11:20AM. I stop by Rob Spallone's Lowdown Productions office in the World Modeling building on Van Nuys Blvd.

Lowdown has a new office in Chatsworth on Winnetka between Prairie and Plummer, behind the Girls Scouts building.

Rob walks into World Modeling and starts kibbitzing with a busty blonde wearing high heels and long white tights. The blonde, Bobby Bucxxx, lies on her stomach. Rob pushes her.

From Scotland, she's come to Rob's place for his Sunday barbeques.

"I barbequed every Sunday," Rob complains, "but the porn stars didn't appreciate it. So I stopped."

Rob tells Bobby, "You're not allowed to swim in the pool 'cause you'll disease my water." She doesn't appreciate his remark.

Bobbie has done scenes with Max Hardcore. He pissed in her mouth. "It didn't taste like piss," she says. Normally she only likes to play water sports with her boyfriend in the shower.

Rob: "You're lying. You're a dirty filthy disgusting animal."

Jim: "If you publish what I said to you, I'm breaking your leg."

If Jim doesn't say this to me at least once a week, I don't feel that he cares about me.

Bobbie: "You're not recording this s---."

Rob: "Yes he is. It's all going to be on the Internet."

Bobbie points out my boxers are sticking out of my shorts.

Rob says she looks like a hooker. That's what she gets for making fun of the way I dress.

A friend saw me at the library the other day:

Through my tears, I glimpsed a man checking books out, he was a bit goofy looking, wearing ill-fitting shorts and clod-hopper shoes and I thought, "Oh no, another schizophrenic haunting the library," but then I realized that it was the infamous blogger Duke Floored. I wanted to go over and thank him again for linking me to his website.

Rob says they're doing his life on the TV show Sopranos though Tony Soprano just got back with his wife.

Pebbles phones. "These assholes told me to come back in ten minutes for my paperwork. They went out to lunch until 1:30PM."

Jim Sr and Jim Jr and Envy and Bobbie go to lunch at Hamburger Hamlet. I walk with them and try to pump Sr for scoop.

He says business is back to normal. More talent are demanding condoms, particularly for anal. Some people have retired.

Duke: "Things are good?"

Jim: "Things are not good. There's too much competition."

Duke: "Why didn't you take six weeks off during the quarantine and go to Hawaii?"

Jim: "Because I would've lost what talent I have left."

Two weeks ago, I published this inaccurate information about Jim South's driver: "Scotty once got a blowjob from porn star Missy Misfit for driving her around. She didn't have any money."

Scotty tells me the story is not true. I retract the story and apologize to Scotty and Missy Misfit.

Jim's office tends to be quiet on Monday mornings but busy in the afternoon.

Rob gets Lisa Lennox on the phone.

Rob: "Were you in jail when you had a roof over your head and food?"

Lisa: "Are you going to be sarcastic or are we going to frickin' amicable here?"

Rob: "Amicable, baby."

Lisa: "Amicable means I had a man who was taking care of me for all of those years."

Rob: "And he dumped you?"

Lisa: "No, he got caught by the feds doing..."

Rob interrupts: "Ohhhhhhhkkk. What do you need?"

Lisa: "I need work. My car got impounded. The DUI bullsh--."

Rob: "You are the greatest."

Lisa: "I'm trying to get in touch with Patrick Collins."

Rob: "Towards the middle of the week, you come by and I'll take you over. Who's in the background?"

Lisa: "That's my baby."

Rob: "She's funny. She used to live at the Grimes house in a closet with a dog and a black guy who was in Burger King commercials."

Duke: "Why did you cut her off when she was spilling what happened to her old man with the feds?"

Rob: "I don't like that on my telephone."

Duke: "You know who I like? That Samantha Slater."

Rob: "Oh, I have to call her."

He dials and puts her on speaker phone. She's living with Wesley Emerson.

Rob: "What are you thinking about? Duke Floored f---ing you in your ass?"

Sam: "Who?"

Rob: "Duke."

Sam: "Who?"

Rob: "My newspaper reporter."

Sam: "I don't know who he is."

Rob: "You knew him when you blew him."

