140 Minutes Starring Skylar Knight, Jesse, Bailey, Cheyanne, Maxi Everson, Kylie Brooks, Dominica Leoni, Kacey, Rich, Jon Dough, Mickey G., Vince Vouyer, Erik Everhard and Lexington Steele.
Phyco:
“It takes a rare and special breed of slut to work for Anabolic!” declares the box cover - which we’ve placed a picture of above as usual even though our one looked different - so I’ve also included the back cover, an unusual move - inspired by the knee trembling effect of the key reverse packaging photo and the fact that “it was there” when I pinched the [wrong] front cover image from another site. But just look at those eyes! That’s what “Anabolic” are all about… hard rude-core starring beaming braces of cheeky peach kittens keen as fucking vinegar to jump on the wrecking-deck and get their little holes packed by the Anabolic house-crew of hardened cocksmiths - first class gunslingers shooting it out with tough young training squaws - absolutely fucking magic… if that’s your bag - then this is your polish!
“Anabolic has commissioned Vince Vouyer to search for cum-eating, cock-worshipping, ass-stretched, nymphomaniac, fresh attractive, young ladies who might have what it takes to become a star for Anabolic Video Productions.”
Love ‘em…
…grinning scamps riding the rodeo bones with such eager zeal - it makes you want to clap!! Such sincere determination of spirit… setting admirable standards of quality for aesthetic hardcore in fresh faced fancy fare that sports all the visual Anabolic signatures one has come to expect: rude core moods, pretty young rounded American girls - all nude, intimidating teams of wolfish wood and explicit no-frills set pieces… you really can’t go wrong with this brand - superb.
Oh, and if the sight of an 18 year old newcomer-bunny “falling to fits of tears after a dose of anal proves too upsetting” seems a little bit too “painful” for you to deal with, given her pretty-as-a-picture pink-cheeked look of total despair - fret not! You’ll only need to go so far as “Down the hatch” [see the archive] to see her doing a rough, practised arse-to-mouth workout set and guzzling bowel dipped salt-pop like a pro’… so it goes to show: “it’s all a matter of what you’re used to”.
There’s going to need to be a lot more Anabolic materials doing the rounds in this house in the near future thankyou very much! Pay them a visit - go on - you’ve got nothing to lose:
This one came from the Harmony shop [outside Tottenham Court Road tube] central London… 20 quid, they operate the usual “swap it for a tenner” deal, have a good selection to choose from and operate an easy going floor policy… ie. your bird won’t feel too intimidated in here buying you a nice new slag vid for your christmas present…
“what if it was your daughter?!”
Casper:
So the Casper season is over and we’re right back at ya with an helping of Anabolic/Diabolic. Oh the nostalgia!
That green hue that permeated every dimension of the picture on the screen, the no nonsense approach of “Vincey Boy” and the pseudo-exploitation of beautiful young girls. Not specialised enough for me, but (I do what I can) the girls are well up for it, blindfolded and given a no frills seeing too including some great A N’O…
“You are the weakest link - goodbye” is replaced by “FAILED” in this contrived initiation ceremony. In fact - the birds are filthy and if you like “gonzo friendly” straight to the point hard sex, this is the vid for you. These boys always pull it out of the bag with their business-like approach.
On a tangent… It was an absolute travesty of justice that Billingham didn’t win the Turner prize last night!
Points to note: Madonna still relying on shock value to boost her ever-waning career and Billingham himself exposed as a pretentious twat. Big fan of his work, don’t like his attitude: Look “Billers” don’t give it the large one about your work… don’t pretend your work is not primarily for shock value with a genius’s attention to detail on closer inspection… Don’t tell us you’re upset that people only see the “grit and horror” in these pictures whilst you maintain there is so much beauty beneath to be seen… why then, take a picture of Ray falling out of his dirty armchair pissed out of his head? when surely you could take a less… “shocking” picture and this raw beauty you speak of would shine through irrespective of his physical and mental state. Don’t try and intellectualize your work with your bullshit artsy fartsy rhetoric. Your work is genius, undeniably, but for the obvious reasons that you deem too crass. What’s the matter mate?…scared you might not win?
“Distracted - and creeping around in the leaves”