Rodzilla: Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2010

Hey Hey Hey, Hope you won't forget tomorrow's the night!

Indeed, it is the broadcast of the ultimately-awaited annual Victoria's Secret Fashion Show!

How hot? You can be sure that I'll be tuning in :P! It will be broadcast on CBS and ABC across North America and many different TV Channels across the Globe. This year's Fantasy Bra model is the über-caliente and mother of one, Brazilian Adriana Lima. She will be wearing a 2 million dollar bra! I will give you an avant-goût of what you will be seeing tomorrow with this "sneak-peak" video:

Up next: Victoria's Secret Angels' Lipdub on Katy Perry's new single "Firework", it's such a nice editing, I think it should be promoted as an alternative music video for her song!



--> In the video are Chanel Iman, Alessandra Ambrosio, Adriana Lima, Candice Swanepoel, Erin Heatherton, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Behati Prinsloo.

-->I have to say that despite my admiration for those new models, I really miss the real supermodels such as Gisele Bündchen, Ana Beatriz Barros (the hottest chick on earth), Naomi Campbell, Tyra Banks, Heidi Klum, Oluchi Onweagba, Jessica White, Noémie Lenoir, Karen Mulder, Carmen Kass, Liya Kebede, Doutzen Kroes and so many more!!! I feel like the new models aren't that memorable! I'm not saying that they're all boring or plain but I'm not that intrigued about them. I feel like their "pâtés" are not as tasty as their counterparts' from the '90s heydays.

Fabulous Andy: The Most Useless Sex Ever

Rodzilla's small penis contest post actually made me think of a funny anecdote that happened roughly two years ago.

I had just entered college and had ditched some weird dude I was dating because I had spotted another dude that I'll call Twinky for now. In addition to being nice and good-looking, he loved to make out in public places such as the school's library. A lovely way to keep him excited during a sociology class, ladies...

After some sexy talking on MSN, we decided to meet up at his place to watch a movie ... that was never finished. Strangely enough, my clothes always seem to get taken away when watching TV alone with a guy. I decided to do the same, so I stripped him and wished I had never went to the dude's place. 

IT WAS SO SMALL!

What was I supposed to do, get dressed and hurry outside in Montreal's middle of nowhere? Point at it and laugh? Cry? Of course not. He remained a friend anyways, so I shut my mouth and pretended I actually felt something. I had never faked, but believe me, I had to. I just had to. I mean, I didn't watch those cheesy porno movies for nothing because they taught me how to fake it when you can't feel it!

Seriously, watching small penises on YouTube might be amusing, but getting naked then realizing the guy you're about to have sex with has a small ding-dong is so akward. You can't refuse to do it, you can't tell him upfront, you can't laugh. Anything you will do will be severely judged and the dude might end up having a bad self-esteem/being sex-deprived/committing suicide.

So ladies, please touch the outside of the pants to see if he has a boner. You wouldn't want to be stripping for... nothing at all!

St-Lawrence: Silicon Valley, CubA

I had a little nostalgia last week while watching my Facebook videos.

Last year, I enjoyed a one week vacation trip in an all-included Cuban hotel with 3 of my best men and a couple of friends. I had such a good time, enjoying the Tres S’s: sand, sun and sex (not to mistake with the three S's).

One of the best souvenirs I got was the two hours we spent every single night after dinner at the show. There was always a contest at the beginning of it and, as the showman that I am… I had to participate every time I had the chance to! Basically, I spent half of the time half naked because of a stupid ‘what’s the song?’ contest; every time I was wrong, I had to take off a piece of cloth, and I think alcohol has bad effects on my ears… because my answers were erroneous 2 times out of 3. Once, I also had to make a striptease to one of my friends! But that same night…My friend wasn’t the only one who noticed my showman talents.

Later on that night (the third of the week), there was a tourist girl (a Quebeccer) who ran into me at the bar. She said that she really liked what she saw on the stage and that she liked guys that are outgoing and don’t have inhibitions… I do have little, but con Ron…there’s nothing I can do about it! So I actually spent the night at the bar and the Discoteca ‘La Vida Loca’ with her… and I have to say; she was really hot. However, she looked too much of a superficial girl, which is not my type. But the thing is that, while I was in Cuba, I liked the fact that guys in the club were jealous of my ‘catch of the day’. Plus, she was wearing a shirt… I always found sexy good looking girls wearing shirts (especially mine…)

So after I dried the bar out of Cuba Libre, we went back to my hotel room (thanks to my roommate who had lost his key card and was sleeping in my other friends’ room) to enjoy myself ourselves. SO HERE’S THE POINT OF THE TITLE ----> As I was taking off her bra (which was obviously hiding things that my hands, despite their length, couldn’t even handle)... it hit me: She had FAKE boobs!

As the little chubby pervert who used to have threesomes with both his hands every night as only sexual favor when I was a teenager… I never thought I would have said so before but… I didn’t like it. I mean her breasts were as solid as my pipes. No bullshit. They didn’t have the flexibility and the softness that make boobs so nice to feel, touch and…play with. And I can’t even tell if she was feeling anything I was doing to them. So what’s the point?

