A bold sexual revolutionary with a truly obscene ruthlessness!

The former-pro-surfer-and-comic-turned-DJ Paul Fisher, who trades under the stage name FISHER and who makes provocative videos that’ll make you want to twist your nipples in the dark, has revealed a bank of sexually explicit homosexual fantasies on the podcast Darling Shine!

FISHER, you’ll remember, delighted bar patrons in Las Vegas last year by gatecrashing his wife’s thirtieth birthday celebration at an all-male revue, performing a striptease act of his own, twitching like a dynamo and simulating forced fellatio, cunnilingus and coitus live on stage.

 

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You can sense his hate for the legions of vaginally frigid out there, preferring the souped-up voltage of a clitoris ready to spring.

And, now, on a podcast hosted by his wife Chloe and her pal Ellidy Pullin, FISHER has revealed his most explicit sexual fantasies.

“I would definitely have to fuck Hemsworth,” said FISHER as he played a game called Fuck, Marry, Kill, “That thing, imagine slapping that fucking arse, it’s pretty good.”

Host Emily suggested FISHER should marry Hemsworth thereby guaranteeing multiple sexual excursions.

FISHER then nominated the mixed martial artist and former UFC champion in both the featherweight and lightweight divisions Conor McGregor as someone whom he would enjoy getting down on his knees behind and examining the machine more attentively before, cock stiff as a drainpipe and as red as a cheap piece of fishing tackle, working away like a billy goat.

FISHER nominated another UFC fighter, Luke Rockhold, as the person he would kill.

In the same podcast, FISHER and Chloe also talk of the travails of trying to have a kid via IVF.

A mixed bag, as they say.

Well shoots.

It felt like only minutes ago, though in reality it was probably months/years, that the World Surf League had decided that “content” and “media” was its future thereby launching the ambitious WSL Studios and poised for riches.

Films.

Shows.

HBO etc.

Well, an explosive new rumor, from a great and handsome source, has just floated across BeachGrit‘s perpetually sunny horizon, like a World War II balloon bomb of old, that declares the much ballyhooed WSL Studios was shuttered overnight, multiple employees fired without warning, and this is the end?

Of that?

Heir of publishing money who turned it into hedge fund capital and a co-Waterperson of the Year title Dirk Ziff, who purchased the World Surf League, then the Association of Surfing Professionals, for free some ten years ago, has sunk over an alleged half billion United States dollars into the venture but decided that the only thing that matters is the tours and the shoulder content associated with the selfsame tour, not independent films based upon the “Rise and Fall of Gabriel Medina” which may have been very good.

The sparkling white Vans sporting Erik Logan, brought over from the highly successful Oprah Winfrey Network, was theoretically the man for that WSL Studios job. His place remains safe, as CEO of the whole shebang for the time being, but tens of others are out on the streets, maybe starving, and without warning.

This whole business is, theoretically, supposed to be kept mum until Friday but thank you BeachGrit for hustling the news forthwith because Friday is generally not chill for news.

I am almost certain that “Thank you, BeachGrit” is uttered in the Ziff household nightly.

Longboarding.

And, as always, more as the story develops.

Get paddling!

Come on, here, surfers. This has gone on far too long and I simply can’t believe one of our kind has not asserted maritime law and gone to fetch the cargo ship laden with Porsches and Bentleys and Lamborghinis that as been abandoned off the Azores surf-rich coast.

The whole troubles began sometime last week when the Felicity Ace caught fire in the Atlantic, the crew jumped ship and off she floated alone and lonely with her loot.

Fire crews on tugs have attempted to reach her, though turbulent weather has delayed them meaning that opportunity is knocking, and knocking loudly, for one of our Portuguese brethren to paddle and claim.

“There are no visible fire spots anymore, and there’s no more smoke,” João Manuel Mendes Cabeças, captain of the nearest Portuguese naval port on the island of Faial in the Azores told the Wall Street Journal yesterday. “The temperature inside the ship is still high, but at least the crew can be on the main deck.”

As it so happens, the whole of the World Surf League Championship Tour will be in Portugal soon. Easy flights to the Azores. Easy paddles to felicity.

Who’s in?

Kanoa Igarashi?

A smoked Lamborghini would complement that gold chain nicely.