Blonde Island Funkme

Featuring:Bethany Sweet, Lisa Ann Davis, Lola Ya Bonobo, Orgasmical, Vicky Vette

Welcome to Dr. Susan Block’s BLONDE ISLAND, where a variety of platinum and honey-haired beauties frolic and play, one beached blonde more beautiful, buxom and bodacious than the next. But why compare? Each is a golden revelation of long-legged, tanned, toned, bosomy, stark naked blondeness, athletic sexuality and lusty unbridled opinion, all of them kissing, caressing and doing the hoka-hoka with Dr. Suzy and each other.

First Blonde on the Bed is Bethany Sweet, and she is indeed the sugar in Seattle’s famous coffee, a religious Christian ballet dancer turned proud and perky Porn/Pinup Star. Next up is Vicky Vett, the Viking Vixen, “Born for Porn,” a Norwegian horny housewife turned swinger turned…Porn Star!

Then comes smoking hot Spanish blonde Orgasmical — with her band!–singing “Funk Me,”and driving all the other blondes into funky, animalistic, orgasmical, cunny-licking, nipple-sucking, snake hand-ling heat! Funk me, Baby!

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Full transcript of Blonde Island Funkme on The Dr. Susan Block Show:

From Los Angeles, California, from my house to your house no matter where you are in the world. Yes, she is my doctor and your doctor. Brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners, artists and exhibitionists, voyeurs and connoisseurs. Bushes and dicks, hookers and johns, troops and dupes, all you children of sex.

And we all are children of sex. We may or may not be children of God, Jesus or all of us. Let's start quoting ourselves, we are all children of sex. Can I hear an amen?

Amen! Can I hear an amen? I want to welcome you to the womb room of Dr. Susie Speakeasy in the soul of downtown LA. I am the irreverent Dr. Susan Block, your servant.

And just in case you just tuned in, this is a show about sex. This is a picture of the great storm we call life. Hallelujah, the origin of the species. The source of infinite pleasure and tremendous pain.

The great communicator, the grand motivator, the last temptation, the giver of life, the taker of the innocence, the seductress rising up from the foamy seas. Sex, the sometimes- Sex, the sometimes-

Sex, the sometimes- I want you to relax and read, read, read. Yes, amen. And grab your lover if you have a lover, or grab your violin if you have a violin.

Turn swords into plowshares, guns into vibrators, make light to bonobos, not the baboons. Brothers and sisters, lovers and sinners, we are going to party and we are going to solve the world's problems and we are going to make you come. But don't come yet and don't go away because we're going to be right back.

Come to my Blonde Island of pleasure in a sea of war. Come soldiers and dictators, troops and dupes, presidents and terrorists. Throw your guns and your bombs and your war plans overboard and swim up between the golden arms and silky legs of the sexiest blondes in the sea.

Embed yourself, baby. Now, isn't this better than the killing and dying and that bloody loser war? And with all due respect, Rob, this isn't what we're fighting for. This is what we should be doing instead of fighting.

If only they could send all our troops to blonde islands instead of extending their tours of duty and war. We can't follow the vanilla bird away from the blonde island. Come to me. Call me when you're done.

I want to love you until the pain discovers your immaturity.