Are you a woman who struggles with road rage and an insatiable libido? Do you often find yourself screaming obscenities through your windshield at the other cars on the freeway while secretly wishing you were in bed, sipping a glass of wine and shoving a man's face into your pulsating vagina?

Every 365 and a quarter days the people of Western civilization chuck out their old calendars, hang up new ones (preferably the Nerdcore 2010: Horror calendar), and resolve to stop fucking up their lives and start taking steps toward self-improvement. After a series of holidays that involve repeatedly gorging yourself with fatty foods, guzzling down booze, and spending wads of cash, it's not surprising to find yourself in a state of introspection during that final week of vacation, wondering why you're still fat, broke, and no better off than you were the previous year. At this point, it seems appropriate to set a few goals for yourself so that you don't find yourself in the same predicament at the end of the following year. Unfortunately, the majority of these goals end up falling by the wayside by the time summer rolls around, but occasionally one survives long enough to find itself realized, and if you never set any goals in the first place, you'll probably never achieve anything. Let's take a minute to examine a few of the more common goals people set for themselves at the beginning of each year.

Ahhh, the 80s . . . when America's masculine heartthrobs wore make-up, perms, and tight tapered jeans. How can a girl resist the allure of a shirtless guitarist in spandex pants pouring his heart into a classic 80s power ballad? Sure, I spent years studying classical music, but that doesn't mean I don't have a deep appreciation for the finer aspects of America's rich pop culture.

I know what you're thinking . . .

You're thinking, "Damn, I wish I could live the life of a porn star." While you're sitting at work entering data into a computer, convincing customers that they really need that extended warranty, or whipping up a grande caramel macchiato, some people are getting paid to engage in copious copulation with beautiful people all day.

It's been a long day at work. You're belly is starting to grumble, and you don't have nearly enough energy to cook dinner. As you drive past a McDonald's, you think, "Damn, I could really go for a Big Mac right about now." (This wouldn't be my personal preference, but with billions and billions served, I suspect this craving is experienced by many.) The building looks suspiciously deserted, and as you pull up to the drive through window, you find it closed and obscured by a notice stating, "Closed by the US Supreme Court for distributing unhealthy products within the community."

So, it's been a while since my last entry into the POPPORN chronicles, and some of you might be wondering what I've been up to for the past few months. Internet rumors abound; has Bobbi begun developing an elaborate gubernatorial campaign, eloped with a European dignitary, or vanished into the witness protection program after her tumultuous affair with a notorious (yet ruggedly handsome) leader of the Armenian mafia? Pay no mind to the elaborate speculations of those scandal-hungry whores of the gossip-driven media. I am still alive and well, and I am here to tell my tale.

Last weekend, we headed out to Los Angeles to shoot our next adult film, How To Be A Ladies Man. We shot in North Hollywood on a sound stage for three days. We had a sweet set built for us, we had sweet food served on set (that wasn't so sweet) we had 20 hour shoots, no police raids and genuinely, a pretty sweet time. While we were away, MEAT BALL posted some photos for your enjoyment.

The premise of the film is basically an infomercial. Yes, an infomercial that will help you get sex. In this installment, we set about to help men score sweet, sweet ladies. Believe us, most men need a shit ton of help...especially us.

Whoa, dudes!

I know everybody's getting all set to groove out and drink themselves into oblivion for the weekend (and I'm right there with you), but before we all head out into the bliss that is Friday, Saturday and Sunday, we've got a special surprise for you: pics from the set of our new porno movie!

As you most likely know, we're in the midst of production on our next blockbuster smut film, How to Be a Ladies Man! It's gonna be sexy as fuck, funny as shit, and most likely somewhat crude and uncouth (as is our way). BUCKTON and Bangs grooved themselves out to Los Angeles a few days ago to get the cameras rolling, and if these photos are any indication, things appear to moving along quite well indeed.

After years of studying music, I feel a natural connection with musicians everywhere, and I developed many strong bonds within the music community in Northern California. Even though I’m no longer working as a musician, I still enjoy checking out live music whenever I get a chance, and it’s always a treat when I get to see my friends from the Bay Area performing right here in the city of angels. A couple weeks ago, some of my favorite South Bay musicians were rockin’ hella (a little token Bay Area slang for ya) hard at the Knitting Factory’s Bluebeat Lounge with their ska band the Whiskey Avengers.

I love hearing what my fans have to say about serious issues, but perhaps some of you are wondering what the day to day life of a porn star is like. Could it really be all glitz, glamour, and gratuitous cum shots? When you’ve made a career out of sensual pleasure, what do you do for fun? Today, I’m going to give you a glimpse into my personal life with the details from a recent day of recreation in LA!

Recently, CNBC aired a special on the current plight of the porn industry entitled “Porn: The Business of Pleasure.” One of the major issues addressed in this report is the effect that recent technological advances have had on the producers of pornography. Now, I’m sure most of my readers are far too conservative to concern themselves with the problems facing the purveyors of such sinful indulgences, but perhaps a few of you would find this show interesting.

Way back in twenty-aught-six, when I first dipped my toes into the pool of public debauchery, I was blissfully unaware of the fact that I had missed the end of an era. A mere two years prior to my debut on the silver screen, an undisputed champion of the arena had sheathed his powerful weapon and declared his retirement. For close to two decades, women (as well as plenty of men) all over the world fantasized about being dominated by the “Italian Stallion” who was featured as the compelling protagonist in hundreds of films.

Take a minute to envision your idea of the stereotypical porn star.

Are you picturing a well-educated, confident, independent business woman who has discovered a career doing something she loves? Or do you see a dim-witted, down-on her luck, promiscuous girl who lacks the qualifications to procure employment as anything other than a professional sex worker? While you will find examples of each and pretty much everything in between in the adult film industry, the majority of people seem to be under the impression that every girl who works in porn fits the latter description.

As you casually glance around the bar, you notice me, Bobbi Starr, staring at you through the crowd. Startled, you turn and take a drink. As you look back up, you’re dismayed to find that I’ve vanished from my place in the crowd. Suddenly, you feel a hand slide down the front of your jeans, causing them to swell with anticipation. Warm breath caresses your ear, and a voice says, “I need a man to dominate me now, and you look like the perfect candidate.”

I came into this world stark naked and dripping wet, and it soon became evident that I would prefer to remain that way. When the doctor gave me that first slap on the ass, I arched my back and cried out for more. As a little girl growing up in the suburbs of San Jose, California I was notorious for fleeing the house, abandoning my clothes, and splashing about in the mud puddles. The neighborhood boys loved me, but their parents already regarded me as the local hussy and tried to keep their sons on a short leash. Since I was viewed as a potential threat to the boys, I was left with only girls to begin exploring my sexuality, and I could often be found crawling into the bushes to lock lips with the second cutest skirt on the block.