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Fucking Day: How to Seduce Your Lover Forever 🌭

Today is a special, seductive treat for passionate lovers. We will learn how to playfully titillate the sensitive parts of one another’s bodies. We’ll discover the most pleasurable ways to suck toes, to put feet in our mouth, and to lick a wet foot. Let’s watch 1994’s How to Seduce Your Lover Forever from the Sinclair VIDEO LIBRARY, makers of local favorite, The Better Sex Guide to Anal Pleasure.

It’s not impossible I’m the world’s leading expert in sex instructional videos, and I think the most important element of them is the intended audience. You need to have a very clear vision of who you’re making your video for because everyone outside of it is going to see it as hilariously gross pornography. This video did not have a clear vision.

From what I can tell, this is for husbands in long term marriages who managed to burn themselves out on lovemaking without ever finding an erogenous zone. They’ve never tried mouth stuff, are squeamish about sex in general, but they’ve agreed to sit down with their wife to learn how to fuck using the same VCR that plays VeggieTales Silly Sing-Along 2 fifteen times a day. If that’s you, great. You’re about to experience the delicious, tantalizing arousal of intimate touching and sensual lotions. To everyone else, it’s about to get disgusting.

How to Seduce Your Lover Forever is hosted by a therapist named Diana Wiley, who speaks about sex like you raised your hand in church to ask which banana-flavored lubricant is most recommended for shallow pelvised elderly women. It’s both extremely friendly and medical, but just foot-suckingly lewd as fuck.

After insisting everyone involved in sex should be clean, Diana describes the carnival of sexual delights along a woman’s body. “From the eyelids to the earlobes. From the inner thigh… to the nape of the neck… you are invited on an adventure across an erotic landscape. A journey designed to help lovers discover each other’s pleasure zones.” These sex educators are exhausting themselves artistically to put the wonderland of the female body into words, and then they move on to the man’s. Their description of it is much shorter. With perfect comic delivery, Diana says, “From the fingers. To the genitals,” and nothing else. The copy writer for How to Seduce Your Lover Forever either never expected anyone to visit a third location during their erotic voyage down the male body or they are a secret comedy genius.

Diana says, “In planning a special erotic event, why not transform your bedroom? Creating a sensuous, sumptuous, seductive setting?” They demonstrate this by panning along a mostly nude woman on a bed surrounded by dozens, maybe hundreds of candles. It’s an absurd production. Any adventurous couple would recognize they are burning candles worth more than the cost of hiring three TaskRabbits to watch them fuck. If your lover surprised you with this sumptuous, seductive setting you’d say, “Jesus Christ, look at all this. You know I have hobbies other than exploring the erotic landscape of your body, right?”

Multiple cameras pan and zoom along Zach and Tracy’s bodies as they romantically play. Zach peels one of her boobs out of her bra (a technique known as shelling) and draws aimless circles on her leg. These two were obviously told by the producers to improvise some foreplay and they were helplessly out of ideas immediately. It’s pretty awkward, yet also not nearly awkward enough. This is definitely not the first time Zach and Tracy have done something like this in a room full of strangers, but it might be the first time they’ve engaged in this much foreplay. They’re vibrating like caged greyhounds waiting for an instructional video director to say, “And… action on the penetration!”

So while Zach and Tracy wait for the prop master to get the fluid shields up, Diana starts to explain the importance of smell. “Sex has always been linked with smell,” she says. Fine, sure, but it seems strange make “smell nice” two of your first four sex tips. Diana keeps rewording the importance of smell and they cut away from Tracy’s titillated leg to show stock footage of many hands spraying perfume. Spraying nothing, spraying each other… it’s fucking weird. Suspiciously weird.

If there’s one thing I learned from Optimus Prime, Tomax, and Xamot, it’s how to spot a commercial in disguise. Sure enough, a visit to the Sinclair Institute website proved they’re more of an edible lotion and sex perfume retailer than a research center. These dick cream salesmen produced the world’s most extravagant amateur porn video just to try to break into the bored married couple marketplace. Speaking of, meet Carol and Robert.