So here’s my advice for you girls… fake boobs are bad… It’s mass murdering, genocide, Großdeutsches Reich . That girl was 18 btw… so how low must have been her self-esteem to make such a decision at such a young age. I love natural gurls. The girls that take care of their bodies by dancing or doing sports… not under Dr. Boobs von Wrinkles bistouris and Mr. Spray Tan UVs. I mean who cares if you have small tits…You have the opportunity to show your brain and personnality to men instead of your Twins… be proud of it. You’ll get rid of Douchebags and keep the good guys in your bed.

My name is St-Lawrence and I love A and B cups, as long as they fit with your body 'pâté' type (but cute eyes and face will always be prerequisites, regardless of the melons)!

P.S. I’m stricter on the booty though! = p

Rodzilla: Men Pattern Baldness

I’m writing this down as I got a hair transplant yesterday.

First I need to talk you into my obsession with hair loss. My hair started falling when I was 16 years old!!! That’s very premature. It pissed me off so much. It annoyed me even more since I never had a much defined frontal hairline. I felt like I was going bald right away. That being said, I was already balding in the diagonal areas of my forehead at 17 at my High School Prom.

I decided to undergo hair transplant because I wanted to erase the negative effects that this balding had had on me and I’m looking forward to keep it up this way until my mid-thirties. I mean who cares about hair when you’re 70? But when you’re 20, it’s another story.

I’m sure a lot of people might feel like I’m a superficial person –which might actually be the case- but in this situation I think my obsession almost made sense. Let’s face it: about two-thirds of men start balding or are balding after 60 years old which showcases well the fact that it is a widely-spread problem. The thing is approximately 25% of men start balding around 20 years old. And I guess God decided I was gonna be included in the 25%! How shitty! Anyways, after researching and reading about the matter, I found some preventing and mending treatments to both stop the loss and reverse the effects to make the hair grow back.

I guess a lot of you have heard of Rogaine, which is the most utilized treatment for male baldness; it is made with minoxidil and can be efficient if you have minor hair loss. The hick is that it’s very expensive (around $70 CAN per month) and is quite gross to apply; you have to vaporize it directly on your hair and let it dry. Results have proved that Men’s Rogaine can prevent loss or help regrowth in 30 to 40% of the cases. This means it’s not that efficient!



Men's Rogaine



When I went to my first appointment with Dr. Chagnon, he told me that Propecia (made with Finasteride) was a lot more effective. Propecia stops hair loss in more than 60% of the cases. There’s just one problem coming along the way: it has REAL BAD side effects. Indeed, 1,1% to 18,5% of the men using it might experience impotence and 1,3% of the patients have erectile dysfunction. I have to say that even if I take it and am satisfied with the results, I’m GODDAMN SCARED of experiencing erectile dysfunctions!!! The doctor also told me that I might notice a diminution of my libido. I have to say that the latter is almost a benediction since I’m way too horny all the time!!!

Anyways, so enough “mise en contexte”, I’mma tell you how my hair transplant went.

First off, It seemed very exhaustive and long so I decided to bring DVDs to watch during the operation. I watched the über-cheesy “Into The Blue” which was very boring but had a lot of “sightseeing” with shirtless Paul Walker in almost all the scenes. I also watched half of “The Bodyguard” with Whitney Houston. Though not that painful, a hair transplant is incredibly long (it can take more than 5 hours) and implies a couple of not-so-cool experiences such as having your head skin pierced with thousands of needles and a 5 cm-long scar behind the head. I talked to the nurses all along the operation which entertained me. What’s so nice is that I got to examine my hair follicles under the microscope so that I could see my skin fat and Sebaceous glands.

Everything went on just fine so I’m currently recovering from it. My dear friends were there to support me yesterday after my surgery with St-Lawrence coming to the clinic and Terrine cooking salmon tartar for us. We also had sushis, can I ask for more? I don’t think so!



A case of hair transplant that resembles to mine



Rodzilla: Creepiest Contest Ever!!!

Okay this has to be one of the weirdest and most fucked-up contests known to mankind!!! Can you believe there's actually a "Mr. Small Penis International"???!!! I mean there's definitely no pride to have about having this kind of stub! I'm truthfully sorry but how could you make love or even have oral sex with such a tiny excrescence like that?! It looks more like a wart than anything else!

I found this vid via good ol' friend of mine who sent me the link and Gosh! I hope she doesn't have a secret passion for micro-penises!!!

--> I actually feel bad for those men! Plus they're being ridiculated by the judges of the competition!

1st Annual Small Penis Contest
envoyé par Babar007. - L'info internationale vidéo.

Concurso de pinto pequeno from mrware on Vimeo.

Terrine: XXXmas Gifts for Straight Friends!

As some of you may have noticed, I started a series of articles yesterday by posting the top five christmas gifts for gay friends!  As only 10% of the population is gay, I know that everyone doesn't have a gay friend, this is why I propose you today's top five christmas gifts for straight friends or straight boyfriends. (Everyone has a straight friend or a straight boyfriend! Duh!)

So let's start with:

#5- A six-pack beer holster belt!

Men <3 Beer!  What else to say?!?

Why that? ... easy one!  Because any man who pretends to be a straight man should love beer! And the little army design of the belt is very MALE!

#4- A GIANT tabasco bottle!

I always swallow your sauce! Time of revenge... swallow that spicy sauce!

Mens just have this thing for hot sauce; they think it's very male to be able to drink shooters of vodka/tabasco!  Girls think it's just dumb, but however... it's not a list of gifts for girls!  Improve your boyfriend's testosterone with a hot gift like this and be sure to have a hot night waiting for you!

