This is the personal blog of Adam J. Schirling, the founder and editor-in-chief of Drunken Absurdity, a revolutionary ezine. For the best in alternative literature, poetry, art, movies and more go to This blog is strictly for my personal rants, some dirty pics, and the occasional cool story or sweet tunes.

A birthday message from the desk of Adam Schirling

>> Sunday, January 29, 2012

wow, it has been quite the year.

With the one year anniversary of Drunken Absurdity next month, I thought I would go over some facts:

*Drunken Absurdity averages 400 unique visitors a day
*We have had 56 featured writers & poets, some of whom are the most well recognized names in AltLit
*We sold a little over 400 dollars worth of merchandise, our 1st merch order, in 3 weeks last month
* This site, which is my personal blog and not Drunken Absurdity, has a little under 70,000 views from appx. 46,000 unique visitors. Once again, just my personal blog which I could really give a fuck if people read or not, and exists for my sole amusement.
*By end of summer, we will be fully converted to print magazine, first quarterly then monthly, and will have our 1st short film out, as well as our 1st anthology.

And yet with all this awesome truth, some people still wish to attack our little humble experiment. And I welcome their chastising and heckling, it it music to my ears. Everytime you click on our URL, even if it is to talk shit, it strengthens and empowers us. I am generally amused people would think that some heckling would bother me; I have pissed off enough people in my life to populate a small nation and am quite proud of that. The list is long yet distinguished, like my dick. As I have stated before, if there is someone who would like to comment on what I do, for positive or negative my email is

Thanks for the great first year of Drunken Absurdity, and I look forward to seeing you all, supporters and hecklers included, in the upcoming year. Keep up all the fan mail, support, and submissions.


The Protest


i believe.....

In all sorts of paranormal phenomenon, cryptozoology, and unexplained mysteries. While I admire arrogance in some instances, the extreme arrogance of human beings to declare they know every single thing about the natural world is stupidity. While things like Sasquatch and other cryptids are not likely to exist, does not mean it is impossible. And as far as the possibility of intelligent life on other worlds, and civilizations from across the cosmos away visiting us: Well that is just common sense people. We are the tiniest little dot, a speck of sand in a vast expanse of matter and energy so large we cannot comprehend it....And that is just our galaxy!!! There are billions of galaxies!!

To say we are alone is just fucking retarded.

My biggest problems with most people's perception of possible alien life lays with two, what I believe to be utter stupid misconceptions. One, that aliens would basically resemble us; two arms, two legs, two eyes, a nose and mouth. Simple humanoid type features. The way we look has been the careful result of millions of years of evolution, a unique process based on every aspect of our enviroment on Earth. Why the hell would some being from a million light years away look like us? They could be an intelligent bacterium. Or some sort of insectoid. Or they may not even exist in the 3 dimensions that we are aware of, they could exist in 5 dimensions so we would only see part of them at a time.

My second problem is that we assume that because of the aliens advanced technology they are peaceful and enlightened. Now THAT is fucking retarded. The 20th century marked a 100 year span where human beings experienced the most technological growth in 10,000 years, making incredible discoveries in scienece and industry. It was ALSO the bloodiest century in human history. Technology advances do not equate peace and love, in fact the brutal truth is the opposite occurs.

So, if you choose to not believe in anything beyond the scope of your logical comprehension, good for you. But do not belittle those who search for the truth behind some of our greatest mysteries...


Hey fuckstick

>> Friday, January 27, 2012

I don't know who you are leaving negative comments under an anonymous tag, but I will mark all your stupid remarks as spam, none will be posted, and my email address is Drunkenabsurdity@gmail if you have something you just need to tell me. Fucking cowardly internet nerds.


i legit get teary eyed when I realize I will never see Thursday live again

goodbye to a big part of my childhood.....


im a wanker

>> Thursday, January 26, 2012


truly the best flattery

Tonight the DA blog was bombarded by the best of all internet cliches: the anonymous commenter shit talking. I truly hope you feel that your 14 comments made you feel big and tough in some way while you hide behind the mask of internet obscurity. Go fuck yourself back to your little hole somewhere. You are no doubtly some sort of fucking tool I have offended somehow, and your idiotic commentary does nothing to me, so go try to start shit elsewhere. Drunken Absurdity has been and continues to be a smashing success, and is not eager to please morons. Go to hell


fucking truth

>> Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Ask anybody out there, and they'll tell you that the foundation of a great professional writer starts with an understanding of some basic fundamentals. Essay structure, vocabulary, typing skills, rough drafts, outlines, writers workshops...... These are the things that prepare your mind for the many challenges a professional writer faces. I heard that bullshit thrown at me all my damn life. You know what Adam Schirling says? Fundamentals are the crutch for the talentless.

