Posts tagged with Meg McCarville

Softcore super-siren Andrea Davis has been hailed for having the largest, longest, and most lickably illustrious nipples in contemporary sexploitation. Now she’s gone and done something unthinkable and unspankable. Come joining us in mourning over not coming.

That’s Hollywood! was a late-'70s/early-’80s syndicated TV series doling out admirable half-hour cinema history lessons that were narrated by the dulcet tones of Mr. Tom Bosley. Before VCRs and instant access to more movie clips than anyone could possibly stand, this and Siskel and Ebert served as methadone to movie freaks between big-screen fixes. The show has become something of a minor cult item, and never moreso than in the instance of its episode dedicated to big cult movies.

The finest nudity-laden films of 2008 include two horror hits, and a comedy featuring the naked asshole, vagina, and pert little suck-sacks of Meg McCarville, who was Andrea Davis’s main competition in the realm of superhumanly succulent nipples, and who know has the crown all to herself. Congratulations to us. Click the nips for more.

Code Red DVD does right by the once-lost '80s teen sex classic Hot Moves!

L.A.'s UltraStar Studio plays host to art-damaged Third Reich ravishers!

IronBabe's Jackie Stevens steps in and strips down for Misty Mundae -- electrifyingly elongated-nipples-first!

And Return to Sleepaway Camp may herald a renaissance of weird, haunting, unsanitary sexual amusements from a quarter-century ago coming back to bite us in (the front of) the pants.

Click on Das Boobs for the (w)hole truth.

Tits the season to turn (on) to Satan.

Follow the McMestophelian trail of McBeardo as he conjures up a stroker’s dozen of the most scorchingly occult-themed flesh-flicks to ever destroy pants and reap souls.

Get the supernatural skinny on diabolical diversions that include Nude for Satan, Satan's Cheerleaders, Satan's Schools for Sluts, and To the Devil, a Daughter.

Also read a bunch of berserk boob-butt-and-bush hoo-hah along the way, bolstered by more Nekromistress t-shirt shots. Is this the week she gets nude? Click the pic to find out.

A Skintroduction to Mr Skin's Man in the Feels

Editor's Note: McBeardo is Mr Skin’s resident sexpert on weird, cult, fringe, midnight, underground and/or any other extreme form of skinema.

He reports from the frontlines and backrooms of most skintimidating screening halls on the planet – not the least of which is the place where he keeps his couch.

The opinions of McBeardo are not necessarily those of Mr Skin, MrSkin.com, or any related affiliates. The ideas as to what constitutes a “wild time” are definitely not Mr Skin’s, period.

Please click McBeardo's mitt on the magnifincent bosom on Nekromistress to go to the next page and read his first column.

The rock-n-roll madman known and feared worldwide as GG Allin was born Jesus Christ Allin -- for real -- to Vermont hillbillies on this date in 1956.

As chronicled in the documentary Hated, this one-of-a-kind talent literally tore audiences apart. While publicly performing his incendiary odes to evil, GG Allin would punch people out, empty his kidneys and bowels on stage, lacerate his skin, vomit, consume the body wastes of others, and assault all comers with any blunt object within his grasp.

Alas, the light that burns brightest also flames out fastest, and on June 29, 1993, GG Allin died of an accidental heroin overdose in New York City.

So why would Mr. Skin pay tribute to so craven a man-beast? Because to a generation of over-the-edge and out-of-their-clothes female actresses, rockers, models, performers, and artists, GG Allin serves as a Satanically powerful skinspiration.

Consider the Suicide Girls, Melinda Clarke self-mutilating in Return of the Living Dead III, daredevil scream queen Emily Haack, marble-nippled freak show Meg McCarville … and even Alanis Morissette, who happily pees into keg cups on camera!

Get a full blast of how outrageous the Daughters of GG can get after the jump.