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30 May 2009

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships / And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? (Christopher Marlowe, "Doctor Faustus")

Sure, click. See her in Perv-o-Vision.

She's 18 now. Absolutely nothing to see here. Move along, nothing going on here.
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3 comments:

patfromch said...

Ah this one definetly made my day....The millions who do not visit your blog don't even know what they have missed...Is this one of the pics rumoured to be smuggled out of Planet Björk ? If so, then fix that bloody Zeta Beam, I am moving on.....never to return !

Saturday, 30 May, 2009
patfromch said...

...oh yes that old bugger ! Now I know where I heard the name before ! It was just on the evening news...
No, nothing going on here, nothing interesting to see, just walk on, haven't missed anything, nothing happened.

(Note: Dirty Ol' Sugardaddy has ihs own TV station which I can get here on cable. If you think Fox is dumb then you have never seen Itali Uno. Last Sunday or so the old man booked one hour on his own TV station to explain to the nation what was going on. Nothing apparently and it took him one hour to explain that in full detail....)

Saturday, 30 May, 2009
Vleeptron Dude said...

I wish first to apologize to all my 9 devoted readers for this filthy pornographic image. Its publication was far beneath the High Standards that have made Vleeptron and VleeptronZ a legend in electronic information processing and dissemination.

The AV-P Ombudsperson has thoroughly investigated, and has learned that Lenny & Spike, the universe-wandering teenage dropouts from rural South Carolina, were on duty and responsible for the blog last night when this smutty Lolita-tinged image was posted.

The Alps are Tall, and the Passes often blocked with snow -- have you not been getting your morning newspapers reliably delivered from Italy?

Worse, you are A-VP's Mensch-on-the-Ground in Mitteleuropa, and YOU were supposed to have e-mailed this foto, and many more, to ME, your beloved old editor at A-VP Galactic Headquarters.

You speak Italian, for Christ's sake.

Not that speaking Italian is necessary to perceive the positive aspects of this attractive image of Healthy Youth.

What's the skinny on this thing? Did the Dirty Old Gazillionaire goose the child at her birthday party? Did they do Inappropriate Stuff at his villa on Sardinia?

I love this scandal. If Berlusconi had paid me to think of a plan to get him destroyed forever, I couldn't have done better than this.

This has everything! Starting with the word no Italian wife should ever whisper: DIVORCE.

an ex-wife, 8 kids -- dogs, cats, ponies -- yachts, villas, and this adorable Sweetie Pie, with the questionable age photo i.d. legal age card.

Viva Italia Siempre! Viva Berlusconi! Viva the Testicles! and most of all -- Viva Noemi!

Oh Oh I left out some juicy parts, it's about a Dirty Horny Powerful Old Man who makes a really sleazy secret deal with a real creepy guy:

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FAUSTUS. One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee
To glut the longing of my heart's desire:
That I might have unto my paramour
That heavenly Helen which I saw of late,
Whose sweet embracings may extinguish clean
These thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow,
And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt desire,
Shall be performed in twinkling of an eye.

Enter Helen [brought in by Mephistopheles]

FAUSTUS. Was this the face that launched a thousand ships
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

[They kiss]

Her lips suck forth my soul. See where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.

[They kiss again]

Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.

Enter [the] Old Man

I will be Paris, and for love of thee
Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg be sacked,
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumèd crest.
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air,
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appeared to hapless Semele,
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azured arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour.

Exeunt [Faustus and Helen, with Mephistopheles]

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Hubba-Hubba!

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