I know, I know.
The title of this post is quite possibly the last thing you thought you would have seen on my blog, but, kid you not, I have discovered something horrifically bad about internet pron.
Is it running out of batteries you ask?
No. *mutterfilthypervesmutters* It’s something much, MUCH worse.
It’s the fact that the ‘are you over 18?’ is a constant fucking reminder of exactly how old I am!
As if I need any bloody help with that! Grrrrr.
Besides, obviously, looking at the prettie cookies, the only thing which would make it any better would be an option with the answer yes-I-am-over-18-and-thank-you-so-very-fucking-much-for-asking-why-don’t-you-just-pour-a-little-bit-of-acid-over-that-hole-you-just-stabbed-into-my-ego-and-then-ask-me-why-I’m-searching-the-internet-for-pron-instead-of-doing-it-myself-you-judgemental-wankers-you-know-what-take-your-stupid-arse-site-and-shove-it-where-the-sun-don’t-shine-AND-MAY-THE-REST-OF-YOUR-MISERABLE-SEX-LIFE-BE-LIKE-AN-OUT-OF-DATE-CONDOM-YOU-AGEIST-BASTAGES!
So, yeah, I don’t really like that part much.