Hey everyone! I’m Camille Crimson, better known for my beautiful erotic site called The Art of Blowjob. When I’m not using my mouth for … other activities … I love to use it to indulge in delicious treats, which is why I’ve become a very good cook.

Although I’m born and raised in Montreal, Quebec, Canada and live here now, I spent a
few years living abroad in La Réunion, an island off the coast of Madagascar. It’s a spectacularly beautiful place with breathtaking views, warm beaches, kind people and some very delicious local cuisine.

Back here in Montreal, the seasons are turning and I’ve been craving more hearty and hot food. With this in mind, I’d like to teach you how to make one of my favourite meals from my time in La Réunion called Rougail Saucisses.

First, you’ll want to boil the sausages for about 15 to 20 minutes. Then, drain and slice them into 5 mm thick pieces. Sauté the sausage slices in butter until they are lightly browned, then remove them and set them aside.

Finely chop the onions and put them in the pot, cooking them until they’re very lightly brown. Mince and add the garlic and ginger along with the thyme. Salt and pepper to taste. Cook until it’s nice and brown.

While the onion mix is browning, cut the tomatoes in four and then slice them into 5 mm thick pieces. Add them to the onion mix and let them cook down a bit, then add the water. Simmer for 10 minutes or until the tomatoes are cooked and the sauce has thickened.

Add the sausages and simmer for at least 45 minutes. In the last five minutes, dice and add the jalapeños and the turmeric.

If you want to serve this the traditional way, it’s served on rice and can be accompanied by red kidney beans and tomato rougail.

For the kidney beans, brown one diced onion with butter. Add chopped garlic. Add a whole can of red kidney beans and their liquid and let it simmer until the liquid has thickened.

For the tomato rougail, finely chop one tomato with 3 garlic cloves, some ginger, a jalapeño and half an onion. Add some olive oil and salt and pepper to taste.

Hopefully you’ll enjoy this tasty trip to my favourite island. Thanks for cooking with me!

Kiss,

Camille

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Long ago, in the early days of HoboTrashcan, there was a monthly feature called Just Friends. Our editor-in-chief, Joel Murphy, heard the phrase “Let’s just be friends” so many times in his life that he decided to feature some of his gorgeous friends in a special monthly feature. However, a friend named Nicole set the bar so high that Just Friends sadly disappeared.

It would take a brave soul to attempt to resurrect this forgotten feature, which is why Joel called in the big guns and recruited a bona fide Internet celebrity. Jane, whose infamous site BathroomAdventures has earned her legions of adoring fans, was willing to take a few moments out of her rock star life to declare her everlasting platonic friendship for Joel. So today we bring you the lovely Jane, who considers Joel one of the proud inhabitants of her “friend zone.”

Name: Jane from BathroomAdventures
Age: All of 41
Sign: Commode

1. How long have you and Joel been friends?

Ha! Define friends???? Hahaha! Lets see … since about 1845, I think!

2. What do you think of him?

“He will do.”

2b. No, what do you really think of him?

I think he is utterly persistent and dangerously charming. Did I mention patient? Wow, is he ever …

3. If Joel gave you a gun with three bullets (and Leonardo DiCaprio was already dead), what three celebrities would you shoot and why?

Please … as if this girl would use a gun! I prefer the warmth of a lovely laser-eyed pussycat! Purrrrrr-Zip-BANG! Lets see … I think I might have to turn that crazy-eyed pussy on the likes of people like Nazis, zombies and Mama Fratelli.

4. What would be the perfect way to spend a day with Joel (assuming he allows you to hang with him)?

Hummm! I would LOAD HIM DOWN with ART to counterbalance all those CRAP SPORTS he WATCHES! Museums, galleries, public sculpture gardens, take him to bookstores to look at books and magazines full of art, and then we could come home to my place and we could watch a lovely indi-art flick? Or a great documentary on Art! HA! Suck it hard, sports!

