Every second $3,076.64 is spent on Internet pornography. Every second 28,258 Internet users are viewing pornography. Every second 372 Internet users are typing adult search terms into search engines. Every 39 minutes a new pornography video is being created in the United States. The pornography industry has larger revenues than Microsoft, Google, Amazon, eBay, Yahoo, Apple and Netflix combined. Internet pornography is a very, very, lucrative business - annually raking in more cash than the famous Medellin Drug Cartel.
Pornography is bigger than cocaine.
I enjoy watching it just as much as the next person, but very picky when it comes to the content. I’m a bit of a romantic when it comes to watching Internet pornography. I like to see a wholesome girl sitting on a bed or a couch, or possibly in the car on the way to the hotel being interviewed about her life for no less than 10 minutes. I like to know things about her. I like to know why they’re doing this and it’s always because of the money, but every now & then it’s a girl who just wants to do something wild while she’s still young and hot. These are the ones that make my ball sack shrivel up flatter than a piece of paper in excitement. I have absolutely zero interest in watching any kind of known porn star or really any female who has been in this industry for more than two days.
It’s too seedy.
I did once have two attractive girls offer to take me to one of these shady porn places where perverts watch dirty movies in private booths, but declined and still to this day my dick wants to beat me over the head with a sledge hammer. I clearly would have had sex with both of them at the same time. Ugh, I can’t even think about it without wanting to slit my own wrists. For the record I slept with one of them before the night was over.
Anyhoo, so I’m watching the most adorable girl ever, she was some kind of Asian, but diluted and she’s being asked the typical series of questions while sitting in a hotel bed wearing her tiny white shorts and black t-shirt. No visible tattoos. Her shoes and socks were already discarded. The director then asked how her boyfriend would react if he knew she was filming a porn scene. Her response to this was, “He would probably kick my ass.”
This struck me as somewhat strange because of how adorable she was, yet didn’t seem to have a problem with dating a man who will hit her. I tried to imagine her being thrown to the floor after a good smacking and crying to herself before calling him a “God damn bastard” under her breath. I wondered what she might have done to deserve this beating. So what if she filmed a porn scene? Maybe she just wanted to feel sexy for a change. She liked the idea of strange men being turned on by her body and bringing themselves to climax in her name.
It was just a one time thing.
This is the kind of shit that happens when men don’t make their women feel sexy. They will fucking walk. Men get lazy in relationships and the next thing we know our sweet little angels are being split in half by a man who just got to this country, but has a 12 inch cock and new career with Bang Bros. It’s not her fault, it ours. If we only would have told her how great her ass looks and how its all we think about at work – this Cuban mother fucker wouldn’t have his tongue crammed up inside it. Now we can never, ever, go back up inside there. Seriously, did they even test that dude for aids?
It never ceases to amaze me how many willing women these pornography companies find to film new scenes. I once read that after money, revenge is the number 1 reason girls do porn. They find satisfaction and closure in knowing not only did they cheat too, but the shit was filmed and they got paid for it. That’s how you crush a man, ladies. You take that sweet ass of yours that he’s been ignoring for the past 6 months, stick it up in the air in front of a few cameras and let Che over there drain his Cuban balls inside it.
Bums, murderers, thieves, perverts, prostitutes, the retarded, cripples, the winos, Fidel Castro flushed the toilets of Cuba onto the United States in the year 1980. You might better know this as the “Mariel Boatlift.” Or maybe you’ve seen the movie Scarface. This development is heavily documented in the first twenty minutes of the film and why most Americans living anywhere near Miami Beach, Florida in the early 1980’s weren’t much fond of Cuban people. Though the movie Scarface was complete fiction the real situation wasn’t any brighter. During this time Miami Beach had the highest murder rate in the country. It was all thanks to cocaine and if only these criminals would have put their energy into porn – many lives could have been saved.
Wait, what?
What the fuck am I even talking about anymore? This one really went to shit, but I think it’s important for you to see me fail. This is what happens when you starting typing away with no direction. I may have had a point in here somewhere, but who the hell knows.
Fuck me.
Something about pornography, cocaine and Cubans. I don’t know, all the elements are there, somebody make something of it.