Carol and Robert try to demonstrate how to sensually eat a bowl of bed fruit as part of your sexual foreplay, but not well. They are jamming apricots into each other’s mouths like two very ordinary people starting to realize they’re about to have sex in front of a film crew. Robert, mouth full of eight different bites of fruit, tries to open Carol’s robe to look at her boobs, misses, completely fucks it up a second and third time, and then gives up. It’s how I picture Jane Goodall getting a breast exam. Zach and Tracy, if you are watching, this is the appropriate amount of awkward I was expecting from the performers.

Next we move on to The Art of Touch, and I’m not exaggerating when I say there is nothing more to this section than the title. Touch your romantic partner. In different spots. Diana explains, “Use your hands as erotic appendages,” but I mean, how would one not? If someone knows to unclench their fists during sex, they are as qualified to describe erotic touching as this tape’s copy writer who suggested, and I quote, “using your fingers as though they were spider legs.” And while on the spider-legged subject of pure sex appeal, let’s meet Richard.

Diana says, “Do like Richard and Tiffany. Stand in front of a mirror. And by self-examination, make an inventory of where you enjoy being touched.” The obvious joke here is that a man would say “my dick” and be done with his list. But that’s exactly what happens! Tiffany goes straight for his junk, he acknowledges yes, the dick part is where he likes to be touched, and that’s the end of their touch inventory! They acted out the joke and Tiffany now knows her lover enjoys being touched on, hold on let me go back and check their notes, “the dick.”

Instead of ending, this section keeps explaining the very concept of touching again from the top until the writer loses their goddamn mind. Diana reads, “The touch possibilities are endless. You want what you had in the beginning of life. The warmth. The contact.” I don’t like how this screenwriter was asked to stretch “touching” into five pages of script, and he found himself going from “try spider legs” to “the touch possibilities are endless” to “all lovemakers want to feel like a newborn baby.” That’s gross, stupid, and criminally gross.

The section called Being Creative With Your Body contains exactly one body creativity tip: film yourselves having sex. It starts with Rich “I Like When You Touch My Penis” Ard filming Tiffany’s naked body while Diana tries to talk you into doing the same thing at home. He zooms in on her asshole while a keyboard plays the kind of bouncy music you only hear in instructional videos. He gets a moist closeup of her labia majora to a soundtrack that would feel right at home in a video about canning your own jam or getting the most out of your John Deere tractor mower. For a porno, this is awful, but for a mango lube commercial, it’s worse.

Richard and Tiffany start to have graphic, tightly framed intercourse. The video gives decent advice about sweet talk, confidence, and eye contact while Richard screws up every word of it. He lays motionless, staring at the ceiling as if there’s a goldfish somewhere bubbling, “Tiffany! That’s not me! Our minds! There’s been some kind of… some kind of total fish-up!”

While in various states of disinterest sometimes drifting near confused or sad, Richard gets lifelessly porked by Tiffany. Diana narrates, “As Tiffany sits on Richard, she is a woman happily thrusting.” I don’t know what we expected from this tape, but this is the least skilled sexual encounter anyone could imagine combined with a bad writer bluntly describing it for the blind. The only one this is helpful for is the terrified goldfish brain trapped inside Richard.

Tiffany gets some flattering shots of her terrible, expressionless lover as he probes her wet canal for answers and finds none. That’s it! I can’t stress enough how this section was nothing more than “try making a sex tape, even if your toadlike lover’s body is possessed by a fish.”

I’m starting to think at least someone involved in this was trying to make a comedy. Because the section Learn to Tease immediately opens on Carol deep-throating Robert. She’s not kissing around the edges of it, tickling him with a furry glove, or misting his perineum with Sinclair-brand anal gland spray. She is bashing the back of her own head out trying to finish him off. If she considers this “teasing,” her idea of full-blown intercourse is going to take most of Robert’s skin off. Diana cheerfully narrates this the same way a Mormon homemaker might double check a chore list. “She sucks on his penis. Until he is close to cumming.”