With that said, I have decided to focus all my attention in 2012 on Drunken Absurdity becoming the giant that I know it can be. And not sitting in a classroom listening to some failed novelist drone on about proper paragraph structure, sitting next to some Thoreau worshipping hipster in skinny jeans earnestly taking notes to become the next failed novelist. I don't need to be around losers like that. Adam Schirling is a fucking bulletproof tiger, and it is time to nut up or shut up. I got this alternative lit world wet, time to bend the bitch over and make her cum

No Guts No Glory


I normally dig you Marky Mark, but you fucked up now

>> Tuesday, January 24, 2012


New Drunken Absurdity feature

>> Monday, January 23, 2012

New little section of DA. The Angry Average Bro Rant page. The newest and greatest will be on Drunken Absurdity itself, with all the others stored on our YouTube channel for viewing. Have some shit to say? Email me at Drunkenabsurdity@gmail for info on how to submit


>> Friday, January 20, 2012



the facial hair goal now being worked on


true love found in a letter from Henry Miller to Anais

“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me. This is a little drunken, Anaïs. I am saying to myself "here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere." I remember your saying - "you could fool me, I wouldn't know it." When I walk along the boulevards and think of that. I can't fool you - and yet I would like to. I mean that I can never be absolutely loyal - it's not in me. I love women, or life, too much - which it is, I don't know. But laugh, Anaïs, I love to hear you laugh. You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance - no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that.
 I don't know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle. I am going to demand everything of you - even the impossible, because you encourage it. You are really strong. I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me.”


Hank Hill Hates Dubstep!! Fuck yea!

>> Wednesday, January 18, 2012

stupid fucking music


Make your voice heard people!!

The disgusting and Hollywood establishment driven SOPA and PIPA is actually being considered by the US Congress. If you are a true American, contact your reps immediately and tell them you oppose this uneccesary big government overkill! This ridiculous legislation would effectively end the internet as you know it!

Click the official Google petition link below and educate yourself on this outrage, and fill out their petition. This is one of those moments where true Americans must oppose big goverment intruding on our very lives.


An amazing show on a Tues night in Pawtucket

Last week my email suddenly alerted me to an upcoming show at the Met in Pawtucket. There has been a slow go of it lately for us RI residents. I grew up in Las Vegas, used to seeing shows once a week at The Huntridge, The Castle, The HOB, and The Joint. Now, at 27 years old I am lucky to see a 1/2 dozen shows a year; especially stranded here in the Northeast. But yet, here was an alert that Chris Conley would be playing at the Met.

Let me explain my history with this amazing artist. I was 14 when I first bought a Saves the Day CD. I instantly loved them, and they have remained in my top 5 favorite bands since then. In my late teens, they was an influx of STD shows at the HOB, and every one endeared me to the band more. It was always a joke that STD was really the "Chris Conley Show" as the members have been swapped and replaced so many times over the years. But none of that mattered. As awesome as the various STD alumni were, Chris always remained the driving talent and influence of the band.

Fast forward a few years, and here I am living in Providence, RI for reasons familiar to my readers. I'm no longer the hungry eager scene kid I was a decade ago. I have kids of my own now. I have been to war. But still when shows come come, I always try my best to make it out. I suppose there will reach an age one day when I blatantly stick out of the crowd as that 'old guy' still going to the shows, and earn a head shake of pity from the new crowd; but at 27 I am not quite there yet thankfully. I saw Chris play last year at the Middle East in Boston with the "Where's The Band Tour". This amazing show had Chris, Dustin from Thrice, Anthony from Bayside, and Matt from the Get Up Kids playing acoustic sets in a small, basement venue that brought me back to the Huntridge shows on my youth. I left Boston that night thinking that seeing Chris Conley in that light was a once in a lifetime experience.....