#3- A Sport Illustrated Subscription for the year.

I still don't understand why this magazine is called "SPORTS" illustrated!

It should be more like: "MELONS" illustrated of "Gisele Bundchen almost naked" Illustrated

Let's face it: Men love to stare at nude (or almost nude) women... You'll seem like a cool girlfriend or girl friend if you give this to your man.  

#2- A paintball gun... but then you should get one too!

Great excuse to have a sexy shower with your companion... ;)

#1- A FleshLight.... you mean flashlight... no, a fleshlight!

It's exactly what you think it is:
A place where bananas get peeled.

You'll understand that this is truly a buddy for your straight FRIEND!  Don't give that to your boyfriend, you may regret it!... What if he dumps you for the fleshlight?!?!  Haha :P



That's it for the straight friends gifts...


If you want to know WHAT NOT TO GIVE TO A STRAIGHT FRIEND follow this link!... http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/5979982/the_5_worst_holiday_or_christmas_gifts.html?cat=46

Terrine: XXXmas Gifts for Gay Friends!

If you go on eBay today you'll see the "days till Xmas Countdown"... As I know everyone is stressing out to make sure they find the rights gifts for friends, lover(S), family, etc.  I'm going to give you some suggestions during the week!  Let's start with...

My top five XXXmas gifts for a gay friend:

5-  A Sexy Santa Claus Costume (SSCC)... not very original but always funny!... and sexy! haha

Oops we're under the mistletoe!... Let's have a juicy kiss!

4- A Naughty Animal... just like Rodzilla's Dog.  It always wants to fuck!!! 

Woof!

3- Mariah Carey's new Christmas album!

All I want for Christmas i-iii-i-is yoOoOoOoOoOoOoOuUuUuUuUuU...
(trying to write the way she screams when she sings!!)

2- A poster of my younger brother Chad White nude.

I'm dreaming of a "WHITE" Christmas! Hohoho

1- A FCKH8 T-shirt

... Actually it's the only serious gift you should give to your gay friend.  Those t-shirts are for an organization that supports gay marriages in the USA!  ( http://fckh8.com/ )

Hope you enjoyed it... Tomorrow's gonna be another Top five!

St-Lawrence: Jon Lajoie: Regular, Everyday, Normal Guy

This guy is a legend! Every video he has shot made me Laugh My Fucking Ass Off! Jon Lajoie was born in MTL (he went to Dawson college!) and is now well known all across America thanks to his hilarious videos on Youjizz Youtube. You may also know him as MC Vagina or the Regular, Everyday, Normal guy. He also makes stand-up comic shows in both Canada and the USA. So if he ever performs on a scene next to your place... don't miss the opportunity to see this living god of humour!

Jon's "Pop Song"

His Hands Commercial:

 

"[He] Kill[s] People":

BTW he has just released his second album... available on iTunes.

Rodzilla: Danish Pastry II

There are a few things that went bananas during my five-day trip to Copenhagen; starting with the sauna, then I wanted to feed my growing appetite for sex (not for food, trust me; everything was expensive and plain) so I thought of another way to fulfill it.

That was pretty much the worst idea of my life; I went out taking a walk at midnight at ørstedsparken, a notable park for its gay scene. I was walking quite peacefully when I realized that a creepy fuck was following me since a few minutes, I got nervous and as I terribly needed to pee, I thought it would be bright to go lock myself in the park’s public restrooms to evacuate while he’d get lost.

Agrandir le plan

Gosh was I dumb to think so! He followed me to these secluded dark washrooms and stayed in while I tried to do a number one. I was so scared that he was a murderer or just some sort of mentally-ill creep with a fixed idea of getting me as dinner. I couldn’t pee and didn’t want to wait too long as I was getting more and more stressed out about the whole situation so I got out of the john real quick, ran outside and left the park in a hurry. No misfortune happened and I’m so thankful! Just imagine having to deal with some sort of crap like that while traveling by yourself in a foreign country without anyone you know!

On my last day in Denmark, I went at a local café to lunch and rest, and met this cute local Danish boy called Kristian. I found him very attractive with his blond hair, light blue eyes, summer tan, cold Danish attitude, square jaw and rough accent. I chatted with him for almost an hour and had a good time. Before walking out, I handed him my email address and so did he with his. I told him we could be pen pals so that next time I’d go to Denmark, I could save my pesos. I then once again naïvely thought something could have happened out of it but nothing materialized.

I need to mention that even if this article sounds like I’m dissing Copenhagen, I quite enjoyed it and felt like it was exotic, special and cool. The city is very pretty and has a lot of historic backgrounds that are rich and rewarding. I particularly enjoyed the harbour, Kastellet, Christianshavn, Kongens Nytorv, the Danish Royal House, Ny Havn, the Vor Frelsers Kirke, Amager Strand Park, the beach in Klampenborg and so much more! My biggest disappointment wasn’t even my misadventures with the Danes themselves (of course not, they’re hot ;-)) but mainly the absence of “The Little Mermaid” statue in the harbour which was in China for the whole length of the Shanghai Expo.

Rodzilla: Danish Pastry

As previously mentioned in one of my September articles, "Danske Invasion", I went to Denmark and Sweden (and other countries) last summer.

