Holy Crap, it’s my housemate Arthur.
This guy has a lot on his mind.
Does everybody look like Hart Crane when they’re getting blown?
Do I look like an artsy headache ad when I’m getting blown?
Did this guy eventually catch his bus?
Man, if this film wasn’t called Blow Job you’d think there’s something wrong with his back.
Is there something on the ceiling?
Blow Job or Blow Jobs?
Yeah, so Arthur, just wear a leather jacket and you can do this imitation at parties. Just keep nodding your head back. And have someone blow you.
I am completely lost.
Man, either blow jobs have just gotten shorter since then or this is proof that gay sex is just better.
brief, unlike the movie
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