Unleashed Humor

On occasion I dabble in the porn arena. I could go on and on, on this topic but let’s cut to the chase. I really, really hate when you’re sneaking a snap on the web. It’s some crazy site like www.Wildjamaicanwhores.com. You got some hot, hot, wild Jamaican chick, all sweaty, wild fro kicking (partially with dreadlocks) going to town on some dude.

You click from snap to snap patiently. Your office door is locked, you have a cornucopia of hand lotions atop of your desk at your disposal, and because of the ethnicity of this porn, you are drinking a Red Stripe beer (hey, it’s out of respect). Each snap gets nastier and nastier. Like I said this chick is doing it all, but you just see her and a male organ.

Things get completely out of control. You’ve flipped the top of your Jergens lotion (with aloe)… the box of tissues is stuffed between the arm of your chair of your now sweaty thigh, and you just knocked over your Red Stripe.

Then it happens. The total climax kill! They have an up close pic of the dude. Oh it’s always the same… either he’s got a big ass smile on his face or even worse… the “giving birth” look. You know, the lips puckered, eyes half shut.

I do not need to relate to the two artist performing this ensemble. I need to relate to one, and it’s the chick. Before the pic of the dudes face, I was enjoying myself. Before he showed up it was just me and Alysha. Now it’s some weird threesome, and I’m on the other side of my laptop screen.

Look I’m not saying to cut out porn, but we got to clean things up here. No more dude faces. Or at least show these smucks at the beginning of the photo sequence, don’t hit me at the end.

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