Well, juke is an old Gullah word for a roadside whorehouse/restuarant, aka the most important fucking place in the world. After Prohibition, to help a wounded nation get rid of the karaoke and praying and talking to your grandparents and all of the other bullshit people did when they weren't at speakeasies, they decided to distribute jukes everywhere. Problem is, Jerry Falwell's grandfather had burned all of those sons of bitches down, and killed all of the waitresses/whores and torched the property with liquor as fuel, and then stirred salt into the earth just to drive the point home. So all you had left was a bunch of ash. This ashy juke (You every see cheap models or escorts and wonder why they can afford implants, makeup, and slutty outfits but not enough lotion to take care of dem elbows? They're actually paying tribute to their dead juke-working ancestors with that ashiness) was put into boxes and distributed, to replace the actual jukes. One day, a DJ who you now know as the Fonz set up at a restaurant to start playing a wedding. He leaned against one of those juke-boxes while hauling his records in, and accidentally smashed one in with his elbow, dropping them inside. He didn't want to reach in and pull them out (they're fucking ASHES, man), so he just kept repeatedly striking the box with his elbow until shit sorted out and the records started to play. Hence, the modern jukebox.
a) Who is Ruth?
b) Have you hit it?
That's my sister, you fucking asshole. *Smashes bottle against bar*
I haven't watched any porn in a while. I'll be honest, I'm kind of a pussy about it these days. I'll watch them lick each other, watch them fuck, and turn it off before the ass-fucking. The last porn I watched all the way through was some gonzo porn. Filipina bitch.She had great tits.
You mean pornwise?
