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Cockless Rock: Lez Zeppelin Goes Mudsharkin’ 
Titans of cock rock Led Zeppelin have had their share of cover bands, including the delightfully awful Dred Zeppelin and burrito-shaped lead singer Tortelvis. Now, the leonine lads (minus vomit-choker Bonzo) are being paid a tribute they might really want to watch, dude. A bunch (group? Herd? Parliament?) of lesbians have banded together to use their magical clit-licking powers to perform Zep classics and turn the whole notion of cock rock upside down – or inside out, more precisely, along with a whole wave of lesbo bands with clever names like AC/DShe, Cheap Chick and The Ramonas. LZ’s a little gun-shy when it comes to talking about eating pussy though. “We have sort of a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy,” lead hammer Steph Paynes told Reuters. “What matters is the music.” Yeah? Tell that to Tracy Chapman when she comes a’ fishmongering.
Whole lotta love: http://www.lezzeppelin.com/
Mooning in Maryland: It’s The Law
The next time you’re driving through the Old Line State, feel free to drop trou. That’s the official word from the state’s judiciary, which ruled this week that mooning, while “disgusting” and “demeaning,” isn’t illegal. The case revolved around a man from the D.C. suburb of Germantown who flashed his hind parts at a female neighbor during an argument. As are most tedious suburban arguments, the dispute centered around a homeowners’ association. The case could have gone against the man-and indecent exposure in the state carries a $1000 fine and up to three years in jail. But Judge Eugene Wolf decided that if mooning were illegal, then half the bathers at Ocean City, Md., beaches would be breaking the law. The defendant’s attorney said the ruling should “bring comfort to all beachgoers and plumbers” in Maryland.
Jake Delhomme’s Football Pants Malfunction
Starter Jake Delhomme, during a Panthers/Falcons game, tore his pants and had to leave the field to find a replacement pair. After the incident, the Fox cameras zoomed in to give us all a closer look. Enjoy!
WayBig in ‘06!
After taking an extremely rare 1-day hiatus for New Years day, this entry qualifies as our 2006 inaugural post. In an effort to keep this as short and sweet as possible, we’d like to take a moment to thank our readers. Many thanks go out to you for your help in bringing our little gay porn outfit as far as you have from it’s obscure beginnings back in early ‘05. We have a lot of mouth-watering and titillating changes in the works. So much so that this year’s theme outta be “WayBig in 0oh-Six!” Hey, I like the sound of that!
-The WayBig Team
2005: The Year in Weird
As we look back through the year in sex, we’re reminded of one simple rule: guys will do anything with their dicks, given the right inspiration. Hark back with us through some of the more odd headlines from 2005:
Idaho Boy Becums Betty Cocker
Hey, that’s not frosting! In an act of biological revenge for having his cheese sandwich slathered with peanut butter, an Idaho kid jerked off onto a pan of brownies and somehow got his friends to eat them. He was charged with disturbing the peace for something every Boy Scout in America is now trying to pull off.
Monogamy with Ranch Dressing
Sex with veal gets off Harold Hart. But the 63-year-old Wisconsin man does have a conscience, dammit. According to arresting police who took his statement, Hart stopped by a certain farm more than 50 times to fuck baby cows-but never did it while he was married or with a girlfriend. Because that would be just wrong.
Double-bagging Gone Awry
An Iowa Wal-Mart greeter gave customers a little lagniappe when he handed out pictures of himself naked, save for a Wal-Mart bag strapped to his Tom Johnson. Dean Wooten said it was all a joke, sir—he was only lampooning the company’s supposed “new uniforms.” Told by bosses to stop, he kept on flashing by proxy–and got canned. On the upside, he was able to walk out with his dignity intact, having lost it by taking the job in the first place.
New Orleans: A Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World
New Orleans is slowly getting its act together. And with most of the basics back in place, the city’s hankering for visitors of every stripe, particularly the gay boys, says the Southern Voice, Atlanta’s gay newspaper. And one of the big reasons to head to the Big Easy for a weekend jaunt is the overabundance of manly men on the ground in what remains of the city. One horny old codger, formerly the city’s health department director, estimates that the city’s 60 to 70 percent male these days, thanks to FEMA, the military presence and the hasty exodus of the city’s lesbian and child-rearing community (gym teachers and their students, we imagine). Dr. Brobson Lutz says the heady, male-heavy atmosphere “is very unusual for a U.S. city, and probably more characteristic of an old frontier operation like in the Wild West or in Alaska.” G. Gordon Liddy would call it a target-rich environment: we’ll just add that the city’s bathhouse is back on its feet, or off them, and the Corner Pocket is as delightfully skeevy as ever. Laissez le bon temps rouler!
Life goes on for gay New Orleans [SoVo.com]
Gay Quotes of the Year
As 2005 draws to a close, we’re making time in our busy schedule of TV year-enders (like E!’s 101 Most Embarrassing TV Moments) to stock up on some enlightening quotes. Lucky for us Gay.com has done the hard work for us, collecting all the earnest, well-meaning pearls of wisdom from open-minded celebrities like Charlize Theron, Jason Ritter, Kanye West, and The Rock.
But when it comes to real soul-searching, we have to hand it to former Six Feet Under star Peter Krause, who had to give a real answer when a dumb reporter asked him if he’d been offered the role of gay David instead of dead Nate: “Hmmm … Maybe I’d be living in San Francisco and own a pair of assless chaps or assless jeans.” Score! But no fair drawing the mental picture for us.
Tomb Raiders, Meet Rump Raiders
Boy-on-boy action really isn’t anything new, you know. Your dad’s football team did it, so did Granddad’s Civil War buddies, and hey — now the New York Times is suggesting that ancient Egyptians not only counted gay men among them, they sent them into the afterlife in high fashion.
Monday’s edition tells the story of a tomb unearthed in 1964 that’s been controversial from that day. Though it didn’t contain jewels like the royal tombs of Tutankhamen, the tomb has elaborate art. And on the tomb’s walls is a painted pictograph of two men embracing. The men—Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep, says the inscription—were the chief manicurists to the king.
Then as it is now, doing the royal mani-pedi was an occupation reserved for honorable men (and today, Vietnamese women). Even more interesting, the men appeared to be nose-kissing—kind of the “drop it like it’s hot” of the day. Were they friends, conjoined twins or lovers? The Egyptology community can’t seem to get it straight. And for all eternity, neither could these boys.
A Mystery, Locked in Timeless Embrace: NYTimes [Free Subscription Required]
Roman Fiddling Gets Taxing
Maybe it’s the dawn of a new Papacy - or maybe the Italian government realizes the best thing about the place is the wealth of hot, hung dudes who don’t mind dropping trou for the hundreds of straight and gay porno mags we always find on the streetcorners in Rome. Whatever the reason, Italy is in the midst of making a law that would put a 20-percent tax on pornography. The Associated Press says that the tax could raise up to $260 million dollars a year. One lawmaker says it’s necessary to tax “not essential” products to close a budget gap. Budget Gap? That’s it! We needed a name for our set-in-Congress porno film, starring Nancy Pelosi, and now we’ve found it! Thanks again, Italy!
