Okay, well not always, but sometimes, except this time. ’cause this time. Its the not to good. Actually its pretty bad. I’ve been debating on whether or not to even link to it.

However, I know that you, our fickle blog readers, you’re itching and burning for a little, something something to get you through the night and weekend. What could help you though this weekend better than a couple of celebritah beaver shots?

Now I’m not gonna post the pictures here, nope, we’re running a respectable establishment. Instead I’ll direct you to our first candidate who has just assured there won’t be any of the sex happening around the phish bowl until at least the middle of next week. Yes ladies and perverts I present to you Courtney Love’s beavage. At least we’re not exposing you to her over exposed boobages for the 2,998,876^th time.

Now of course if you were brave, or stupid (its your call), enough to click that link you’re probably looking for a little something something else erase that image that’s been seared into your mind’s eye.

Well that’s where our dear old Californian Gubernatorial candidate comes in to play. It seems that Mary, not to be confused with the no talent hack who slept her way to the top Mariah, Carey is tired of those who don’t use their assets to make a living earning the headlines on TMZ. So she’s doing what she’s trained to do and putting her best, um, foot forward. TMZ has the video for you to check out at your leisure.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find an image of a fully clothed Mary Carey? Its damned near impossible.

In the end though, well I gave in, mainly because if my streak has ended, well, so should yours. I’d managed to go 31 years on this spinning ball of mud without seeing Courtney Love’s mommy bits, now well I’m contemplating jamming a pencil in my eyes so I can be assured I won’t see them (it?) again.

There’s no need to thank me, that look on your face, its thanks enough.

Of course if you wanted to do something for me, and undoubtedly the rest of civilization, you could make sure the next celebrity up-skirt commando picture the paparazzi sends flying across the intertubes isn’t possessed by Charlotte Church.