I'm not usually one to complain, but after my latest roll in the hay with Mlle. V. I've just got to get this burning issue that's been troubling me off of my chest.
O.K. here goes.
Now, Miz Vikki really has gone out of her way to make sure that there are Radio/CD players in every room AND TV's with DVD players. Great.
In our Last episode, and with the kind assistance of Mlle. Seven, who happened to meet me at the door, it became a technical achievement worth comparing with a spacewalk to get the %$#!@ TV/DVD going, but when it did...what started playing was NOT my copy of Joe Cocker's Mad Dogs and Englishmen, but a made-in-Langford all-Cdn. porno DVD called Phantom Love.
I suppose I should have checked to see whether there was another disk in the machine beforehand, but hey, I hope you will maybe forgive me for operating occasionally on autopilot with the smaller of my two heads.
Anyway... Seven managed to extract the first DVD, put in mine, and everything was Jake from there on in, except when I actually attempted sit down and watch this turkey...
Fellow Pooners, Ladies and lurkers, I'm sorry, but this has to have been the rottenest, boringest, limp-dicked excuse for porno since since Linda Lovelace's Grandmother went down on the Titanic!
At least when they make a porno flick in Esquimalt, they have a budget for some Viagra...just to make it through the work day.
But Not in this one!!! In fact I'm so choked right now, I'm not even gonna tell you all how it ends.
There I said it.
And one other thing. Today, Violet walked me through the construction area where the new jacuzzi tub's supposed to go.
Hey it feels like that corner's been under construction since the second coming!!! Maybe if Vikki paid her contractor in something other than handjobs it could be ready for splashdown city a little sooner!
And I may as well put you all on notice now, that once it becomes operational, Violet, me, probably Seven and maybe even this morning's phone lady ARE GOING TO OWN IT!!!!
'nuff said.
O.K. here goes.
Now, Miz Vikki really has gone out of her way to make sure that there are Radio/CD players in every room AND TV's with DVD players. Great.
In our Last episode, and with the kind assistance of Mlle. Seven, who happened to meet me at the door, it became a technical achievement worth comparing with a spacewalk to get the %$#!@ TV/DVD going, but when it did...what started playing was NOT my copy of Joe Cocker's Mad Dogs and Englishmen, but a made-in-Langford all-Cdn. porno DVD called Phantom Love.
I suppose I should have checked to see whether there was another disk in the machine beforehand, but hey, I hope you will maybe forgive me for operating occasionally on autopilot with the smaller of my two heads.
Anyway... Seven managed to extract the first DVD, put in mine, and everything was Jake from there on in, except when I actually attempted sit down and watch this turkey...
Fellow Pooners, Ladies and lurkers, I'm sorry, but this has to have been the rottenest, boringest, limp-dicked excuse for porno since since Linda Lovelace's Grandmother went down on the Titanic!
At least when they make a porno flick in Esquimalt, they have a budget for some Viagra...just to make it through the work day.
But Not in this one!!! In fact I'm so choked right now, I'm not even gonna tell you all how it ends.
There I said it.
And one other thing. Today, Violet walked me through the construction area where the new jacuzzi tub's supposed to go.
Hey it feels like that corner's been under construction since the second coming!!! Maybe if Vikki paid her contractor in something other than handjobs it could be ready for splashdown city a little sooner!
And I may as well put you all on notice now, that once it becomes operational, Violet, me, probably Seven and maybe even this morning's phone lady ARE GOING TO OWN IT!!!!
'nuff said.






