Fucking read this…
Sometimes when I’m lying in bed, next to or inside no less than 4 women, I like to switch on a DVD.
98% of the time I can watch a good action film and keep my adamantine errection. No problems there. Explosions, violence, I’m really turned on.
Sometimes a good film will start slow and then redeem itself with some guns or someone getting punched really fucking hard.
But there is a remaining 2% unaccounted for. This is the 2% that some how manages to dirty up my DVD player, leaving a metaphorical shit stain in the tray. I managed to find myself in this minority situation last night, and I can tell you now that I’m still fuming about it.
I looked at the cover of The Producers; it checked out ok:
Two blokes in black suits - Probably a funeral scene.
Will Ferell in a nazi outfit - A plus.
Yes it’s got uma turman - Tits.
After the first five minutes I’d lost my temper and my errection. Now my TV is out the fucking window and so is the slag that got in my way.