First off, I need to tell you how randy I was about going there! It’s been such a long time since I fantasized about visiting the Vikings and their bodies countries :-P! I actually went to Copenhagen and this, on my own since Fabulous Andy didn’t want to accompany me up North as she felt it seemed “excremely boring”. May sound lonesome and boring to some of you, but as for myself, I was über-ecstatic to finally get a piece of Nordic blonds’ ass.

Before I go into intimate details with this story, I need to contextualize the situation I was in when I landed on Copenhagen’s Kastrup Lufthavn’s tarmac: I had stayed on my own in flawless Amsterdam for the last five days and had had Dutch “sightseeing” which eventually led to my burning desire to have raunchy garage sex. I had resisted going out chasing beasts or popping it wild at nearby saunas which left me greedy and thus, needy. While on the plane (at 8h30 fucking AM), I was feeling tired but yet truthfully excited to be about to land in “Northern Sex Haven”.

I arrived in Copenhagen two hours later and the weather was awfully shitty and cold compared to what I had benefited in Amsterdam. Nevertheless, I wasn’t disappointed when looking at hot “Great Danes”. It was more that I could handle and I knew it, that’s why I found the address of a sauna in Copenhagen’s micro-gaybourhood and planned to go there on my very first night. And that’s basically what I did but as naïve and unaware about what gay saunas implied, I simply thought that I could go there to “relax”, shower and bethink myself. The sauna was called the “Amigo Sauna” and is supposedly the most notorious sauna in Copenhagen and in Denmark. Here’s the Google Map link (in case you’re close to there and want to “sneak a peak”):

Agrandir le plan

and their website link: http://www.amigo-sauna.dk/ 

What astonishment was it to have been there less than five minutes and already be having pervert hands strolling down on me! I was actually in a “dark room” of a Finnish sauna and the “strolling pervert hands” were those of a 60-some old creepy fuck! I was so surprised, agitated and speechless that I just didn’t know how to react: I stood still, cold as ice (just like most Danes act all the time) and didn’t mutter a word. I handled it for a few seconds and then left the room.

I then wanted to go around the sauna to see how the rest of the installations were looking. There were something like three floors and the upper ones were sort of whorehouse-looking. It had kind of a creepy atmosphere; TV screens displayed everywhere with gay porn playing on them and plenty of small booths built to accommodate “flirting at its climax”. I quickly began to be horny and seek to copulate. I sashayed around all the hallways looking for the hottest piece of Dane I could find and hunt down one that appeared to be just fine. I invited him to join me and we started kissing and frolicking and stuff when I suddenly started feeling guilty and bad thinking about all the illnesses or viruses that I could catch in a place like that! And as I began worrying about it, God must have heard my discomfort because at that very moment, my nose went dry and ran with blood everywhere. I excused myself, went to the bathroom and wiped it until it stopped bleeding. And there it went: I told him I was feeling sick and weird and that I needed to go back to my (shitty) hotel and sleep. I never saw him again.

Fabulous Andy: Vamos a la Playa

Quebecers love going down south during the winter, especially in a place where no Americans are admitted: CUBA.

Rodzilla, Terrine and many other people, including myself, have been considering going to a cheap resort for a week after our university winter semester. Cuba might be an option, since the Dominican Republic is right next to Haiti's cholera epidemic.

That's too bad; when I went to the Dominican Republic two years ago, I had a blast. Male employees or vendors were constantly asking us to marry them, we could eat like pigs and pina coladas in the morning were quite common. We would wake up to wander on the beach, then go to bed at 3 a.m. after having had one (or two, or three or fifteen) too many cervezas... Priceless!

My best memory, of course, excluding discussing religion with an ex-drug-dealer preacher, is Luìs. He worked at the equipment hanger where he would rent stuff for fat-ass couples who pretend to do some sport together to compensate for their boring sex life. And so my friend and I went the the hanger to get a surfboard, but my good intentions flew away when I heard his raspy Spanish accent. Plus, he had golden eyes.

Who the HELL on Earth has golden eyes? Apparently, he does!

Luìs pretended to be the resort's dance teacher, which I believed. I found that so hot, in fact, that I had my legs spread open the day after... in the hanger. My friends were playing volleyball outside. I didn't want to play anyways, 'cause... I suck (at volleyball, you perverts).

This short adventure ended not long after due to my plane ticket. Of course, some promises were made, he said I was the love of his life and that we should keep contact. Mi amor, mi amor, bla, bla. I knew it was going to happen; therefore, I had prepared myself mentally to smile and tell him it wouldn't work out. I can barely speak Spanish, he could barely speak English. Communicating was an issue!

What do you guys think of girls who actually believe those guys? They may be muy caliente, but taking care of someone who can only sleep, eat and fuck in your homeland is a totally other story. I mean, they can go crazy over let's say fair-skinned women with blue eyes and blonde hair (such as myself), but they will soon realize that there are plenty of them here anyways!

I've heard some really nice stories about women who fell in love on a trip in a poorer country and that are now married and have kids. Things that happen down south must stay down south, in my opinion. Pictures of you drunk and naked in Cuba on Facebook is not an everyday situation, so "falling in love" with somebody you've known for 3 days is certainly not a lifetime option when it comes to paying bills!

Rodzilla: Cut The Shit

Lemme make it clear to you right away, this is and will be my most disgusting article EVER lol!!! I know, I know, you might be scared but hey, it's worth it.

