven. It didn't seem right, but then again most people don't get to have an amiable conversation with the delightful Vandeven in Inglewood, where I once saw Neil Diamond.
Previously: Marital Aid Test Kitchen: Heather Vandeven's Vibrating Cyberskin Pet Pussy And Ass (fleshbot); A Vuur by any other name; Heather Vuur is a good sport
See also: Topco Sales, Hotel Heather Labels: heather vandeven, interviews, marital aids, penthouse, topco, WGL
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Ava Rose's spread (that was just the best word available; I didn't mean to sound filthy) in April's Penthouse is reminiscent of the look of a certain New York-bashing children's author circa 1989, when Rose was three. 