Before climax, Carol stops so Robert can put his face on her chest and blink on her tits. She responds by rubbing his fully deflated penis and balls with a feather. If you lost two babies in a cave and they grew up in the dark knowing nothing of our ways, the moment they entered puberty they would have better sex ideas than these. I have led a full and diverse erotic life, but I have never been with a woman so terrible in bed she would consider blocking off ten minutes to rub a feather on balls. Carol is the dick-shriveling champion of the world.

Okay, so now you know how to be creative with your body (film their butthole) and you’ve learned how to tease (suck that shit until it’s soft). You’re definitely ready for…

At the start of The Main Event, Diana talks about how couples need to work as a team, and in another perfect How to Seduce Your Lover Forever comedy gag, they demonstrate this with a shot of Zach laying back while Tracy devours his cock. It has all the intimacy of an international traveler getting his shoes shined at the airport. Then Zach moves behind her, shoves her face into the bed, and gets after it. It’s not not loving, but it’s how you would shoot a love scene in a movie where the husband is the villain. It’s also more than adequate to demonstrate to an instructional video audience how to penetrate your wife from behind. They keep going, and going. Diana has no more to say about teamwork. Zach jackhammers Tracy and jackhammers Tracy. We are far beyond the reasonable limits of what anyone would consider “instructional.” We’re creeps in a married couple’s bedroom.

You might be curious what Diana said while she watched these two fuck. Here you go: “As Zach penetrates her vaginally from behind, their intercourse heats up. Because of their upbringing, many women, but not Tracy, believe that tender lovemaking is the only acceptable kind of sex.” It’s remarkable that the producers thought there was a single couple willing to watch a sex instructional video together who would also say, “Oh, honey, look! We should maybe try doing it fast one time.”

It keeps going until Zach stops to catch his breath, but he soon gets back to it. I insist I haven’t left anything out– he had sex to completion into his wife to sell massage oil while a sex therapist described “from behind” like an unspeakable pleasure we’d never heard of.

After Play involves things like snuggling and chatting. Paul and Colleen demonstrate how to do it.

The couple sits in the wet spot having a cup of coffee and a snack while Diana explains how to cuddle. Romantic advice is usually irrelevant or obvious or both, but “don’t flee the home after sex” seems beyond satire. These fucking people hired naked untrained actors to teach viewers about snuggling.

Tracy and Zach go a different direction. They have a nude pillow fight which lasts about 10 seconds before they start to fuck again. They’re not much for foreplay, but they are true overachievers in every other aspect of lovemaking. And with that, we’re done! We now know the basics of maki– wait. There’s forty minutes of tape left?

Okay, sure, Touch and Taste. You’ve heard of them, but Diana wants you to really do them. She leads you on a meditative journey where you take a strawberry to bed and REALLY FUCKING EAT that thing. Here, I’ll let Paul and Colleen demonstrate:

First you suck on the berry. Lick it like you might a foot. Then put her foot in your mouth like you might a strawberry. If you do this right, one of you will be gone by the time you’re done.

There was already a section called Art of Touch, but this is Touch and the Female Body. How are they different? They’re not, but they had a few extra minutes of foot sucking and nowhere else to put the advice, “Women prefer different kinds of breast stimulation at different times of the month. So be sure to ask.” I was making fun of this video earlier for being mostly obvious advice but I would have never thought to ask a woman where she was on her cycle before I squashed her tits.

Besides the generous attention to their feet, Paul and Colleen spend some time licking each other’s eyes and noses. There is no care given to erogenous zones. Paul and Colleen make love like an old dog happy you’ve returned from war. Zach and Tracy would have had two fingers in each other’s assholes by now. Diana also gives this hot tip while Paul rubs Colleen’s butt: “Kissing and… tenderly pulling on her pubic hair. He kisses his way back up to her vulva. Plays with the vaginal lips.” He does that for a while. She is practically begging for mercy. And pleading for penetration.