So what I really wanna discuss here is when one is having a lil' problem with his rear end while on a date. What  I mean by this is when you're on a date (or a hook up) and everything is apparently going on just fine when suddenly pop! you feel your stomach gasping and reprimanding you for what you have just eaten. In most cases, we call this gases, in some moderate cases, it can occur as constipation but hey in severe cases, one can experience friggin' DIARRHEA on a date!!!!

That's gross and hell, I know it! I've actually had that issue when I was on a very stressful date three years ago. I had been seduced by an obnoxious, over-the-top diva called Jean-Charles who was everything but pleasant. The dude always called his buddies and well, everybody "Coco" but what was über-irritating was his complete non-sense of saying "Chaboom" to anything cool or nice that you'd say. I could barely stand it!

Anyways, I need to tell y'all that even if I wasn't truly interested about him, I nonetheless felt a lil' something about having been approached by him since he was quite good-looking and had a nice pâté (and a tight ass). Though I never thought even for one second that I could bear being called "Coco" and having to add "Chaboom" to my everyday slang. So as we were on our second shitty date -like, literally- we went shopping and as a cheap bastard than I am, didn't buy anything lol! He or I could almost say she, didn't buy anything either and acted like a Hollywood starlet all the time which made me feel bored and annoyed. As we were about to end our shit, we went to eat lunch at the Food court of a downtown mall. I had tortellini with rosé sauce and ate it faster than when a woman ovulates.

Thereafter, we started chatting about him (of course, in his book, he was so interesting and amazing) which bored the shit out of me and combined with the pastas, tossed the shit out of me. I quickly started having gases and had the worst stomachache ever. I think they'd grade up for a 10 on the Richter scale haha! The worst part of the story is that I think he noticed my internal digestion. In this kind of situation, St-Lawrence would say "cut the crap" as he likes to quote that in order to finish something as quick as possible. But in this case, I really needed to "cut the shit" as I needed to evacuate my guts out. I excused myself, went to the bathroom and shitted for like 45 minutes!!!!!!!! Afterwards, when I came back to the table he said "man that was long"! I lied and said I had gotten lost trying to find the restrooms! Our date ended a few minutes after and we never met together again!

Furthermore, if y'all need to poop on a date, end it up before shitting. Find an excuse to simply withdraw from the date instead of going to the bathroom for hours and coming back to your date with a shitty excuse. You should literally, cut the shit and leave. Especially if you're a gay man or a lesbian since your mate can accompany you to the same bathroom! Plus please, please, pretty PLEASE, don't have sex if you have haemorrhoids or diarrhea; CHILD, THAT'S NASTY!!!

I'll end up in beauty with a lovely picture that I found on the net that best expresses what laxative food and drinks such as Coke can make you experience:

Terrine: Ex-Boyfriends' Jewels?

(Not to get confused... I mean real jewels made of crystal, saphire, gold... Not the family jewels our ex-boyfriends have between their two legs! Understand?!?  :P)

At the weekly breakfast of the crew this morning, Fabulous Andy said she'd like to sell a Swarovski necklace her ex-boyfriend gave her for her birthday last summer.  It made me wonder: is it okay to wear ex-boyfriends' jewels?  (In fact, it's a very actual question for me, as I started to wear one of my ex's jewels again).

I think that right after a break-up, every girl should take all of the jewels a boy gave her, put it in a box in her wardrobe and forget them for the time that the relationship lasted.  For example, I started wearing my ex-boyfriend's jewels back yesterday because we had dated for a year and 3 months and I broke up with him on something like the 15th or 16th August 2009.  So I think that selling jewelry should only be an option for the women who have dated a man for like 25 years...  Otherwise... just wait a little and it's going to be okay!

So Fab... you don't have to sell the necklace. Just put it in a box in your wardrobe and forget it until next year! ;)

What do you think about that rule?

Rodzilla: Butt Camp

Huh lolz I just found this on the web y'all! How funny?! It's called Butt Camp and is presented as "Harder...Longer  and Gayer than Glitter"!!! It's actually not that dumb (you're probably thinking: really?!) since the exercises that they recommand are truthfully good for thy ole butt! Kyle, one of the coaches is quite hot and the cheesy retro softcore porn tone of the vids make me love it even more! That might be a good XXXmas gift!

http://www.buttcampdvd.com/

Trailer:

The "Butt Flex" Workout:

Butt-a-licious!

Rodzilla: Takin' Me Higher

Hey y'all!! Here's sexy aussi Kylie Minogue and Taio Cruz's new duet entitled "Higher"! Gotta love it! Actually the clip is entertaining but I'm not quite sure whether I like the concept; I feel like it doesn't really fit with the song and its vibe. Plus Kylie's smoking hot bod and fashionable facial features are not displayed at their best if you want my opinion. Anyways, it's still worth watching, I mean it's Kylie! :

St-Lawrence: On the Pursuit of Happiness

Let me all introduce myself to you folks. As you may all know by now… Yes, I’m the famous St-Lawrence and this is my first (hope not last) post on the blog!

About me, Rodzilla would describe me as a straight-crazy-mothafucka… Terrine as the Barney ‘Legendary’ Stinson…and Fabulous Andy as… well… you should ask her! According to myself, I love to quote Big Bank Hank from the late ‘70s rap group The Sugarhill Gang in the song Rapper’s Delight in order to describe myself: ‘’Yeah I’m six-foot one and tons of fun’’. I look like that typical hetero, the guy that doesn’t-really-want-to-be-in-a-committed-relationship-but-sometimes-had-to-in-order-to-have-sex-but-thank-god-they-didn’t-last-long. Don’t worry faithful followers; I’m not here to complain about my shitty past relationships, nor my shitty past sex partners (well I might mention some of them some time…).