But then, here I was on a warm winter night in 2012 standing in a small venue in Pawtucket, RI waiting for the man himself to come on stage. When I bought the tickets, I was not TOO familiar with the opening bands, but I was pleasantly surprised with both "The Roman Numeral Three" and "The Northern Lands". Great bands, from Taunton and Providence, respectfully, they played energetic sets of catchy and likeable, albeit sometimes simple songs. But aren't those always the best songs that fans of such local bands love? Of particular note was "The Last of the Shipbuilders" by "Northern Lands". An amazing tune of good depth that portrayed both the feeling of desperation of the recession and the talent of the band.

At ten pm, the main event came on. A single wooden chair was put onstage, and out emerged Mr. Conley; looking not that different than he has in any other show of the past decade I have watched. My friends and I always joked that Chris didn't ever age past 21, and seeing him this close tonight made me laugh and think of those drunk conversations. Then something unexpected happen....

Conley had put on his Twitter feed earlier that he would be taking requests. I thought this would be limited to one fan request he would pick out from his TL. But then, he sat in the chair, looked into a small sea of eager faces, and asked for requests. And the fans reacted with a roar, your humble narrator included. The third song he played ended up being " Sell My Old Clothes", my absolute favorite and a song I have not heard live since 2010 when Saves the Day opened for NFG in Vegas. The rest of the show ended up being an amazing selection of songs from the band's extensive catalog, filled with B-sides and fan faves. The energy of the crowd was electric, and even the random people who had wandered in curious as to who Conley was were sweating and swaying with the crowd by the time the last song was played 90 mins after taking the stage.

Even 12 years after first seeing an amazing band called Saves the Day play in my hometown, Chris Conley remains an artist of the people. I have never seen a singer/songwriter who seemed so in tune with his fans, and eager to please their demands. An amazing show tonight for sure, and I look forward to (hopefully!) another 12 years of watching Chris and the band play my favorite songs.

Editors note: Chris, if you are reading, thank you for playing "Sell my old Clothes" and "Holly Hox", my absolute favorites, and they meant a lot to me.


>> Tuesday, January 17, 2012


Wanna see something that will mess you up?

>> Monday, January 16, 2012

Check out a video of this Buck Angel(born female)

having sex with Allanah Starr(born male)

so if you are keeping score boys and girls, thats just normal MF hetero porn. Or is it???


"Lo there do I see my Father
Lo there do I see my Mother, my Sisters and my Brothers
Lo there do I see the line of my people
Back to the beginning
Calling me to join Them
Bidding me to take my place among Them
In the Halls of Valhalla

Where the brave
May live


i have always wanted to be in one

A Mexican standoff is most precisely a confrontation between three opponents, facing each other. The tactics for such a confrontation are substantially different than for a duel with only two opponents, where the first to shoot has the advantage. In a confrontation with three mutually hostile participants, the first to shoot is at a tactical disadvantage. If opponent A shoots opponent B, then while so occupied, opponent C can shoot A, thus winning the conflict. Since it is the second opponent to shoot that has the advantage, no one wants to go first.

In popular usage, the Mexican standoff is sometimes used to refer to confrontations with only two opponents. Discussions of the Soviet Union – United States nuclear confrontation during the Cold War frequently used the term, specifically in reference to the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962.

In financial circles, the Mexican Standoff is typically used to connote a situation where one side wants something, like a concession of some sort, and is offering nothing of value, and the other side sees no value in agreeing to any changes so refuses to negotiate. Although both sides can benefit from the change, neither side can agree to a compensation value for agreeing to the change, and nothing is accomplished.

This expression came into usage during the last decade of the 19th century; the Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary makes an unattributed claim that the term is of Australian origin


A confession

>> Sunday, January 15, 2012

who deserves the paycheck more????

