I like to look up pornos with the word "disaster" right there in the title - it comforts me to imagine that I'm about to witness some sort of pornographic tragedy, and face it, this blog is all about pornographic tragedy. This, then, is it - the sort of thing that those who engage in dumpster diving live in terror of (well, this and the rectal prolapse thing). What did I learn from this? Most importantly, I learned that Tucker Max is no fibber. I learned how to pause any porno set, if even for a moment. I learned not to let the mic guy play practical jokes that involve putting eyedrops in the pornstar's coffee. Also, I learned that hardcoreweather.com is not nearly as entertaining as I'd hoped.