My real reason of being in this blog would be more to talk to you about what is going on in my life, or what I call my pursuit of happiness. You see, even if I may look like one of those Lynx football players built-like-a-train-nothin’-in-tha-brain, because I wasn’t made in the same thin cake pan as our friend Rodzilla (nice pâté BTW single dude), I surely don’t look the same from the inside. I can say I’m smart because I always had good report cards or because I have opinions, but I’d rather say I’m smart because I can wisely manage my emotions. I know how to use them and I don’t always hide them as normal, so-proud-to-be heteros. I’m not saying that you will see me crying because I scratched my knee or nail or such (I still have my pride)… I just know how to be compassionate, sincere and respectful to others.

My pursuit of happiness is about seizing opportunities and enjoying life as much as I can. It is also about having a career and earning a good bread for a living. Besides, it’s about women, the ones that had and will stop by my way and the one that will go along with. Nonetheless, the most important thing is about my friends and what they bring to me. My friendships have always been my real relationships; they are the only ones that last, that I really cared about and that I really wanted to keep. I love my friends and I’m loyal to them. And this is especially true about my three bloggies-homies. It may not have been a long time since I know them, but believe me; you want them in your life, no doubt about it.

So to y’all assholes of the world, if you want a piece of ass from horny Rodzilla, femme-fatale Terrine or bootylicious Fabulous Andy… be nice guyz… ‘cuz da crew now has a dog… St-Lawrence is in da house mothafucka!!!… and I might bark very little but I know how to bite.

Rodzilla: Big Machete

'Ight guys this is the trailer of the dazzling film "Machete" directed by my father Robert Rodriguez (just kidding). It is awesome! Fabulous Andy, St-Lawrence, Terrine and I watched it last friday night when we did a sort of Pajama Party at St-Lawrence's. In fact, I should say that only Fabulous Andy and I watched it 'cuz Terrine and St-Lawrence fell asleep and didn't watch any of it lolz! Hope you'll enjoy, don't forget to take a sneek peak at Jessica Alaba and Michelle Rodriguez' pâtés. Me gusta Western Spaghettis!

Rodzilla: Drag Behaviour

I dated a drag queen last February.

You know how it goes with relationships, you never really know neither what’s happening nor what is about to happen but I think nothing can be more miscellaneous and hazardous than my relationship with that Drag Queen lol!

Her/his name is inspired by his/her native Caribbean island which is the same than Rihanna (Barbados); so let's call that Drag Queen "La Isla Bonita". So everything started when I attended a show at Le Cabaret Mado last February. He/she spotted me in the crowd and went dancing with me and we chatted. He/she/it seemed interested and aroused by me. I felt very flattered and thought about the same regarding him since he/she had a very edible pâté and a Nutella skin tone. Aside from Nutella Versace, Nutella turns me on.

So we sort of flirted and I went to one of his parties (I think I already told you previously). Naïve as I am, I believed we could take that soon-to-be relationship to the next level as he/she had an undergraduate diploma, a full-time job and seemed to be quite serious for a Drag Queen. I asked him/her out next week after the party and he/she completely ditched me. I was mad. He/she then texted me and excused him/herself for the inconvenience. I was still upset so I just told him I was going to Vancouver and Seattle the same week so we wouldn’t meet before at least two weeks or so.

He/she never called me back and to be honest, neither did I. I was just too upset about having been ignored so gnarly. I felt like it was his/her turn to contact me. This of course, never happened so we ended up never talking to each other from then until yesterday night! Yup lol, we finally saw each other again. Actually it wasn’t even intentional ‘cuz we had gone to the Cabaret just to have a blast since Fabulous Andy had a friend of hers dancing in the “So We Think We Can Dance” Drag cover. What’s just weird is that “La Isla Bonita” acknowledged my presence in the audience and greeted me during the show, went to chat with me (though very quickly) after it and seemed to be almost glad to see me.

What’s so awkward is that he/she/it then left the stage and dance floor to go hide backstage. I then saw him/her/it again as he/she was leaving and he/she totally ignored me and almost looked repentant speaking with me twice in one evening. From now on, I added a rule to my “Misfortune Dating Guide” which goes as follows: “Thou shalt not date nor copulate with a Drag Queen, ye ol’ Stick shalt keep asleep when in presence of they”.

That’s all for now folks, hope you enjoyed the article. I need to mention though that I do not dislike Drag Queens; they’re very entertaining and shit but when it comes to a serious date or potential boyfriend, things get fucked up and I’m never sure of how to act with them: they’re big Drama Queens. The only Drag Queens that seem datable would be RuPaul and NYC’s Hedda Lettuce.



Rodzilla: Beyoncé Gives Me Fever

Geez! I'm not really surprised to hear that this video was banned to air before 19h30 in the UK!! I mean it's really great and sells the product perfectly and definitely does it for me but I have to agree; it shouldn't be watched by younger viewers! I mean c'mon Beyowolf! This is like Soft-Porn lolz! But y'all have to agree it's really hot and steamy! Loves it and loves Beyoncé!!!