The next pointlessly named section for a random selection of sex advice is:

Touch and the Male Body opens with Robert and Carol making out on the bed while she fusses with his limp dong. He is neither a grower nor a shower. Diana says, “Carol is now encouraging Robert to masturbate in front of her, while she licks his scrotum.

Robert does.

Next up are some quizzes! Exactly two quizzes!

“Boss, I’ve never done a sex VHS quiz before. Should I add some blanks so they can write their answers on the TV?”

“What do you think, you fucking idiot!? I need to find three more couples willing to make filthy love in front of this crew for 200 bucks by Tuesday!”

“Definitely lines. I think mine would be penis four times and then one foot.”

Relaxed and Peaceful? Anxious and Tense? This isn’t going to sound like an insult but I mean it like one: these people sort of know how to fuck, but they can’t make quizzes for shit.

Oh my god, another one about touch. This one features Robert blinking on nipples again, and Carol rubbing his flaccid penis with a feather again. Oh wait, this is new:

Robert uses a makeup brush to apply blush to his wife’s ribs. See, they haven’t run out of erotic ideas! Add some nail polish to her clitoris! Hang tinsel from her ponda baba! The one sex tip the Sinclair Institute keeps coming back to is to strip your lover naked and smear nearby things on them like an idle toddler. This concludes what I hope will be the final section on “touch.”

God damn it. Wait, hold on. This one looks good.

Richard is alone in his gym, benching forty pounds. As a man in his 20’s, he needs to work hard to maintain the look of a ponytailed tube of breakfast sausage with clinical depression. He is glorious. As his mighty arms heave the bar up a second time, Tiffany sneaks in, gets naked, and starts licking his feet. If he likes this, you wouldn’t know from his face, penis, or continued bench-pressing.

Of all the times this video tells us to suck feet, this is the worst and most irresponsible. Instructional videos always give overcautious warnings about checking with a physician before doing a jumping jack, but if you’re sneaking up on people and licking the bottom of their feet while they’re at the gym, you could die. Tiffany’s corpse is probably in a secure virology lab as we speak.

In an earlier section we learned The Set-Up. Now it’s time for SETTING THE STAGE. Picture this: Richard and Tiffany in a bath surrounded by 17 million candles. She washes his hairy toe knuckles for the 9th time this video. She rubs a sponge against his tiny, limp penis several times to let the second camera get closeups. The two of them explore one another’s feet in four inches of swampy butt water. I don’t know why I’m asking you to picture it; I took a screenshot:

As things move from feet to crotches, Diana starts describing it like a livestock masturbator explaining her job to school children. “Richard is gently putting his finger up into Tiffany’s vagina. And she is contracting her P.C. vaginal muscles.” Then, suddenly, this happens:

What was once a beginner’s guide to fucking feet is now some kind of metaphysical energy channeling exercise. Richard and Tiffany nudely do the splits together while they “tighten their genital muscles” at each other. For what seems like hours. Diana explains, “The sexual energy goes up into the brain as they inhale. Their sexual energies blend and dance.” It’s a living nightmare. If you walked in on this, no one would blame you for attacking these two aliens with a shovel.

And since there is no fucking point to any of these bullet points, Diana now starts a commercial for edible oils, gels, and lotions (safe for genitals). Why? I’m glad you asked. She says, while these two creatures are flexing their sex holes, “If a man experimenting with cunilingus isn’t sure he likes his partner’s clean, natural vaginal juices… knowing that the vagina like the eye is self-cleaning… he can mask… those with flavors he prefers. Kahlua, Strawberry, cinnamon, whatever. Some of these edible potions even get warm when you blow on them.” If history’s grossest toenail collectors were assembled to rub their warts on a Lunchables pizza, those men would say, “Aargh! Even we cannot defeat Diana Wiley’s vagina potion sales pitch as the least appealing mouth thing ever.”

