This paragraph from an essay over on Pornblography (the essay topic being the vital question “are the male performers in double anal penetration movies gay?”) made me laugh a lot:

Not two minutes later I had failed male porn star Dick Tracy asking me why I didn’t hire him. I told him it had nothing to do with the fact that he made gay porn and everything to do with the fact he couldn’t keep wood. I reminded him that I once watched him furiously masturbate for nearly an hour straight, sweat pouring down over his obvious hair plugs, face beet red, before emitting a girlish squeak and two drops of milk of magnesium from the head of his cock that could easily have been mistaken for spit. Oddly enough he, too, seemed deeply insulted by my observations and honesty, and openly contemplated giving me the ass whooping I so desperately crave. Ultimately he laughed, shook his head and walked away, while I proceeded to get drunk and use dumb pickup lines on women who, prior to my insinuations, used to think I was funny and clever.