Sam: "I can't remember."

Rob: "That's true. If you come tomorrow, can I f--- you?"

Sam: "We'll see."

Rob: "What am I? Like a dog? I get a bone?"

Sam: "If you're nice."

Rob: "I'm never nice."

Sam: "I'm messing around on my computer. I've got paperwork."

Rob: "What are you, an office lady?"

Sam: "My divorce."

Rob: "I'm going through that too. How's your boyfriend?"

Sam: "I don't know if he's really my boyfriend any more."

Rob: "You go through a lot of guys."

Sam: "I know."

Rob: "You're like a doorknob. Everybody gets a turn. When was the last time you got laid?"

Sam: "Last week."

Rob: "Was it by your father?"

Sam: "No, it was your's."

Rob: "How's your kid?"

Sam: "She's great. Her birthday is Saturday."

Rob: "I've got to buy her a present."

Sam: "She's going to be eight."

Rob: "You can get her condoms. As long as she was eight before she was nine."

Sam: "I'll wait until she's 15."

Rob: "Fifteen? Where are you from again?"

Sam: "North Carolina."

Rob: "They do it when they're eight there."

Sam: "No, they wait until they're about twelve."

Rob: "How old were you when you got f---ed the first time?"

Sam: "Fifteen."

Rob: "You're lying. When was the first time there was a cock in your mouth?"

Sam: "About nine or ten."

Rob: "Ohmigod. That's sick."

Sam: "It was my uncle."

Rob: "Why?"

Sam: "Because he made me. I didn't even know what it was when I was nine."

Rob: "You thought it was a lollipop."

Sam's getting rid of her trailor.

Rob: "You want to live closer to your uncle."

Sam's moving back to North Carolina in July.

Rob: "Could I come stay with you?"

Sam: "Sure."

Rob: "Where would I stay? Because I sure don't want to stay at your uncle's.

"Come visit me today. Tomorrow I've got class [anger management]."

Sam: "Will you feed me later?"

Rob: "Yeah, I'll feed you later. Cock."

Sam: "I want real food."

They hang up.

Duke: "What's her phone number?"

Rob: "You want her phone number?"

He gives me his cell phone. I dictate her number on to my recorder.

Rob: "I didn't give it to you, Duke."

Duke: "No, no, no. Of course not. It's for purely professional reasons."

Rob checks his email. One begins, "Dear Rob, You come with the highest recommendation of John T. Bone." Rob makes a dismissive noise and deletes it.

Rob wants Jim South to set up a satellite office of World Modeling at his new office in Chatsworth. The companies can come to Rob's office to see the girls and Rob needs the company. He hates to be alone. AIM can move in as well.

Nicole Parks walks in with a black man. In porn for two months, she's done five movies.

Mike Davis finally shows, an hour later than when he said. We go have lunch. Rob pays. I order a Greek salad without onions and dressing and a vanilla icecream-orange juice shake. Rob finishes his meal in ten minutes. I leave half of mine behind to keep up with the hard charging owners of Lowdown Productions.

Mike says he gave Pebbles $80. Rob says she owes him $400.

I ask Bill Margold for his reactions to Friday's hearing. "I'm amazed that after four hours nobody mentioned the two most crucial words, "drugs, 21." I have to bring both those things up. That's the way we can alleviate the mandatory condom by drug testing and making 21 years old. We'll force the government to make us more responsible and we won't have to worry about mandatory condoms."

2PM. Just as I'm walking out, Samantha Slater walks in. I choose to tarry a while.

She sits down on Bill Margold's couch. He talks her into dancing at the FOXE Awards June 17, at the Mayflower Ballroom at 234 South Hindry Avenue, Inglewood, CA, 90301. Doors open at 7PM. Show begins at 8:30PM.

Samantha worked a bachelor party this weekend in Tijuana with three other girls and about 40 guys.

She just dreamed about Mr Marcus after seeing two seconds of him with Belladonna in the recent ABC Primetime special. She runs into him outside Bill Margold's office.

Sam's "weirded out" by all the people in her life who've seen her movies of late, including her soon-to-be-ex-husband who gave her a hard time over it.