The United States Justice Department is waging a war on pornography. The campaign is being led by the killjoy John Ashcroft, a devoutly religious man who does not drink alcohol or caffeine, smoke, gamble, dance, have sex past ten on a school night and lost the 2000 Missouri Senate election to a dead guy. If my Skinemax goes away there will be hell to pay. There is nothing more soothing to a tortured soul than some Black Tie Nights or Hotel Erotica.

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I tuned into the first season of Survivor continually hoping it would go the way of Lord Of The Flies and contestants would kill the fat pasty guy and dance around a giant pigs head on a stick but alas, it was not to be. Network executives took the success of that show and saturated the viewing public with three more forgettable installments. The fifth season is set to kick off this September and with fledging ratings, this guy is bound to attract the viewers of his late night work on Skinemax.

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