Oh good, there’s a whole section for Diana’s disgusting potions. And it of course opens on foot stuff. Tracy is rubbing Zach’s feet while he lays on the kitchen counter before putting his “corona, or head of the penis” in her mouth. She sucks for a while, then rubs honey all over it. It responds by laying on its side, showing no signs of arousal. Zach is a pound-you-from-behind-until-he’s-done man, not a penis-honey-in-the-kitchen man. Diana ignores this and calls his disinterested member “increasingly erect.” Tracy takes an “orange-flavored ice cube” and slops it and Zach’s dong around in her mouth. It does not help his boner, but it does help clean the honey off. Anyway, they’re a sloppy mess and at least four hours from completion. Welcome to POTIONS AND LOTIONS, I guess.

It cuts to Paul covering Colleen in ash with a feather duster. Wait, let Diana explain: “For a change of pace, edible, digestible, naturally made honey dust, is a pleasurable delight.” It looks nothing like eroticism. It looks like they’re getting ready to sneak up on enemy commandos in a volcanic battleground.

Earlier there was some mention of oral sex enhancements, but Diana remembered some more. Try “Natural flavors” with no further explanation except “the saltiness of sweat or pre-ejaculate.” This is all accompanied by a long pitch citing multiple studies on why it’s okay to do oral sex. Who is this goddamn video for? Diana, here’s the ordinary sequence of sexual events in a person’s life: hand stuff, mouth stuff, sex stuff, a huge expanse of sexual experience, watching middle-aged sex instructional videos with our nude yoga partner. There is no conceivable viewer of this full penetration ad for flavored lotions uncomfortable with the idea of genitals in their mouth. If anything, we need a section on crazy shit we can do with the genitals already in there.

Yeah, something like that.

Wait, I take it back. This whole section is dedicated to Richard and Tiffany sitting on each other’s heads in different ways. This isn’t Oral Creativity. This is how Richard gets his own foot fungus on his dick. Diana gives one last desperate pitch for you to try the taboo ritual of oral sex. “Sperm is low in calories!

There’s only one last lesson, and it’s very advanced. Multiple Orgasms. It starts with Carol desperately trying to get Robert’s flaccid penis back in the game. Nothing is working. She is humming on it. They take turns pulling on it and rubbing it with a popsicle. She fills her mouth with mouthwash?

Maybe you were picturing the woman having multiple orgasms, but no, this is about starting a whole new lovemaking session with an uncooperative penis. The two of them finally get it stiff enough they figure they can mash it in and Carol jumps on it with microseconds to spare! And that, viewers, is how you multiple orgasm. But hold on, don’t throw that dick popsicle away! Lay back and relax. You’ve earned it.

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Podcasting Day: Megan Wants A Murderer, Part 4 🌭

Today, on the Dogg Zzone 9000, Brockway and Seanbaby are joined by 1900-HOTDOG’s own Lydia Bugg. Together they explore unknown territory– the fourth episode of 2009’s Megan Wants a Millionaire. Though a perfect episode of television (because every one of the contestants was a hilarious failure), it was never aired (because one of the contestants got caught murdering).

It’s Part Four of our groundbreaking true crime reality watchalong podcast series, Megan Wants a Murderer! Brockway still doesn’t know which of these terrible men committed a gruesome crime, but you can listen to him try to figure it out from knife throwing alone.

That’s right! The television show taken off the air for murder features a head-to-head knife throwing battle! And a sword fight! And a sumo match where both men are holding a metal pipe? And a martini contest? Wait, and an underwater box-opening race? A-and also a bocce ball competition? And one of the guys pulls out his phone to show Megan his penile implant wearing a Santa hat! And then five of them make out with her, four of them in front of the others?! With special guest star, Jack Dagger, who you of course know as the 2004 National Champion Tomahawk Thrower! All in less than 40 minutes! This show would have changed the world, but the only people it changed were the three of us because we’re the only ones who ever saw it.

