lads

I figured I'd ramble shamelessly and endlessly about how unique and gifted I am, with my fingers firmly on the pulse of exactly what it is that you want to see today and lots of shit like that. I'd also devote a paragraph or so enough to satisfy my severely inflated ego. I thought I could pretty easily do that, but as I began to outline my thoughts I had to admit I couldn't find many positive comments to relay. Yes, I am talented... and easily the best porn star north of Chula Vista and south of El Cajon... Lads is pure bridled/unbridled fury (huh?)... when I execute some of those choreographed moves it's easy to understand why all the girls wanna have sex with me... there is no dispute that as a porn star... well, inspiring to be, I have enough problems already with exaggerated self-worth issues so let's just say Im nearly as gifted as I think. And the icing on the cake is that Im really snappy (not sappy) dresser but usually not for long.

I've been warned by my agent not to warble incessantly about just me in the last film for fear because it is, after all, considerably more than that. It's kinda about hope in the midst of growing mediocrity and ignorance... and it's about fighting desperately to extract some modi-cum of understanding whilst engulfed in blinding eye candy disgust. It is that and it is so much more or maybe it's actually much less. But you probably don't even really care, cuz you just wanna jump on the night train, get lowdown and dirty and shake your tail feathers to the ecstasy and forget how fucked up everything is for a little while. I understand, I really do, and that's why they enlisted me and paid me a whopping 20 bucks to do my last movie!

Till when fucketeers...

Over and way the fuck out.