Quoth the raven, "Where's the porn?"
Once upon a midday dreary, I opened the browser alone and leary, browsing many a plastic and airbrushed whore, mouse in hand, button tapping.
Suddenly there came a slapping, as of some one gently fapping, fapping through his bedroom door. "'Tis the neighbor," i muttered "fapping to an sharp kneed whore, only him, and nothing more."
Quoth the raven, "Where's the porn?"
Deep into that darkness fapping, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, excreting creams no mortal ever dreamed before.
Quoth the raven, "What a whore. I wouldn't mind her tappin on my chamber door."
In my pants feelings grew stronger, hesitated I no longer,
"Sir", I said, "or Madame, your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was fapping, for the boobies I was clapping,
When so faintly you came tapping, I thought I might just score."
Quoth the raven, "Hu hu grrrr. STAMPA STAMPA!"
Further on the midnight dreary, while I porn surfed, weak and weary, over many a spurious site of "HOT SEX GALORE".
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour,
"Tis not possible!," I muttered, "give me back my free hardcore!".....
Quoth the server, 404.
