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08/01/2005: "On Your Knees Bitch - Blowin' da boyz"

Crickett's LiveJournal cont.

Now, please take notice of the penis that you'd pick out if you were singing, "One of these things is not like the other". See that tattoo right where his manbush would be? Okay, it's a male symbol. Right above his peepee. Quite the prominent peepee it is, too, so why he'd need this particular reassurance inked into his skin, I do NOT know. But then, he also had a band of shotgun shells tattooed around his thigh, and an assortment of other dubious and puzzling tattoos scattered across his body. Who am I to judge how people decorate themselves? I'm merely here to observe, point, and laugh. So anyway, Whitey here was doing his best impression of Mister Softee for the first part of the scene. After our two black gentlemen entered the picture, he had NO PROBLEM keeping wood. Hmmmmm...maybe that's what that male symbol is all about...


Here's our girl, Gabriella, "bobbing for dicks" (as one of our talent so eloquently put it).

K. was (as always) as accomodating as possible to her talent, and today she served as inspiration for the boys. There she was, sitting outside camera range, with her skirt pulled up, her legs spread, and her tits out. FULL SERVICE DIRECTING, ITELLYOUWHUT! The boys looked over at her from time to time, a bit more often when they were getting themselves ready for the pop.

I have learned today that black men in porn are funny motherfuckers, and they say hysterical shit when they're getting their dicks sucked. At one point, Ace busted out with , "Damn! We didn't get 40 acres and a mule, but we got YOU!" Other very funny shit was said, and it was all that K., Bishop, and I could do not to just lose our minds laughing.

After everybody got cleaned up and left the building, K., B., K's webmaster/lighting dude and I all piled into the car and headed over to Little Tokyo for noodles and kibbutzing. Lunch at Mr. Ramen was dericious as always. We got back to the house all fed and happy, and since we are all still on a weird clock from the party, we took a nice nap. Mmm...nap.