5. What are five random words that describe you?

Slippery, cheeky, creative, passionate, lovely

6. Joel just really pissed you off. You have ten seconds to tell him off. What do you say?

HA! I don’t have to say a single word, the sheer look of disappointment in my face alone is enough to make him beg for my forgiveness … right, Tiger? (SQUASHES HIM LIKE A BUG!!!!)

7. Have you heard any good jokes lately?

Yes! How about this little gem?

A man walks into a talent agent’s office, and says, “We’re a family act, and we’d like you to represent us.”

The agent says, “Sorry, I don’t represent family acts. They’re a little too old-fashioned.”

The man says, “But this is really special.”

The agent says, “Okay, well what’s the act?”

He replies, “Well, my wife and I come out on stage and she begins to sing the ‘Star Spangled Banner’ while I take her roughly from behind. After a minute of this, my kids come out and begin to do the same, but my daughter’s singing the original ‘To Anacreon in Heaven’ lyrics while my son performs anal sex on her.”

The agent looks uncomfortable, but the man continues, “Just when my daughter hits the highest note in the song, my son and I switch partners. He turns my wife around and gives her a Dirty Sanchez before having her perform oral sex on him. When the song’s over and we’re both getting close, we all stop and lie down on the stage.”

The man smiles fondly as he recalls, “This is the best part: our dog then comes out on the stage, and he’s trained to lick each one of us to orgasm in turn. He just goes right down the line, looking as happy as can be! We all get up and take a bow.”

He looks at the agent and says, “Well, that’s the act. What do you think?”

The agent just sits in silence for a long time. Finally, he manages, “That’s a hell of an act. What do you call yourselves?”

“The Aristocrats!”

(GO BIG OR GO HOME … right, Joel?)

8. Can Joel borrow five bucks?

After that joke, this interview and the photos? I think he owes me … xox

To order your own “Hobo Stew” t-shirt like the one Jane has on, click here. You can see more Just Friends photos here and more of Jane’s photos here. Click on a photo to enlarge it or click here to start a slideshow.

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When deciding what features and people to bring back to the site for HoboTrashcan’s five-year anniversary, we knew we had to bring back Nicole, the witty, beautiful, foul-mouthed girl from Philadelphia who was one of the first lovely ladies to be featured in Just Friends.

Our editor-in-chief Joel Murphy has heard the words “Let’s just be friends” from many beautiful ladies in his life. Quite a few of them were generous enough to pose for photos and be a part of Just Friends. However, Nicole’s infamous bathtub photos were so sexy they effectively killed the feature, scaring off potential ladies who didn’t think they could make it over the high bar she set.

So today we revisit with the lovely Nicole and find out if Joel is still living comfortably inside her “friend zone.”

Name: Nicole
Age: 28
Sign: “God created alcohol to prevent the Irish from conquering the world”. The world needs no more ginger babies.

1. Are you and Joel still friends?

Not according to the restraining order.

2. Really … why?

Joel wasn’t comfortable waking up naked in a bathtub full of tequila and broken doll parts in Mexico after I roofied him anymore.

3. Was your life changed in any way by being featured on Just Friends back in 2005?

I wasn’t exactly prepared for everyone and their mother to learn how to search for names of loved ones on Google. My little brother asked me one day how come there was pictures of me in a bathtub posted on a site about homeless people.

4. What made you decide to come back for the five-year anniversary edition?

Joel asked me. And he sent me a book for my birthday. And that was pretty nice.

5. Will you still be available for the 25th anniversary?

God, I fucking hope not. No one is going to want to see a geriatric old lady trying a half ass attempt at looking sexy.

6. Have you heard any good jokes lately?

Your mom’s face is pretty funny.

7. Did Joel ever pay you back that five bucks?

I took him to court for $8 million in late fees and emotional pain. I now own HoboTrashcan.

Just Friends originally ran on HoboTrashcan from August 2005 to July 2006. Click on a photo to enlarge it or click here to start a slideshow.

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Jane has been posting photos on her Bathroom Adventures flickr page since December 10, 2007. Jane’s goal is to take a photo each day for a year.

