I had NO clue what the motherfuckers from Mumford & Sons looked like until I got an e-mail from my mama and personal fashion designer Tuná Knowles. She was all like, “Boulangerié, GURL! I am popping my pussy for a pork chop to this song […]
It might just be the huge mug of coffee I just guzzled down faster than a Treasure Island Media cum slut guzzles down hot loads of semen (with his anus), but The Preatures‘ latest single “Is This How You Feel?” is making me bounce around […]
Who do you think I am, Boulangerié Knowles? The good news is that Los Angeles trio HAIM have a habit of churning out addictive pop-rock tunes that call to mind such diverse influences as Fleetwood Mac and Destiny’s Child. The bad news is that they’re […]
This might be the gayest thing I’ve ever admitted, but one of my deepest fantasies involves making an extremely goofy, choreographed amateur sex tape. I’m talking, like, each thrust into my partner’s ass set to the rhythm of the beat, crazy interpretative dance moves and […]
Everyone is so busy talking about Robin Thicke‘s big dick and how “Blurred Lines” is the 2013 Song of Summer and, blah, blah, blah, something else about sexism and objectification. (I actually take that last part seriously, lest you were worried I was being dismissive.) […]
I spent thirteen hours in a car yesterday, which was not particularly fun, but on the bright side it gave me a chance to listen to The Ballet‘s I Blame Society album over and over and over again. It’s the third, and poppiest, release from […]
People always ask me why I ever bother writing about music on Manhunt Daily, when all our readers seem to care about are big flopping dicks, hungry round butts and naked male celebrities. The honest answer? It’s a habit I can’t kick. Before selling my […]
Remember five minutes ago when we were talking about how Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” was a contender for Song of the Summer 2013? Well, since then, the song has been swimming around in the collective consciousness and the clever lasses that make up Mod Carousel […]
My hole is STILL sore from getting stuffed by all five Backstreet Boys over the weekend, but I was NOT going to say “no” when One Direction‘s manager called me up and asked if I could meet with the boys for a private party. Now, […]
Y’all ain’t EVER gonna believe what happened to me over the weekend! While I was all up at Wendy’s deepthroating a Pretzel Bacon Cheeseburger, these five fine motherfuckers rolled up with their DICKS out. My jaw dropped down to the floor, and I was straight […]
