Um, Godzilla...King Kong...Mighty Joe Young...Gamera...

A LOOK WE AT SKULLGAME ARE ALL, ALL, ALL TOO FAMILIAR WITH: SHOCK, SURPRISE, RESIGNATION & THEN FINALLY, THE CALL TO 911

Man, we were fucking set. We had the tickets, the cooler full of Smirnoff, some choicely rolled bones, a mix tape with ARMORED SAINT, EXODUS, MANOWAR, and MOTORHEAD on it, a tank full of gas and t-shirts that said DISCO SUCKS on it just for some neo-post-modern irony or some shit. So you can imagine our surprise when it turned out that we hadn't at all turned out for the MONSTER OF ROCK but instead the MONSTERS OF COCK.

Yeah. Surprise.

Look if you HAVE a MONSTER COCK, you really have no need to SEE a MONSTER COCK. Unless it's yours. Right about to tonsilize some broad. That being said, IF you have a monster cock, it probably gives you greater satisfaction, as these things go, IF you see monster cocks plowing in some honeypie's stuff versus say some tiny types tapping ass that should rightly go to the winner of the genetic spoils. I mean withOUT the monster cocks, that is IF you have one, it's sort of like watching MR. PEEPERS fuck PAMELA ANDERSON.

It just ain't fucking right. It just ain't fucking right.

So, if your cock ain't big? Seeing big cocks fuck hot bitches justifies in some strange way why it's not YOUR cock (if only but for a few inches there go I).

And if your cock IS big? Well, seeing big cocks fucking hot bitches let's you know that all is right with the world? With or without AC/DC on the soundtrack.