A lot of people are shocked around this time of year when I have to explain to them that I do not watch football. " but Adam!", they say, "you're a big old boy, played sports your whole life, why no football?"....and the truth is: I don't watch any sports. At least not professional ones. And I will tell you why. How much does the average 21 yr old Marine corporal in Afghanistan make? About 30k a year. How.much does the average 21 yr old NFL rookie make? 500k a year. Let that sink in. That rookie drafted from a Division 2 school makes a half million a year, and probably will see very little playing time, why the corporal will spend 7 months a year in constant danger of a violent death on the battlefield, and the rest of the year away from friends and family training to go BACK to the battlefield. Does the NFL rookie have amazing talent? Undoubted. But who says THAT'S a better talent then the corporal who keeps America safe every night, on long, weary patrols while you sleep? Professional sports used to be filled with people who made very little money and had a legit love of the game, traveling on shitty buses and making just enough to feed families; looking forward to a life of injuries, no pension, and the slight hope of a coaching job. Now it is just bitchy millionaires involved in steroid scandals, domestic abuse, and dog fighting. The entire system is disgusting and corrupt, and I refuse to be a part of it. You can post about that creepy virgin Tebow all day long, I would rather post about that Corporal who is going to die in a firefight tonight: broke,scared, and far from home. Go fuck yourself, all contemporary pop-puke spewing Americans. You literally make me sick.



Hipster marketing ploy

Look Caleb and Chloe, if you buy some shitty Irish whiskey (i.e. NOT Jameson) and share it with your newfound urban compadres, they will accept you, and not shun you for your 110lb skinny jean wearing, Whole Foods shopping, rent-rasing, artisan coffee drinking gentrifying ways!!!!!!

Hey Bushmills: FUCK YOU
you filthy fucking beasts. you whores. you disgusting pigs.
Your whiskey was never really good, and now you just prove the pure filth of your product by desperately reaching out with ads proclaiming an alliance can be made between Lil Ole Josh&Molly Urban Pioneer and the true inhabitants of the American inner city. Rot in hell, you piece of shit scumbags


shitty quality, but SNL takes a great roundhouse kick at Hipsters, while also slipping in a slight jab at the online community



Happy Birthday to a true American legend

>> Saturday, January 14, 2012

Norman Keith Collins (January 14, 1911 - June 12, 1973) was a prominent American tattoo artist who was also known as "Sailor Jerry”
 Collins was born on January 14, 1911 in Reno, Nevada. As a child he hopped freight trains across the country and learned tattooing from a man named "Big Mike" from Palmer, Alaska. Practicing on drifters, he later sailed the Pacific Ocean before settling in Hawaii. A big brute with a dirty mouth, he often wore plain white T-shirts that exposed his ink-sleeved arms.  Mike Malone, who took over Sailor Jerry's shop after he died, described Jerry as "a class-A pirate".
 At age 19 Collins enlisted in the United States Navy. During his subsequent travels at sea he was exposed to the art and imagery of Southeast Asia. He remained a sailor for his entire life thereafter. Even during his career as a tattoo artist he worked as a licensed skipper of a large three-masted schooner, on which he conducted tours of the Hawaiian Islands. Sailing and tattooing were only two of his professional endeavors. He played saxophone in his own dance band and for years frequently hosted his own radio show on KTRG, where he lectured against the impending downfall of the American political system through the infiltration of liberals. He was a prolific writer and carried on in-depth communications with many pen-pals throughout the world.
  Legacy of Sailor Jerry
 Collins entrusted his artwork to his two protégés, Ed Hardy and Mike Malone, both of whom have become prominent figures in their own right. Hardy, who turned down an MFT scholarship to Yale in order to pursue tattooing, is known for his artistic sophistication and large-scale tattoos. He is frequently ridiculed for selling his work rights to Christian Audigier, who bastardized and manipulated tattoo culture to create a mockery of a product line adored by guidos and douchebags the world over. Malone, who designed under the name "Rollo Banks", and was known for his conceptual boldness and distinctive designs, died in 2007. After passing, Mike Malone passed on his rights to the Sailor Jerry artwork estate to a talented Chicago artist, Keith Underwood.  Keith Underwood was the man who inked tattoos #3-8 on me, Adam Schirling in 2004; and I am proud to say that 4 of them were Sailor Jerry original flash.

Norman Collins is buried in the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific, a military cemetery located in Punchbowl Crater in Honolulu. His grave site is 124/Section T.



soooo stoked

>> Friday, January 13, 2012

Seeing Chris Conley play solo and acoustic this tuesday the 17th @ the met





>> Thursday, January 12, 2012


one of my fav AVA songs, from their sophmore album I-Empire


Shelby Devine is online!