Fabulous Andy: November Blues

Ugh. It's so cold outside, I just feel like staying home and cozying up in front of the fireplace.

There is one problem, however: I have no fireplace! HA!

Seriously, people in general get a bit depressed during the autumnal transition. We don't see the sun as often, it's cold outside, leaves are rotting and they smell like shit. How can one possibly live without some everyday stimulation? I suspect people might be masturbating more often not for the fun of it, but because they're so depressed and found nothing else to make them happier. That is, unless you get an orgasmic reaction when Christmas shopping in advance, like my mum.

Autumn is also a period where I find myself wanting to cozy up and mate more than usual. Slightly depressed? Maybe.

I was born in the summer, will die during the summer. I live for warmth, so when I don't have it, I feel quite unbalanced. I've worked myself up and found a stable sex solution to compensate for my November blues. This might or might not be a temporary solution, as Christmas usually gets my spirits high. Watch out, Santa... Ho, ho, hoe!

Rodzilla: Old School Nirvana

And nope, I'm not talking about the Seattle sensational group entitled "Nirvana" but some old school divas who with their mighty voices, could bring us to Nirvana! So I've talked to y'all about my burning love for Mariah and C'Lyn (ghetto name for Céline Dion) but how about the famed crazy diva Twittney Houston?!! I just LOVE her too!!! Oh and the other day I was feeling so blue and depressed, I really needed something to enlighten my day and let's be honest guys, carbs and chocolate are the best revivers for that matter but hey, I'm tryna keep on lookin' fine so I need to avoid shitty food! So is there anything better as a second choice reviver than listening to some '80s and '90s blasting joints? I don't think so! Oh and Whitney's songs are just so contagious! I can't help it! Actually I had never really watched her music videos and had never really thought about how good-looking this woman is! I mean look at those legs! No doubt she was a Fashion model prior to debuting her music career! She was über-hot, it's so sad that Crack and all the shit she's taken have "cracked" her voice :-(!

The very up-tempo "I Wanna Dance With Somebody":

Up next: the song that best describes my incapacity to understand anything that relates to relationships:



The unforgettable "I Will Always Love You":

Rodzilla: Completely Gratuitous

Hahaha St-Lawrence showed me this video of a weird young man rapping on a G-Unit song along with... no one else but 50 Cent himself lolz!!!

--> My new dada: Indian videos "translated" into English!

Rodzilla: Gay For Pay

Whoever has already "surfed" a gay porn website or heard about them knows that some of the actors auto-label themselves as "gay for pay". In case some of y'all readers don't know what this term means well I'll explain it to ya. Gay for pay signifies that a person (male or female) would be willing to act gay -that is having sex with a person of the same sex- in a taped sex scene or in private in order to get money (whether from Porn producers or from "whore customers").

I know it sounds real bad well child that's exactly what it is: it IS bad!!! Can you believe that someone 100% straight -especially a guy- would be willing to have sex with a person of the same sex just for some loose cash? How desperate and self-disrepectful! I'm not saying it is bad for a "straight guy" to try something here and there (actually not at all) but still it's pretty weird to me! I mean I can't believe that some men who are supposedly not attracted to other men whatsoever would be willing to have sex with them (being whether a top or a BOTTOM). That is, especially since the latter is negatively viewed among the straight community. I had heard of the matter a long time ago but never really cared since I felt heartless for straight dudes lol! No offense St-Lawrence! But the thing is after watching some porn Tyra Banks's special episode on her eponymous show about the problem I realized how much of an important issue it was.

The most shocking thing to me is the fact that even myself -a gay man- wouldn't accept to have taped sex nor to engage in the porn business so why would straight guys be more willing to do so?! I know it's definitely an issue about money, hence the name of the term but hey, isn't it like doing something against your own will? Maybe it's a bit sado-maso. If you ask me, those guys are probably half-closeted men who are ready to have sex with other men on tape but since they're getting paid to do so, they'll lie saying it's only for the money!

Why don't these very guys go out in the village and stop having girlfriends? Some of us might like to experience what it's like, playing with someone of experience! :-P

Rodzilla: Kylie'N Gay Porn Stars!!! Perfect Match

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Rodzilla: Possible Fashion Trend or Mental Illness?!

As fashion has never stopped evolving since the last centuries, I was wondering about how could it potentially become even more avant-gardiste ya know?! That's when I started thinking that maybe we would all become more androgynous like high fashion models in the nearby future. That would imply men wearing skirts, heels, dresses and shiz and girls wearing... well pretty much everything they're already wearing but maybe pants, ties and hats more often!

So if you understood well: the main point is to make modern men less constipated than their grandpas who in their 20s, thought grey shirts and brown socks were fashionable! Therefore, I believe that men are the targetted ones who will need to earn their fashion stripes from their ladies. One of the clothing that inspires me the most is definitely the legging lolz! I don't know why but I like the fact that it tightens your calf muscles and gives an illusion of thinness and sportiness.

Women have been wearing them heavily since the 80s but will men ever start wearing them? As a hint to your info: myself, Rodzilla, wear Cherry's leggings to sleep and sometimes, exercise in the morning before taking a shower. I like the way it looks on me but to be honest, I'd be way too ashamed to walk in the street with that kinda thing lolz!!! But maybe if one day Canadians and Americans could stop having the same moral values than Stephen Harper, we might come to a certain open-mindedness where men could be eccentric and glossy just like the Brits in their movies! 