Listen wherever you do your podcasting, and help support the site with whatever click engagement things they do there! Will Brockway find the killer? Is it Sex Toy Dave?

Was it suspected human foot collector, David, the “professional” SCUBA diver of 15 years with “certifications coming out his ass” who just fucking sucks at everything and almost died in four feet of water?

Is it maybe Al, the generous but lipless man who spilled champagne in Megan’s eye during episode one?

There’s still one contestant who gets so little screen time and has so little personality none of us can remember him. Chorman? Is it maybe that guy? The Chorman guy I mentioned?

There are so many obvious suspects, and Brockway’s killer-finding mind still hasn’t ruled out lipless Al.

Maybe it’s Alex “Aleconda” who showed Megan an unsolicited dick pic in person, had it go quite badly, told a camera crew, “every time I show a picture of my d**k something good happens,” got kicked off the show, and then told the same camera crew, “she saw my d**k and then she sends me home!? WHAT!? Does she ever want pleasure in her life?” Could someone with that much self-control and good judgement ever take a human life?

You’re going to love it, but nowhere close to as much as we did! And remember: Brockway still doesn’t know which one of these awful, piece-of-shit millionaires killed his wife, so don’t tell him!

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Upsetting Day: 101 Things to Make Her Wet

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Podcasting Day: Megan Wants a Murderer, Part 3 🌭

Lydia, Seanbaby, and Brockway, the whole 1900🌭 team, come together to discuss episode 3 of the TV landscape-altering disaster that was 2009’s Megan Wants a Millionaire. If you’re just joining us, Megan Wants a Millionaire is a reality show about a woman hoping to sell her body and life to unloveable monsters for, hold on let me run the numbers… upwards of $30,000 a year.

Listen here! Or over here if you missed Megan episodes one and two.

The episode we are discussing was the last one VH1 aired because, as you may know, one of these terrible suitors… was a murderer. And Brockway still doesn’t know which one! Brockway is still wildly guessing! Brockway can’t find murderers!!!

As with previous episodes, don’t tell him! There are still two more unaired episodes in this acclaimed podcast series and two more chances for him to solve the mystery using heavily edited reality show footage alone! Was it Trust Fund Joe?

Was it one of the ones they never show and we never talk about?

Maybe the killer is David, the smarmy asshole who talks to Megan like she’s a baby?

Wait, is Brockway sure it’s not Joe?

Is it millionaire stripper Punisher? Or the guy who takes his shirt off every time Punisher takes his shirt off?

Listen to the Dogg Zzone 9000 wherever you get podcasts! Help support us by liking and reviewing! Love us on Soundcloud! Pizza us on Godek!

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Upsetting Day: The Most Excellent Book of How to be a Clown 🌭

Twenty five years ago, a simple woman named Catherine Perkins had a simple idea: clown kids. Tiny children, dressed up and performing as clowns. You’re saying how? Fucking why? No, fuck you, why? Great questions, but slow down. I don’t want to spoil the ending of The most excellent book of how to be a clown with easy step-by-step instructions for a brilliant performance.

When your whole idea is “someone needs to show children how to dress up like clowns,” it’s tough to stretch that into a book. So Catherine didn’t. Her book, which is again called The most excellent book of how to be a clown with easy step-by-step instructions for a brilliant performance, is only 32 pages long. So to be clear, a book publisher heard the pitch “children clowns and nothing else,” from a woman with no previous writing experience, and instead of saying, “you’re insane,” they said “great.” Then she handed them a 32 page manuscript and instead of saying “okay, you’re insane,” they said, “okay, great.” When you’re this bad at spotting danger, you shouldn’t be publishing books. You should be screaming, “Oh no, not again” from a cage in an abandoned amusement park.

This is the table of contents, and I’m including it mainly to prove I wasn’t exaggerating about this ending after 32 pages. Catherine knows less about being a ten-year-old clown than Dennis Miller’s electric razor knows about Philips Norelco’s return policy, babe. She named her chapters things like THE CLOWN’S COSTUME, CONFETTI BUCKET, and YOUR CLOWN’S FACE which seem like things a child clown would hiss if you asked, “How long are you going to keep me in here? Where am I supposed to go to the bathroom!?”

