Someone let the literary critics of XPT loose.

A suggestion for you, farty: Get some headphones and an audio player, download The Rob Black Show and transcribe evidence of his fading self on your own to pass time in-between customers.
The level of complexity of the show should also work while telling people about lube and rubber.
It's not like there's nothing to do during your next marathon shift.


Black went on and on about "a united[!?]... American... worker" very recently. It probably was the date close to Independence Day which let him become more repetitive than usual. That and some union-like organisation which is set to start operating next week, according to the saviour of porn with the bum chic.

Of course it'd be completely different under his rule. The "99%" "of this business" would flourish in "all the aspects" of life without a doubt. Lame and derivative ideology. So much of it.

Whatever. The guy's clearly done in today's power structure in porno land and wants to remodel. Of course he can't do anything else. He knows it or at least pretended to.

It's interesting to listen to, his stuff.
It's also very flawed in so many ways.

People listening live could watch all the film excerpts on his site once, detect the rather obvious allusions to his plans, listen to Limp Bizkit and Metallica how they like, if they do, and skip at least an hour of a three-hour show in the downloaded podcast.

He just gets more stoned while playing the filler material, as anyone willing to watch the free live stream can or at least could see for themselves. I made pics and posted them in The Pornarium. It's a mong with his bong. Or a pipe.

When he tries to talk and it's all nonverbal noise with a few expressions stuttered in, there's not much info to be had.

Sometimes it's funny to listen to a stoned tech tard trying to multi-task whatsoever.