Once there sang a warbler of great intellect

Once there sang a warbler of great intellect and keen senses. It had been foretold that sleepless nights would reign once again. She also had great tits.

Was how John Holmes wanted his new movie to open with. He wanted this film to be a real film. Kirby the porn director rolled his eyes. Another one of Johnny's "Inspiration"

scripts. One freakin' film class at USC and suddenly this hung and 'stached porn star was an auteur. They had only enough to rent the motel room for two days and one fluffer.

Dope freaks don't know jack about eroticism. Their "sexual gratification" amounts to no story, no characterization, and bad puns. Same obnoxiously-voiced meat flailing around all

per-established erogenous zones. Then zoned on zoner the stoner becomes the loner and the other partner

named Mons Pubis sought the attention of Jenny Talarea. Mons Pubis asked if Jenny would like to dance but she threw a glass of punch in his face and walked away. The stoner

sat under the Heelstone. This Stonehenge Free Festival wasn't going well. He put on a beard & renamed himself Olympus Mons. During Omega Tribe's set he asked Jenny to dance again

and dance she did. She danced like no one was watching, but of course everyone was. Olympus Mons was so turned on by Jenny's dancing, he could feel his lava beginning to bubble up

from deep, deep within his core. It felt like eons since he'd erupted. Olympus Mons had never seen something as sexy as Jenny's lambada. The lava began to trickle out until

a particularly curious Mars rover was melted down to a puddle. Olympus Mons and Jenny became quite the item. To this day, he enjoys after-love smokes that can be seen from Earth.