The chapter, “Choosing your CLOWN” takes you through all both of the clown choices– The Auguste, The Whiteface, and this is not a book with a lot of depth. Picking the right one really depends on how much shrieking you, the child clown, want to be doing when you’re biting off someone’s fingers. Look, it may seem like I’m making cheap scary clown jokes, but I honestly think that any child in 1996 who used this to become The Whiteface grew up to be and is currently a murderer. 

Take a moment and imagine a child asking, “Can you buy me a clown instruction manual along with hundreds of dollars worth of props and also dedicate dozens of hours of your time to develop my mime act?” If you don’t have the parenting skills to say no to that, it’s no wonder your shitty kid wants to be a clown. If Bill Cosby’s dad was alive he’d tell you, “Thank you. This mime child of yours makes me feel better about the monster I created, zabobba goobo.”

When your intended audience is grade schoolers very interested in mime, your book doesn’t have to be good. But I fucking dare you to come up with something less useful than this vague suggestion of zanyness. This sounds like someone trying to destroy a robot by asking it to define “silly.” It’s like a police statement given by a child after something killed his third birthday party.

To express yourself, you want to make your expressions clear and exaggerated, which means it’s only the third piece of advice and Catherine is already repeating herself. I didn’t expect this book to be good. No one could have! But I am sort of shocked how even the most remedial possible instructions on how to be a clown runs out of steam the moment your audience knows what a clown is. Is the entirety of clown school really someone saying, “Clowns must be silly and exaggerated, and thank you for coming. Mr. Boi-oing will notarize your course completion licenses on your way out.”

The chapter called “Your Clown’s FACE” delicately shows you how to put on clown makeup, which is something a Walgreens Halloween costume assumes you can handle on your own. It’s vaguely nightmarish, and it’s hard to picture this child saying anything other than a parade of snakes out of his mouth. I don’t know, there’s something about a lifeless grin, clown makeup, and eyes filled with malevolent blackness that unnerves me.

CASTING CALL: Child needed for clown book photo shoot. Models must have completely black eyes and two or more Vietnam deployments. APPLICANTS MUST PROVIDE OWN KNIFE.

Let’s look at “More Crazy FACES.” For The Cheery Clown, carefully blend the red face paint to create the illusion of a boy clown with most of his face torn off. Tell your “audience” (see Page 32) you’re looking for your face, looking for your face. One of them has it!

I’m not sure I get “Funny BODY.” Do you need a master’s degree in stupid to appreciate clowns? If I saw a child clown roll up his sleeve it wouldn’t even occur to me he’s hilariously making his arm grow. It shouldn’t occur to anyone. It’s like a magician pulling a deck of cards from his pocket and being done because he was hoping you’d never seen pockets before. But let’s say it works. Say, by some miracle, you are good enough at pulling up your sleeve that you’ve convinced someone you’re a child clown with grotesquely long arms. In that moment, they are feeling the absolute opposite of joy. If you took that weirdly long clown arm off with a machete, a 911 dispatcher would send the police to give you an emergency medal.

Catherine explains how to do nine gags like “The WEIGHT LIFTER,” which is pretending a fake dumbbell is very heavy. I feel like if any person, even one who never aspired to be a clown, closed their eyes and pictured things clowns do they would write the exact list with the exact instructions. Pretend a bucket has water in it, but it turns out to be confetti. Juggle. Hunt the boy who took your cheery face. I’m not sure what my point is. I guess it’s that the audience for this book can’t conceivably exist. You don’t know anything about clowns but desperately need a job as one? And you’re four? Living in a civilization that allows full costume amateur child clown shows? What a strong clown! What a strong clown!

Catherine’s advice on how to run face-first into a wall is pretty good. You pretend to walk through a wall, bow, run into it twice, and TA DAH!

