Bad Boys

Who doesn't like a bad boy? They add a bit of excitement, make everything seem slightly forbidden. We say we want a nice guy to take care of us and build a life with, but really we want some knife wielding fuckpig to spit in our mouths while nailing us and slap us, calling us dirty little cock whores.

Romance is a strange thing.

My romantic proclivities extend to my extensive collection of films of an adult nature with all male casts. Just the other day I found a naughty little stroke flick to divert my attention, and realized a few minutes in that the top was wearing an ankle monitoring bracelet. AN ANKLE MONITORING BRACELET!!!

One would think his theatrical appearance might violate the terms of his parole.