Although he was something of a mild gay porn aficionado, even Jobie had a hard time placing the audience for this one: Dilf Lovers, Furries, or just those godawful Patty-Cake fetishists?
"Hey, let's send one of these things to Bob Cratchit back at the office."
The gay scene on the West Coast had a rather primitive tint to it at first.
It is not well known, but the ancient Egyptians' taste in sex toys tended to be in the kinkier range, as evidenced in this advertisement from the Temple of Karnak.
It was never a pleasant job, but Gunderson knew that if he wanted cow-shit beer in the fall, he had to turn the crop every other week.
"Sure, you can hit that drover from here, but if you want to be able to smack that castle, you're going to want to upgrade to the Blenheim S-450x."
"Hey, sweetie, I brought you some flowers!" Dion yelled. As soon as that bitch came out of the house, he thought, he was going to fish-slap her so hard...
Every day it was the same thing, the eagle thought, just more entrails. Christ, couldn't they at least once let him have the liver?
"Hey, babe, look out here—I'm dressed like Cupid like you said, naked with wings and arrows—it's weird being... let me in now? Why are you taking a photo of me? Are you going to date me now or not?"