Sin City
Rating: THREE "A Cock In Every Mouth" BUSTED NUTS
240. Minutes. Dollars. Inches.
It's all substantial no matter whether you fucking choke it or poke it or leave it alone. And this fucking FOUR HOURS of porn is nothing if not the ULTRA ORGY it's described as. Every set up imaginable, every professional porn fucker imaginable, every everything imaginable. And minute after 239 other minutes it seems like it's the functional equivalent of being FORCED to jerk off.
THIS. FOREVER. OR AT LEAST 240 MINUTES. WHICHEVER COMES FIRST.
What's that you say? It's like that old joke where the guy goes to the 24-hour store and finds it closed and he waits until it opens and says, "hey! I thought this was a 24-hour store" and then the other guys screams at him "NOT IN A ROW." That I'm not supposed to watch all 240 fucking minutes at ONCE?!?!?
The fuck I'm not.
In any case I STARTED to do exactly that: watch, nut, and go about my day.
But I watched, didn't nut. Watched some more, didn't nut some more, watched some more, lurking in the vicinity of semi-turgid or full-blown turgid. Minimized the screen so I could write while I didn't nut and next thing I know it's over. And I go to the grocery store and I find myself mystified that every broad who I meet -- the checker at Safeway, the old lady fucking in line at the ATM, the morbidly obese bitch whose car almost hits me in the parking lot -- doesn't have my cock in her mouth.
She does not. And this saddens and shocks me. Both. And neither do the women on the street, at the bus station. In fact, my cock finds nothing at home when I get home but 240 minutes of porn, balls that ache and the crushing reality that this much reality in my porn is maybe not good for me. I mean GONZO is as GONZO does and it does so in a way that is above all QUICK....and it's quickness does nothing to stain my REALITY.
But this 240 minute opus was like Proust. And just as sexy.
But it gets THREE busted nuts for being named after my favorite OXBOW record of all time. -- VINNIE ROSE
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