Via Quiet Glen Mind Police (an easy to remember name if I’ve ever seen one) comes this take on what happens when you finally decide to click a pop-up ad.

I’d say that’s pretty much what situation all adult actresses are in. They’re all trapped, unable to get out, waiting to be saved. Though usually not in an actual cage, but rather a cage brought about by a traumatic childhood, addiction, or an insatiable need for penises the size of tree-trunks. On the plus side, they make more money getting a load of jizz on their face than I ever could, either without a load of jizz or with it. I don’t think there’s much of an audience for me taking a load of jizz. Probably just some guy with a smelly beard and a dream.