I received a PM from the Camera of Death, asking that I document its vacation with current owner, Luke Ford.
"Can I interest you two gentlemen in a signed copy of
XXX-Communicated: A Rebel Without A Shul? It would be helpful if one of you was called Holly"
The Camera of Death tells me there are two interpretations to this image. Either Luke has found the collective, cold hollow soul of pornography, or this is an artist's impression of Hillary Scott's rectum after another year in porn.
Attendance figures for the annual Luke Ford beach party were unavailable at the time of going to press.
"We wait for nightfall, then kill everyone at the house" OR:
Little House Near A Fairy (sorry Luke, can't resist, but it's nicer than what Spallone calls you)
"Act casual, I just took a dump in the dean's desk"
This is exactly the sort of tough guy squint that gets Luke in to trouble with AVN staffers
Ansel Adams is no doubt spinning in his grave. In black and white.
Luke smiling. This is actually worth keeping.
Heterosexual male with a copy of a Paglia book? That's not so much a waterfall in the background as a large douche
From Ansel Adams to Atlas, Luke does them all
With no access to the Internet, Luke entertains himself by modeling El Capitan using his own feces.
Luke with uncharacteristic wood
My God. Now I know how Holly felt. That sweaty, Antipodean face above you, puffing, panting, grimacing. Oh, the humanity!