bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
directed by: Roger Earl (1975)
Some beer-drinking, a little pool - much like how I spent last night; then getting home as the birds were waking. Who the hell woke me up this morning to post this? (OK, maybe the cockring choking my throbbing manmeat woke me up.) Where the hell was I? Getting aspirin, making coffee, and converting VHS to AVI to WMV... right, right. I like the music, I like the credits, and I secretly wish I could be Val Martin. (OK, OK, I wish I could belong to Val Martin.) View at your own risk.