FAYNER POSTS:

Like I said before many times, T.R. is a goldmine of scandalous and hilarious content for me to absorb and pass on to you, the consumer. I'm not riding her coattails, as some of you believe. I'm not pussywhipped either. I'm just a guy in love with a chick who happens to be a magnet for trouble. So I write about her. A lot. She's my Neil Cassidey, my Brown Buffalo, my devil in a red thong. Everyone's got their muse. Taylor's mine. Deal with it or hit the showers. I hear TheRealLukeFord's got some interesting piece on Acacia for you to salivate to if you're that against the human soap opera that is my Taylor Rain.

So last night we scooted out to the valley so she could pick up her much needed weed. On the way back we needed to pick up a check I had coming to me in North Hollywood. Did I mention T.R. was a bit tipsy, a bit stoned, a wee bit heavy on the gas pedal?

She drives fast and reckless, all the time and always at full-tilt. I tell her she needs a driver to take her places 'cause she shouldn't ever be behind the wheel of an automobile that's in motion.

Cruising down Victory, from behind the shadows comes a CHIPS copper and his siren is a wailin'! Today, it seemed yesterday, is not her day. And here she was still glowing after her amazing getaway from the pigs last week. Her luck had run out. I grabbed the 1/2 oz of grass and shoved it in my sock. T.R. yelled for me to put it back in the center console. I did.

Officer asked her to step outside, where he administered some drunk tests on her. Then some more. Then some more chopper coppers hit the scene, gave her more tests. I sat in the T-Bird stoned with my dog Rhi smoking Marlboro after Marlboro, hoping to God they'd find it in their crooked hearts to set the hot gal free. No such luck. When a cruiser drove up I knew my baby was headed for jail. I sunk lower in the bucket seat and wished for a do-over. What's that Zeppelin lyric? Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good. Yeah, that's the ticket. No free ride, no collecting $200. You're going to jail baby, and I'm certain you're not stoned enough to make it out alive.

Rhi keeps growling at the fuzz who keep lurking around the car with their flashlights and cheap cologne. I'm asked to step out, which I do.

"Where's the dog's leash?" one asks me.

"Not here," I tell him.

"Why not?"

"We're in the car. I don't need one."

"Well, you can pick it up at the Van Nuys pound," says his partner.

"I don't think so," I inform them. "She's coming with me. I'm free to go, right? Right?"

"You can go."

But to where? I don't have a clue where I am, sure as shit none of my druggie friends could come and get me in the next three hours. I made one call to R. She's not polluted on narcotics, I'm positive. Thanks to this goddess from above I made it home within 20 minutes.

Hit the sheets, kept my phone on my chest to alert me of T.R.'s call from Jail.

Got it around 3 in the morning, 3-way with a bail bondsman.

"Shit Dog!" she barked, "You didn't take the weed! What's wrong with you? I have nothing to smoke when I get out! Sheeeettttt!"

"Let's deal with that later," I said, thinking the bondsman doesn't need to hear this when he's putting up $5,000 on her.

I met the bondsman around four with five hundred bucks cash in hand, literally every penny I had in my wallet. The things we do for love.

Released some time later, I fed T.R. a candy bar and cigarette, then took her back to my place, where she scraped every pipe in the joint until she was properly stoned. I thought about trying to fuck her but scratched that idea. Although banging her silly with the stench of incarceration still lurking on her was getting me horny, I nixed the idea and fell into slumber, my cute little jailbird nestled in my manly arms.

And to think, all she wanted to do last night was smoke weed and watch Lord Of The Rings The Two Towers. Almost found herself in the dark belly of the Twin Towers downtown jail instead.

And we'll have fun fun fun til the police man takes the T-Bird away.

I wish I knew what that is about Gen. But then again, I am not clued up on your other posts...too much. Or whom you love...
LB.

Its about Scott Fayner and Tayler Rain. For some reason he thinks we care about their silly little relationship. He writes all about it on lukeford.com

Oh, I see. I see. Oh dearie me...
LB.

Its his podium, he can write what he wants. Don't like it? Don't read it.

LOL i just thought it'd be entertaining to read. Not only that but a wonderful way to promote two people on how idiotic they are.

I was entertained.

I think Fayner is funny sometimes and has lots of potential to be a good writer for this industry. I was reading this article form Gene Ross today on "Can you be a Porn Star" and I had to write back.

http://adultfyi.com/index1.php


Gene,

They should have a Pay-Per-View called "Can you be a dentist receptionist for a day?" Have a film crew some new girl who had ATM(Ass-to-Mouth) the night and now we see the stuggle the next day of answering phones and filing those damn files.


Now that I would pay to watch that. Any one can be a porn star. You can be a 235 lbs. women into strap on trannies and still be consider a porn star.


Mean Gean, I can't take this industry anymore. Time for me to step in and get people focused on making this industry more creditible.Now If you'll excuse me, I got to go jerk off to the new Crystal Ray video with Skeeter Kerkove directing. Don't forget Skeeter starts directing for Private Nov.18.


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Fayner is full of shit. He tries to be ultra-cool talking about drugs- been there done that. He carries himself like he has some weight in the industry. How much is this guy making writing for lukeford?

ah Gen, i must now remind you of your guy friend who tried to get me to hook him up with porn chicks to ride in his limo cause you're as beastly as they come and he was hoping to get some real gash.
How loser can you get?
Yall can lick my dirty sack if you dont like my work. I make a great living doing this and you cant bring me down, you're a third rate whore.

If you listen closely, you can hear Fayner at his keyboard of vitriol as we speak. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to jump over to lukeford....

Fayner fayner... first off... I personally didn't know that person. Secondly, I never gave him permission to use my name to ask an offering like that. He did ask me and I told him I rather him not but if that isn't going to stop you, do as you wish. Not like I can tell you no and stop you. So he did. He thought using my name would make a difference.

DO you honestly think that I'd have that much confidence in a lame porno name such as mine that could possible gain attraction from an offering? Please, get real Fayner. And get your facts straight.

Get the facts from the source not the problem.

Besides... you guys are losers for doing that. DRiving under influence and consumption of alcohol... I wish you would have hit someone in a accident just so you fuckers would learn a god damn lesson. Oh wait... that's not possible. You're only good for Taylor and a gossip site so why would either of you have consideration for others? Damn, I should've known!!!

Now run along with your drugs, try not to overdose.

Lastly... before I forget. I've never meant to bring you down but you need to realize truth before shit starts. And dont you think it's logical to not support a drunk driver who may possibly put a life or more at risk? I hope you at least talked to her about it. Cuz you know that's cool, real cool.

Oh and don't deny that apology letter you sent me via e-mail about the limo incident. Claiming it wasnt you, possibly one of your little writers. Then apologized for it. Wow... looks like you're just upset that I posted what you produced on another site. Getting bad feedback from a lot of people? So sorry! Go ahead, try using another childish remark to hold against me. Since you have nothing rational or valid to use. But I suggest you not waste your time.

i didnt write that apology to you. id tell you if I did. You're a stupid girl, that's obvious.
get a life, could you please?
That is all.

oh and darling...being legally drunk and drunk are two seperate things, thats for sure. we practice safe driving at all times. thanks for your concern

Legally Drunk & Just drunk maybe seperate but doesn't make you any more safe of a driver.

"stupid girl" hahahaha... that's funny. You made my day. I'll let you have the honors of ending this with your words of wisdom. LOL I rather not waste anymore of yours or my time. CIAO!
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On another note he's almost got a harder head than that THE OUTSIDER guy that took forever and a day to get rid of.
"Always practice safe driving..." OBVIOUSLY NOT! LOL