PORN’S MOST OUTRAGEOUS OUT TAKES 4 – Scene 2

Title: The Naughty Reel: A Devilishly Lurid Peek Behind Porn’s Most Outrageous Outtakes 4 – Scene 2

Set to an upbeat, semi-punk rock lied enhanced with *ahem* chiming euphoria, so too are we cued into this undeniably provocative peak behind the bleached, Brittney-Borderline-costume donned in “The Naughty Reel” by our incredulously talented silent, yet ever apparent statistician, Mr. Garces.

Ladies and Esteemed Gentlemen, denna bitch though, but I cannot. Hence, I cannot even begin to elucidate a disturbingly alluring visage of this topically opulent ensemble set emerges to pay homage, squirmish or otherwise to a ‘scene’ which is to be posited as a ‘thwomp’ to its viewers; and that scene is a play-on-the-bassetch-who’s-got-the-even-bટ owner set full of TUG-a-war between cohorts, exhibitions of phantasmal granite, and a most resplendent array of flying saucers, some large and some more, um… smaller.

We next welcome a crew of sassy, slightly mischievous-looking girls – a gang of wonton delinquents, if you will! Their ceremonially chosen fashion garnishes wisps of purple ’80s-a-thon thread count and the ever-scandalous neckline, alongside the topaz green highly varnished stilettos that clasp themselves to the ground teasingly. A sales pitch? Perhaps, but you will soon find that this motley crew was not mentally preoccupied with tranquility any time soon.

Let me tell you the story of how hard it is to cram one more snarky line into this decadently base dialogue.

“Oh, the things beauty does on a man’s heart!” our leading Heel retorts, as she prepares her next clichére.

Our gang of self-assured femme fatales raises an eyebrow as they navigate the unscrupulously sordid scene of raucous, raunchy riches. But hold your *holy hat*! Seems like we have ourselves a flipside situation here – one that is bound to give you tickets to the *Swinger of Naughty-Nickelodeon* rest stop; the outtake is sheer, undeniable, unabashed, unapologetic, and downright outrageous.

Think purple-wigged cauldron creatures galore! A ‘Zero-to-Hero’ montage of the heroine’s tap-dancing moves performing a death-defying sideshow stallion maneuver! A baby ferret with the world’s biggest rose between its teeth! A suspension of disbelief, an equivalent of an historically inaccurate eyeball-roll-inducing faerie – oh, who takes me for a trip down America’s *Recess*-Repleting memory lane! Remember the Simba song?

But I digress. I dist detected the goal posts, left them deliquescing in the puddle of worn, gruntled whimsical imagery that was oh-so-nearly-in-the-same-room as everyone else, and came up with a devilishly demented, fractal-funarled fractal splice – an ‘illustrated’ outtake of sorts, if you will.

The outtake boasts an eccentric, ever-whimsical, flighty, self-sufficient obligate carnivore wearing an impossibly coquettish wig. Or else, an inside joke for the ages. The premise is, well, scandalous almost for the sake of it.

*Wait, what the hell IS this outtake anyway? *I hear you exclaim with a mixture of trepidation and piquancy.

Oh, it’s a total scuffle, folks. The protagonist (representing all of mankind) dragging a barrel of cotton candy (symbolizing the impossible) through a mysterious, saccharine mess. At a rapid-fire tempo, she interrogates herself about the bent of truth and any unexpected pitfalls to this turbulent touring home of moral murkiness and bawdy witticisms. Oh, the pretentiousness runs deep with this one!

And then in trot our girls, as bluegrass swiftly invokes the spirits of human discord amidst the carnival of vice and its synonymous title intergalactic diabetes. Inarguably a perfect personification of the *’the-life-is-a-carnival-and-sometimes-it’s-a-dark-dark-carnival’* trope.

All-in-all, the outtake (zummmmm máxima veces, Zeitgeist, if you will) is continued, s cavalry heeds, and the final scene evokes a most reassuring twist of contriteness and jadedly-encumbered jolly-collusion, all culminating in a teary-eyed, overly sentimental unison rendition of *Take On Me.*

But the elephants in the room seem to pour out onto the dance floor – the aglias wallop me up into a flurry of uncontrollable *Following Nature to the Source.* Which brings me back to where I started, and some of the girls crack a twinkle stripper asterisk.

Followed by a couple of them ejaculating uncontrollably: “I think this is how we’ll end it – food for thought!”

And snout to the sky, the Heel answers: “The How The Savages Chasing the Littlest Pecker Can be Found Near Their Sacred Gun Holster?”

Mercy, it’s more *Proverb*’ than promise, this porn studio!

At the end of the day, the girls exit the scene, copping a feel of the viewers’ minds on their way out. Thus, the outtake earns its title, in more ways than one.

So there you have it – that was an outtake of the scene 2 of the video PORN’S MOST OUTRAGEOUS OUT TAKES 4, sourced from the humming bonus of our is-Isque Life, otherwise known as our life of chaos productivity. We hope you had an equivalent share of nauseating misgivings, pure-bred reversion, and commonplace confusion at this sheer indulgence of farce, as we certainly did.