Our dear friend and ally Shelby Devine is online! Be sure to start following her on all her pages and feeds to keep in touch and up to date with the hottest adult entertainer in New England!


some raw shots from SinFest last night

Great time last night, made a lot of good friends and contacts in the local fetish and erotica community. Big thanks to Stefano Pella, the owner of the event, for being so awesome about introducing to me to everyone; to Suki Jones for designing such great fetishwear; to our bartender LaDiva for keeping the drinks coming strong, and Faye Finegan for chatting with us. Also big thanks to the very kind gay man who hugged me and called me adorable, sorry we couldn't have a drink before I left. You can read my full article on the event on Classy Fetish in the very near future.


A tribute to great breasts of the past

>> Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Chesty Morgan, born Lillian Wilczkowsky, is a Polish-born Jewish American exotic dancer who starred in two films directed by Doris Wishman.


Morgan married an American and moved to the United States in the 1960s; her husband was later reportedly killed in a robbery. She began her career as an exotic dancer in the early 1970s.

In 1974, Morgan married National League baseball umpire Dick Stello. The two divorced before Stello was struck by a car and killed.
Unlike many of the modern adult entertainment stars with large breasts, Morgan's were not augmented with implants. According to the 1988 edition of Guinness Movie Facts & Feats, her bust measurement of 73 inches is the largest on record for a film star.
Morgan continued performing until the late 1980s. After Doris Wishman revolved two sexploitation 1970s films around Morgan's very large breasts, clips from those films were featured in John Waters' 1994 film, Serial Mom. Waters also wrote a role for Morgan in his never-made feature Flamingos Forever.
Now retired, she lives in Florida.



Adam Schirling: Erotic Correspondent

>> Monday, January 9, 2012

The good people at the New England Leather Alliance have sent me a press pass for the annual Fetish Fashion Show and Ball they are hosting the second weekend of Febuary here in Providence. I will be attending the weekend festivities as an official correspondent(gonzo style of course) for Classy Fetish, a west coast erotica site ran by the beautiful Alexis Jakobs. Should be a great time, if you are in the RI area, should stop by and check it out!





>> Sunday, January 8, 2012

“As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I'm not sure that I'm going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says 'you are nothing', I will be a writer.”


