I Was Walking Down The Street One Day. In The Merry, Merry Month Of May...

...I WAS TAKEN BY SURPRISE BY A PAIR OF ROGUEISH EYES...IN THE MERRY, MERRY MONTH OF MAY

OK. The currency of the fucking crown is no longer the bitches upon whose backs the whiners complained the whole multi-billion dollar industry of jizzery is based. That was then, this is now. NOW you can assume a base level of attractiveness, and even the ugly chicks are decent looking in the "appeal to guy's who like braces" fetishy kind of way. So the difference between the paupers and the pros is simple: concept.

You see, porn has gone goddamned CONCEPTUAL.

And the concept here? That the bespectacled chap with the hidden camera glasses is seducing hot bitch 20-somethings into sucking his cock and plunging his pole in their holes, without knowing that they're being filmed.

Uh hunh.

If that was really the case I'd expect that we'd see A LOTTTT more yawning, furtive looks toward the door, and scramble through his wallet when he's getting blown on his back but maybe that just says more about the bitches WE know.

Anyways, this is a fucking set up from top to bottom. What's NOT a set up is that for a paltry FIVE bills that this four-eyed mook is getting qualifiably hot ass ho's to take it up the culo with ass-flashing abandon.

Is it Miami? Is it the cash? Is it computer animated fucking bullshit?

We don't know, they ain't saying, and my cock doesn't seem to care.

What a great way to fucking squander a trust fund.