I mean Marc Jacobs has been wearing skirts since a while now and everyone seems to have gotten used to it. I'm totally sure that the next step is leggings. Anyways folks, you might laugh of me but if it ever becomes a fashion trend someday, I'll totally be whoring myself out as the one who coined it! Oh and don't give this scoop to Nutella Versace; she'd be willing to do anything to save her sorry ass and family business from bankruptcy!

Rodzilla: XXXmas In My Heart

I know it's a little early to listen to Christmas songs but I just can't help it!!! I'm oh-SO eager for my semester to end and I can't wait for Christmas! I think this year will be very cheesy and festive :-P! I'm kinda sad to have decided not to leave for the South (or the North; I wanted to visit my friends in Norway) during the holidays but anyways, let's face things in a positive way: I'm gonna keep my dineros for later! So if you're feeling cheesy and ecstatic for Christmas to come, go watch the videos posted under!

--> Mimoo's new "Oh Santa" XXXmas hit, how cool and 70s-like?! I wish Nick Cannon and her coulda leaked a Sextape on the web for Christmas lol, would have been funny!

-->¨The undespicable Janice Dickinson and her wishful "Twelve Days of Christmas":

--> Destiny's Child's puppetted video for "Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer":

--> Wham!'s ULTIMATE classic, "Last Christmas, I made my coming out":

--> BONUS: Another Mimaloo holiday video, "All I Want For Christmas Is You" So So Def Remix:

--> Next 2 videos: Christmas in Sweden with Günther and Inga lolz!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGBuSzgPKLE

Sorry for the URL link for Inga; the Embed was disabled, Entschuldigen Sie!

Terrine: RunAway

I know we're all in a kind of love-hate relationship after what he did to Taylor Swift (even though he was right according to me... there is just some things that such can't be done!).... I JUST LOVE his new video runaway!

Rodzilla: Good Karaoke Songs

Hi y'all folks! As we were sorta playing Karaoke at Terrine's fab crib on the South shore last saturday, St-Lawrence, Fabulous, Terrine and I went into singing the cheesiest shiz ever! How embarassing?! Well actually it's not, especially since I was super stressed and depressed so it helped me to enlighten myself and thus my life :-P Yeah! So here are the cheesy joints we sang along with:

--> Plus notice the hot chocolate jock Tyson Beckford in the "Un-break My Heart" by Toni Braxton, how yummy?!

-->Oh and you should see Terrine do her sexy belly dance on "Suerte" (Spanish version of Whoever, Whatever)

--> And you should've heard the insanity we have profane instead of the real lyrics of the songs!!

Terrine: Two Weeks!

A few weeks ago, I went to a friend's birthday party in a very "chic" Resto and Club in Montreal on a friday night.  The ratio women:men was of like 1:3... what else to say... it was an "easy-to-score" night!  So, no surprises I met a men, let's call him Blablabla, and I ended up kissing with him in the bar.  

But the thing is that, when you kiss a guy in a club, the music is loud and you're tipsy!  As a matter of fact, you can't understand anything of what the guy is saying, and it's the same for him (I guess)...  So we kind of talked in the club... but I can't tell you anything of this conversation... I didn't understand a word of it... so I just nodded and said yes to everything he said.

When the night ended up, I had to walk a little to get back to my car, and, as a gentleman, he offered himself to accompany me to my car.  But as we walked, we talked a little (otherwise, it would have been awkward) and I then realized I was just not that into him!... And then it hit me, he told me back what he had told me that this night was just a beginning and that we had a great future in front of us. WTF*** A FUTURE???... And (as I hadn't understood a word of that back in the club, I had nodded and said yes to that!!!!)

As we arrived at the car, I sure didn't want to spend the rest of the night with him... and he wanted to know when we would see each other again... having nothing else to say, I invited him to the party my friend (Rodzilla) was throwing at his home the next night... and he came!

But as I arrived late at my party on saturday, the host (Rodzilla) was already drunk and most of the people were leaving.  So... it ended up with Rodzilla, Fabulous Andy, Blablabla and me talking a at table while drinking gin tonic and water for Rodzilla!  That's when Rodzilla told Blablabla: "You just don't know what you got yourself in... Terrine isn't just a simple girl, she's over EVERYTHING, and you're relationship with her won't last more than two weeks.  It's just the way it is... Two weeks is the time it takes her to get over things! " 

It's such an horrible thing to say to a guy who just started dating you!!!... but I'll never be thankful enough to Rodzilla for that.  The next two weeks I had no time to see the guy while I had exams at school... and then two weeks after we met, he sent me a text message.

Blablabla: Would you like to go out tonight???

Me: I would have liked to, but I'm pretty busy... still got two exams to do and then I'm done.... call me next week!  

Blablabla: It's been two weeks...

I didn't answer to the last message, 'cause I still wasn't into him and had no clue how to tell him.  And he never called me after this message...!

So what you should learn from this short story is that:  Every girl needs a gay friend to get rid of the boys she's just not that into!

Rodzilla: Women Should Show Their Breasts More Often

Lol I found this on the internet and felt like sharing! I know it's in French so many of you might not be able to understand but you can always just listen to the protagonist's sexy french accent. It's mainly a campaign of sensibilization toward Breast Cancer but uses humour and sex appeal to send the message :-P! Loves it!

Lutte contre le cancer du sein
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