Jane also happens to be a big fan of HoboTrashcan, particularly our interview with “the pope of trash” John Waters. We wish Jane the best of luck in her future adventures.

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Benjamin Franklin once said, “Show me your cemeteries, and I will tell you what kind of people you have.”

Nice one, Benny.

While I understand where Mr. Franklin was coming from, to me the concept of cemeteries is an intriguing and somewhat perplexing subject. Why do we bury our dead in such places? What is the point? What is the goal?

Okay, so I can understand the need to bury the bodies of our loved ones to keep them from becoming food for scavengers and to attempt to maintain a certain level of environmental hygiene. And certainly, I am sure, magical mystical reasons were thought up as an excuse for burial in these days of old timey yesteryear. (Silly ancestors make me laugh.) But why not cremate the physical bodies of our loved ones? If at the time of our death, the soul is released up into the sky to hang out with all the other souls or something of that nature, what need would there be to enshrine the corporeal bodies of our friends and family in boxes, to be buried in the ground amongst a sea of other corpses? Are our bodies that important, or even that impressive? Do our physical bodies contain something of our essence, our nature, our personality? Or are we just big hunks of meat that these “souls” live in? Are we big Duracell batteries? When we die, does our energy get released like a power surge? Or like a whimper? Does this energy join up to form a hunk of a bigger energy ball? Who shot JFK? Why do I suddenly feel like a five year old tugging on her daddy’s shirt, asking him, “Why the sky is blue? Where do babies come from? Why are clowns so goddamn terrifying?”

Because they really do scare the bejeezus out of me. Them and Catholic priests.

But I digress.

Anyway, back to my thoughts on the matter at hand. In my mind, the concept of “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” seems like an argument for cremation. Or even an argument for burying the bodies of our loved ones directly into the ground, rather than placing their embalmed and made-up bodies (Queer Eye for the Dead Guy?) into borderline impenetrable receptacles which will slow down this process of transformation back into earth. What are we looking to preserve through caskets and crypts and all that jazz? How much money do funeral homes make? Yes, I have seen My Girl, but that didn’t explain jack squat. Some might balk at the idea of burying a loved one’s corpse directly in the ground and envision wild carnivores sniffing out the flesh and digging it up for a meal. Gross, but that’s nature at its finest. However, I really don’t believe that we are currently burying our people in cemeteries because we are terribly concerned about animals devouring them.

And in this strip mall country in which we are living, aren’t cemeteries just a waste of space? Why do we create intricately laid out, crowded fields and parks full of dead people? Don’t get me wrong – in some cities, cemeteries are some of the only open spaces left. And if a field full of dead peeps keeps another Wal-Mart from being built, then so be it (and rock on). And while I understand and subscribe to the concept of memorializing those close to us upon their passing, isn’t a permanent shrine to them a bit … much? Are memories not enough? So, we visit Auntie Ruth’s grave so we can remember her, and while we are placing flowers or hankies or cards or other paraphernalia on her headstone, she is becoming worm food below our feet. Isn’t there a better, classier, not-so-potentially-scary way (note: Thriller?) to celebrate the people whom we love who have passed away than sticking them in the ground amongst the bodies of strangers? Yes, I am aware that strangers are only friends who we haven’t met yet, Reverend … but I am not sure that sunshiny concept applies in particular situation.

By all means, we should remember our loved ones every day, and think back on them with all love and colors of emotion on our human palettes. I just don’t believe that we need cemeteries to do this, or maybe that is just how I operate personally.

So, all of these thoughts raced through my head this past weekend, as I took a stroll through the Forest Hills Cemetery in Boston amidst New England’s fall foliage. Forest Hills, established in 1848, is one of the country’s most historic burial grounds. Sitting on over 275 acres, the site is a park, a museum, an arboretum and an art exhibition all rolled into one. In the midst of this beautiful and yet, well … sorta creepy … landscape, I snapped some photos as I tried to contain my Jack Handy-esque deep thoughts and attempted not to come into contact with any zombies.

So ponder, peruse and enjoy.

Yours in life,

- Tara

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