What a shame the poor groom's bride who's a whore turns 37 today.

Robbye is what happens when fat, ugly, alcoholic, drug-addicted and untalented collide with irresponsible and delusional.

"Robbye" whose name is derived from the middle English "Robb" for to steal and "Ye" once used objectively in the second person singular or plural, as in she will "Rob You," spend the days of her marital bliss trying to find ways of mooching off her husband Norman Bentley, a small time porn director. Enriching her net worth, padding her resume and drinking his liquor cabinet dry.

Norman actually got No-Talent Robbye, as her mother calls her, some directing work. Or should I say "co-director" work. In other words he let her put a credit card on his work.

Soon after she got her first credits and a page on IAFD, which is every parents dream for their child, they broke up. It was time to get half his stuff, some alimony for the drug habit, and break off to independently profit from her documented directing acumen, or so was the delusion.

As offers, came there NONE. To date, she has NO directing credit after her parting ways with Norman. Not ONE on her own. EVER.

But, she's not one to go down without making a public spectacle of herself. Not her.

I recall Luke Ford dishing some dirt on her getting fired by her husband and the studio. She spent her days in search of someone to help her get a cellphone or a computer. I recall her brown-nosing true talent like Holly Randall for support and a free drink.

The only thing worthless fugly pile of lard and mope jizz had in common with Holly was a drinking problem. But, to her it was the same.

Holly directed movies, Robbye got her then husband to say she directed movies. Holly was a real and talented photographer, Robbye imagined herself a real and talented photographer. Holly is a thick, scrumptious POS, some guy who got Robbye to give him a BJ while she wore a paperbag on her head told her she was, too.

Delusion is Robbye's solace.



Robbye emailed this to Luke to post for her from rehab:

"The journal I kept is priceless...I think I'm eventually going to write a book about my life. A pornographer...battling a drug and alcohol addiction, and her recovery...what a juicy read. I wonder what the next chapter is going to be about."

This phony director and pretend photog suddenly found herself without anyone interested in her alleged talents. No photo work. No directing gigs. And, oddly enough no book deal. What a shocker!!

It took her less than four years to burn through whatever she stole from Norman. It was then we found what "the next chapter was going to be about." Whoring.

Oddly, most drug addicts girls who whore do that BEFORE rehab. But, no matter. Robbye blazes trails. Robbye breaks the mold.

She might be the ONLY woman in the history of porn who went from exclusively from the director side of the camera to exclusively to the performer side. Only to be completely unnoticed by most for either.

Rent was due, as we say. So, Robbye did what she saw other pathetic ugly women do. I mean she "directed" Katja Kassina and Sandra Romain, for Christ's sake.

She decided to get on bent knees and suck and fuck on camera. An atrocity for the eyes for most of us. But, the electric stayed on in her tenement.

Unlike the burning of the herpes, the paychecks didn't last. No one came calling for more work. Hell, Tritone didn't even whine for her to do IR. Sad. So, very, very sad.


By the next year, someone here found her "providing". Or more directly, attempting to provide. Which is far, far more pathetic.


Robbye the wife, director and wannabe photographer had become Robbye the unwanted porn whore, the client-less hooker and a designated HPV supercolony.


I don't know what scam this gelatinous mound of ugly, this insult to white skin, blonde hair and green eyes, this director turned cum dumpster is up to these days ... she says she's a manager at an adult superstore .... might just mean she's in charge of jizz spills in the booths.

But, I did happen upon a Twitter for those with lower standards than I interested in helping out a worthless over-the-hill jelly-belly whore with a few bucks for a facial, you can tweet her here ....

https://twitter.com/robbyebentley

To be fair, she directed a lesbian series for BangBros at the time when she started whoring herself for them. I remember it was kinda weird, because they cancelled her series like a month after she did her first scene for them. Also she had at least one client as an escort; there used to be a review on TER.

So what is the scenario here fatman?

Fatty watching a porno and comes across scene of this whore.

Fatty repulsed.

Fatty continues to watch.

Fatty goes on decades following fat whore.

Fatty decides to post a diatribe about the whore.


End of day bot are fatty's

Fatty posting on XPT comes across fake, unattractive brown-nosing photographer posting here.

Fatty repulsed.

Fatty posting on XPT comes across LukeIsBack blog entry about her as scheming wife.

Fatty riled.

Fatty posting on XPT comes across post about her entry into porn.

Fatty sickened.

Fatty posting on XPT comes across entry about her hooking.

Fatty shakes his head in disdain.

Fatty goes a few days without any interesting birthday girl to post about and chooses to sum up his long dormant annoyance in diatribe against whore instead of ranting at IAFD for, YET AGAIN, listing a B/C/D-list mainstreamer who they list as a porn star but only did non-sex scenes. [in this case, Devin DeVasquez]

Croc was always her biggest fan.

IIRC, that was her father or brother who posted that TER review. Or at least that was my impression.

She belongs in your "Many people in porn are plain ugly" thread.

So that's how you pronounce her name. I always pronounced it "Rob-eye" with a strong pirate accent.

I seem to remember Vincent having a thing for her way back when. Or maybe he just razzed her better. Croc I thought had it for Janet Mason.

Anyway, it's times like these when we're reminded that Robbye Bentley is a fucking idiot.