Brady Bunch star Maureen McCormick traded sex for drugs

Me, I’d happily trade some sex for some…er, sex. :stuck_out_tongue:

Moving ever further off-topic, one of my personal Favorite Moments in the History of Pious Tastelessness was the National Enquirer when it covered her death. Her husband, a man she’d recently married, took a picture of her either as she was dying or just after she died (they were living in a RV and she’d just visited her son) and tried to sell it to various tabloids. Similar to the blow job incident he started in the million dollar range and soon moved down into the “how bout I put it on a T-shirt for $50?” range, but there were no takers.

The Enquirer was one of the rags he approached of course and they had an article about the tastelessness and horribleness (if that’s a word) of his actions. They did not buy the picture.

Beneath the article was an “artist rendering” of him taking it though.:rolleyes:

:rolleyes: What a quaint concept. What do you think this is, the Summer of Love?

Wow.

If it’s not too nosy… how did the conversation begin? I mea, here you both are at the radio station’s shebang… how does she get the subject onto “Do you want a pricey blowjob?”

Steering back onto topic, I think Maureen McCormick could have gotten the $500.

For the few who haven’t seen it, here’s a chance to hear her sing the word “fucking”. It’s also worthy for a “crappy movies that had one good moment [and that at the very end]” thread. If you want to skip to Maureen it’s at 0:57. (The bigger surprise is that Leif Garret’s not a bad singer, or how many “born agains” don’t mind swearing to music for money, and I still don’t/never did understand how Jeff Conaway or Eddie Mecca are former child stars.)