There are little touches in the book that sort of spell out, “You were right the whole time– we are criminally insane.” Like in “A Clown’s BEST FRIEND,” where it shows you how to pretend a stiff dog leash is attached to an invisible pet, someone took the time to add a little phantom dog to the photo. What could this be other than a nod to other maniacs? This ghost dog is either the child clown book equivalent of a murder club secret handshake or nothing makes sense. It’s like when a conservative convention stage is shaped like a nazi symbol. They’re not Nazi nazis, but, you know, wink! You don’t need this explained; at this point it’s been said again and again how right wing politics are exactly like dead dogs haunting child clowns.

There are a lot of uniquely deranged elements in The most excellent book of how to be a clown with easy step-by-step instructions for a brilliant performance, but look at this index. The term “mime” appears on 12 of the book’s 30 indexable pages, and Catherine decided to list eight of them as “14, 15, 16-17, 18-19, 20, 21.” Hey, Catherine, in the non clown community we pronounce that “14-21,” you miming lunatic. This is how a child clown holds your mouth open and counts your teeth. You could have just put “mime: most pages.” Catherine, if this isn’t some kind of activation code for tiny clown operatives, fuck you. And fuck you if it isn’t, Catherine. Look at what you’ve done. Look at this goddamn abomination you’ve created. This book has been leering at me from my desk since March 8th-11th, 12th, 13, 14th-15th, the 16th, and 17th through the 18th. Also the 19th, and 20th. 21, 22, I’m the one who has your boy clown faces, Catherine. Come and get them. I’m ready for you on the 23rd. The 24th-26th. 27. The 28th through the 30th, 31st.


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Podcasting Day: Megan Wants a Murderer, with Eddie Doty 🌭

There are no standardized ways to measure curses, but 2009’s Megan Wants a Millionaire is the most cursed television show of all time. It was born from a reality show knockoff of a chain of reality show spin offs of a reality show knockoff starring a reality show star famous for losing reality shows. The title is not fucking being cute, and it was a show about a woman selling her services as a “trophy wife” to “millionaires.”

The Dogg Zzone 9000 Hot Dog Nights: Megan Wants A Murderer, Part One is available wherever you get podcasts, and you can start listening now! But back to what I was saying about Megan Wants a Millionaire

The show was purposefully waving its filthy dick at decency, just daring society to collapse. It was a human auction starring seventeen men so pathetic they thought going on TV for a chance to buy pussy from a dirtbag made them look cool. But one of these performatively amoral monsters had a secret. It turns out one of the, again in quotes, “millionaires,” was… a murderer.

You might already know this story. When an almost popular VH1 dating show gets pulled from the air after three episodes because one of the singles killed his wife, your entertainment news editor is going to say yes to the story pitch. The incident was pretty famous and, without exaggeration, changed the entire reality show industry. But what makes our story special is this: Brockway doesn’t know which one of these guys is the killer.

Don’t tell him! Don’t tweet it at him or mention it in Discord or invite him to a Dungeons & Dragons campaign called “GOBLET OF THE DONALD IS THE MURDERER.” Robert is going to, in this multi-part podcast series, try to figure out which contestant is the murderer just from how he runs obstacle courses or tries to fuck a dingbat.

He and I (this is Seanbaby typing, hi) are joined by my old friend– producer and editor Eddie Doty. Among his many TV credits, Eddie edited several of the VH1 shows leading up to this including Flavor of Love, I Love New York, and Rock of Love. He coined the phrase “Krang body” which we use several times to describe Donald, producer of the Chainsaw Cheerleaders film series and for all Brockway knows, a murderer. Here’s Donald (he didn’t win or murder anyone (probably?)):

Enjoy the show and I repeat: if you remember who did it or have The Google, don’t tell Brockway! We haven’t recorded the entire series yet and it’s very important to me to find out if he can detect murderers simply from how they perform during zany activities. It helps support us if you Like and Review! And please Firemare us on Krull!