Subsequent to that...

1. Monstar said he saw noahped from JennaGate.

2. AC McFanboy showed up at the JM booth around 4:00 or so. I hadn't seen his fanboy shoes yet but they are patent leather TarHeel blue. I was wrong from earlier...he hadn't shaved...more whores abused by this guy's brillo-face.

3. Following on my Smelly Monkey carnage comment, Jeff has an absolutely incendiary idea...totally fucked up.

4. Ava Devine shows up. True to whore form...she's shorter than I thought. Huge tits. Fanboys grope her rack more often than Kyoto melts down. I congratulate her for keeping more clothes on longer than I have ever seen her.

5. In a mad rush to get back to the Venetian for get in line for this AVN show...I look at my watch and then realize that I've forgotten to move my car's clock back and hour (Arizona-MST Nevada-PST). I've gotten in line an hour too early...and missed a confab with Duke Floored, Burg and Christee Lee.

6. Missed my chance to take my favorite pic---Lexi Bardot at the Naughty America booth with my cell phone in her ass crack (partially--I read that story).

7. Riding in an elevator with Pamela Peaks. On a trip to drop some shit off in my car...someone is racing towards the elevator door yelling, "Finally someone talked about something other than my tits." She hasblonde hair and a blue top.

It's Pamela Peaks

The only response I could come up with was, "Well, I'm sure there are lots of other things people comment on."

"Yeah, no kidding." She replies and exits.

8. I had to go to my car because everyone is handing out more free shit than I can carry, and I'm not getting one fo the fanboy bags. I could not buy another porn or subscribe to another website for the next 365 days and be able to rub one out three times a day to something different every time. In snapping a pic of "Alleged Kyoto," Tiffany Holliday offers to autograph a calendar for me. I asked her to sign it to Ashley Blue. Tiffany looks like Calvin from "Calvin & Hobbes" used to when the little black smoke fumed out his head.

9. On the way to the show, I spot one of the whores sitting on the floor in the elevator lobby on the 10th floor of the parking garage (I know, the car again). She doesn't look happy. Not suicidal either, so I leave her alone to wait for her dealer. I can't say for certain, but it closely resembles the whore I saw two days earlier, complaining that she passed out at the Circle Bar. No...she wasn't complaining that she passed out. She complained that her friends told her she wouldn't have passed out if she'd eaten some food, which she interpreted in her stupid porn-whore brain that she was fat.

Whores...