Where's the love?
When it came time to getting busy, Cleopatra and her lover Casanova famously slid raw oysters down their throat, earning the seafood the reputation of being a natural love drug.
Nobody reads Playboy for the articles. Nobody goes to Vegas for the local color. And nobody visits strip clubs for the food—not until now, anyway. Consider me the first.
When opening a utensil drawer, one doesn't usually think, That fork looks sexy. I should bring it into the bedroom and have some fun with it.
A Mormon walks into a sex shop. It sounds like the set-up to a bawdy comedy, or a joke where the punch line is inevitably "The Missionary Position!" Ha. Ha.
As music editor at CityBeat, I sometimes feel like the belle of the ball in the San Diego music scene. Every band wants my number, it seems. Every band wants me to go to their show.
Andrew Armacost makes one request before the interview begins: He doesn't mind if this piece makes him seem evil; he just doesn't want to look stupid.