His name is Keith David and he pretty much is the personification of sex party.
Whenever my friend Alex sees the scene from Requiem for a Dream where his character (called 'Big Tim' BTW) macks the chick in exchange for bad horse drugs, he spazzes out and literally can't stop thinking about this giant gap toothed sex machine pummeling his better half with his throbbing black sausage. Maybe in the butt too, I'm not sure.
Anyway, the film ends, as I'm sure you know with (Maid) Marion doing an extreme sex party with another chick and a double sided dildo in front of loads of crazy businessmen type dudes who are alarmingly rowdy in what Big Tim describes as 'Ass to Ass'. It's pretty wrong.
But the bit that's about 300 million times scarier is earlier on when she goes round to his house for the 1st time and the T man unbuttons his flies and pops out his gargantuan johnson right next to her face. Then because she's a bit hesitant, he says.......
"I know it's pretty baby but I didn't get it our for air!"
WHAT THE FUCK? HE IS NOW PRESIDENT OF SEX PARTY.
Anyway, next time you watch that scene try to not imagine your girlfriend doing deep throat on that fucker whilst tears of pain stream from her eyes, you won't be able to. I have now passed the curse onto you.
Sorry, but some things are too good to keep to yourself.
P.s. In our old band we had a song that paraphrased that immortal line, that's how much we ruled, and at the same time were complete idiots.
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