Is it me, or is John Lennon one mushroom cap short of a cock.   And Yoko, come on, grow that hair another foot longer to cover up those most shapeless of boobs; keep the bush, hide the National Enquirer mountain lady tits.

Not as nice as his song writing

The above being said, this is perhaps the best celebrity photograph I’ve ever seen.  You don’t see many living legends today pose for a picture with a semi and no cock bulb and gross pancake udders.   Hats off to you, Mr. Lennon, for having balls, squashed in-between your legs as they may be here.  Hats off to you, Yoko, for also having balls, most likely tucked back, up your ass, cleverly hidden from sight. (Tranny?)

Sometimes I have to remind myself why I do this, work in porn, when there are so many opportunities in the manual labor and data entry industries—then it hits me like a Van Damme roundhouse kick to the jaw—I do it for the almighty rump.  Ass, thou art as beautiful as thou art divine.

Take this clip from Her First Anal Sex Volume 11, for example.  Just look at this sublime rear work itself against steely cock and happy balls.  This is the reason I get up in the morning, brush my teeth and wash my face, resist the urge to booze before breakfast: bum, do what you do and I’ll do what I do.