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by Mitch Lemus
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"Don't call it sleaze. It's breakthrough technology." -- AdultDex Vendor
When the purveyors of X-rated CD-ROMS were banished from COMDEX this year,
they started their own convention, AdultDex, at the Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas. |
"Butt That Is Me!"
"That's me," she said pointing to the magazine.
"Oh really," I said. "I didn't recognize you from the front."
Before this, I didn't think it was possible to make a
porn star blush.
I'll poke fun of Bobbitt all I want -- there's no way this knucklehead is ever going to figure out how to get online to read this.
Ergonomically correct. Politically incorrect.
$39.95 + $5.00 s/h. From Track'Em, Inc. 1-800-553-8126.
A model at one of the booths was distributing a girly
magazine featuring a cover photo of her nude from behind.
Get a Grip.
John Wayne Bobbitt was at AdultDex signing autographs to promote his new video,
Frankenpenis. I tried to explain modems and the Internet to him, but he just
wasn't catching on. Mr. Bobbitt is just not clueless about computers, he's just plain clueless.
Bobbitt seems to have trouble verbalizing. He can barely complete a thought, let alone string together a few syllables without getting flustered. Maybe he lost part of his brain in that little mishap with Lorena.
Chips, Mips & Nips.
On display:
A very sensitive trackball for left or right handed fondlers.
Oh, So That's What a Girl Looks Like.
Horny geeks line up to view
a 3-D video demonstration
using virtual reality head sets.
Copyright © 1995 Mitch Lemus
The views expressed on this page are solely my own.