sweet white boy moves

>> Friday, January 6, 2012


>> Wednesday, January 4, 2012


Adam Schirling's views on fetish and kink: Featured on Classy Fetish

>> Tuesday, January 3, 2012



I wasn’t very old when I realized I was a bit different, sexually.  At 11 yrs.’ old, when most of my peers were glancing furtively at a stolen Playboy, I was sneaking Hustlers and Club magazines from the homes of friends whose parents were much more sexually accepting than my own. The female form fascinated me, its lines and curves, its valleys and crevices, the haunting and primal whisperings of something dark and forbidden.  But, unlike most of my pubescent friends, simply seeing a naked woman wasn’t enough. When I was 14 years old, I first saw the pictures of Betty Paige that changed my sexual thoughts. They weren’t the cutest pics of Betty smiling on a beach, skimpy bikini and bright sunshine. No, they were the dark ones. The ones where she was clad in silk stockings, with a ball gag, and restraints. When you see BDSM porn these days, those pics were quite vanilla. They simply showed a beautiful girl bound and gagged, sometimes crawling or being playfully swatted by another girl-next-door type. Truly nothing compared to the anal prolapse and burning wax porn that fills such sites these days. But that was the whole key to their very revolutionary existence. Before then, despite rare stag films, such images were considered disgusting and immoral. And young Adam viewed them in breathless fascination, his mind exploding with sexual possibilities beyond what was shown in PG-13 movies. My feelings of sexual identity were further blown far from mainstream when at 15 years old; I convinced a girl I barely knew to pleasure herself with a carrot while I watched. That moment stands transfixed in my mind as the day that I knew that mediocre sexual existence simply would not do for me. Unfortunately, and I am afraid to say: as usual, I belonged to a religion that relied highly upon the suppression of ones urges. And for a small part of my adolescence, I tried hard to adhere to the well-intentioned but deplorable practices of my church. I felt guilty for my thoughts on Sunday mornings, though the night before I was getting a blowjob from my girlfriend on her satin sheet clad bed. At one point I even made a declaration to be strict about my feelings, and reject such impure thoughts. At 18 years of age, I developed strong feelings for a young, beautiful girl from my church. With her, I foolishly thought, I could achieve that monogamous bliss that was preached from our pulpit. She was the first girl I ever ‘loved’ with pure intentions. Then one fateful night, I happened to cut through the church parking lot with some friends after a movie, and caught a glimpse of her giving a blowjob to a guy in her car. For weeks, my heart wrenched in hatred and the angst of betrayal. But then, one morning I woke up, and ‘IT’ was quite clear to me: That before any religious oath, or supposed moral persuasions, sex is the only thing that matters deep down in our souls. Now, I don’t mean at all to say that cheating is part of human biology, I feel that to be a cop out. Rather, this was the first time in my life that I truly realized just how important sexual adventure was to our very being. And at that point I abandoned my short lived life of morality, and adopted one where accepting ones sexual desires was the first priority. And it has been through this life I have learned much of myself and much of human nature. I have had drunken one night stands, paid sexual encounters with ‘ladies of the night’, drug induced sweaty coitus with strippers in seedy clubs, random and laughably strange sessions with complete strangers, and organized meetings with needy women from Craigslist ads. I am even ashamed to admit that I have had sex with the spouses of other men who just wished an honest encounter. With my age and supposed wisdom now, I know just how wrong that was, but at the time I felt that no sexual experience should be denied. And for every encounter I regret, there are 100 I am confident helped me create the sexual identity I know today. It was through this deep spiritual understanding that I finally cast aside a selfish and prudish spouse, who had no understanding or appreciation of human sexual nature, to find the love of my life: the very first woman who I feel truly respects sexuality. Now I say none of this to brag, or seem a foolish ass, but to affirm my belief that respecting the nuances of human sexuality has helped create who I am as a person. It is ok to not be vanilla. It is ok to like to see leather clad women being whipped; it’s ok to enjoy seeing nuns have sex with midgets, or a tranny ejaculating on a woman’s feet. As long as sexual experiences are approved by both (or all) parties involved, the sky is literally the limit. To judge someone over what they find sexually exciting is the most shallow and ridiculous type of ridicule; even surpassing religious or racial bigotry. As long as the sexual acts in person do not harm anyone (who isn’t willing to be harmed of course), to attack someone on what makes them cum is just sickening. We are a society of people who has been on this planet for tens of thousands of years. We accomplished amazing and impossible feats of science, technology, and the arts. We have put men on the moon, cured disease, created gadgets that would make any scientist of the past thousand years scream witchcraft. But yet, despite all this achievement and enlightenment, we continue to judge our fellow humans for their sexuality. We pass laws prohibiting sexuality we (and by we, I mean the religious right) find confusing or deplorable. And nothing, my fellow perverts, makes me sadder. True Enlightment for us as a species will not come from the next scientific breakthrough, or the newest mind boggling gadget, or the next alien planet we step foot on. No, true harmony for us will exist in accepting all others around us for ALL beliefs and passions, whether in gods, or in the bedroom. We are at the cusp of a brave new future, my friends, and I encourage you all to embrace whatever kink you hold sacred. To love just whoever you want you love. And to take to bed whatever person or persons will make you truly happy.  For when the sands of time catch up to us all, don’t we want to be able to say that we loved, laughed, fought, AND fucked without any reservation at all? Go forth, friends, go forth into perverted Nirvana, and do not stop for a second to worry about the judgment of your fellow man. For us all, at the end of eternity, just wish to be happy and loved.

to see more amazing content on all things kink and fetish, and more of this lovely lady, Ms. Alexis X. Jakobs: check out her site Classy Fetish


Fuck Yea!!!

Our very own Ms. Shelby Devine caught at the gas station wearing her DA colors! Way to go Shelby!! If any of you folks are ever in Rhode Island, be sure to check her out as a Featured Dancer at Club Fantasies in Providence!




I am Ripper...
 I am the Teeth in the Darkness,
 the Talons in the Night.
 Mine is Strength... and Lust... and Power!


New DA model!

Here is a raw sneak preview of the shoot with our newest DA model: Marilyn Misery

The full edited spread will be up on Drunken Absurdity very soon! This sexy vixen will also adorn our next round of Drunken Absurdity posters. Stay tuned you filthy fuckers!


we need to get this happening asap...

>> Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Drunken Absurdity 1st anniversary bash is this spring, and no worries loyal fans, I am on the warpath to make sure it is a night to remember. The biggest item on the plate: get a nude female mud wrestling contest.

updates to follow.....


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