Inspired by a conversation...

It's never a planned out thing really. You're most definitely not sitting there at work watching the seconds go by thinking about it. You're not in your car on the way home telling yourself : "OK I'm gonna shower, change my clothes, and then flip it on".

What I'm talking about is watching a porno-Esq flick on your television.

It starts out innocently enough.





You're watching that re-run of Seinfeld. The one you've seen a million times, called "Not that there's anything wrong with that." You're laughing and have a great time. Then a commercial hits, and instinctively you press the "guide" button to see what else you could be watching.



You scroll down through the endless list of nothingness that you're paying ungodly amounts of cash each month for. The commercial break is un-seemingly long and now you're down in the movie channel section.

Two words stand out to you on the screen for some reason. Fatal Attraction! You start to process what those two words mean. A curious voice in the back of your mind starts probing your frontal lobes. "Isn't there some tittys in that movie?"

And then being the good detective that you are you have to find out.

And after further examination there aren't just tittys in that movie, there are fantastic tittys in that movie.




And nobody is around. And before you know it, it's 3am. And now you're watching ....

Sex Games Cancun 3.



And no you didn't set out to do this. But you did this because you're a dirty male, with a dirty mind. And you're a slave to testosterone.