The problem with Luke's move to digital is, of course, his proliferation. With his meds, he can keep going for hours on this masochistic trip.
"So this is like, edible, right? Fuckin' Easter, I'm lookin' for candy."
Again, Luke eschews conventional photographic representations and their concepts of 'focus'.
Man on left: "Is this one of the Doc Johnson range? Is that Evan's spittle?"
"I had to get a baby sitter, so give me my fucking appearance money. I'm a MILF these days, damnit. I dodged a PTA meeting to come here."
Somewhere in California, a Howard Johnson is missing one drape from its "Presidential Suite".
This man's head is on upside down. Were Amish invited to this event?
Gia provides Luke a focus test: fingers or face, quick!
Now working for Scholl, Luke catalogs poor foot development among porners.
When your calorific intake is the same as dust, even paper can be a chore to lift up.
That is a great many teeth.
Insert random sealion noise here.
My God, she even dresses in a way guaranteed to make me hate her!
I'd hit Hillary, no question, but the clothes have to go.
"Please don't take my picture! I've seen the end results!"
"Wish you were here?"
"Back in the day (2006), I had a lot of influence. Now, not so much."
Dictionary definition of the world 'looming'.
"Yes, your conversation is indeed fascinating to me. Please, expound more."
Not all orange products contain Vitamin C.
"And I'll pay another five bucks for anal..."
Amazingly, still not worth fucking. Talk about trying too hard.
Who is this? What's with her nose? Why? So much surgery in porn and yet she slipped through the net.
So basically, your mom is sat at home naked right now, huh?
Vin, who's the chick on the left?
"Catch that air biscuit! It's vegetarian!"