Bounce on the Chucklehead

Occasionally, a film comes along which ennobles its viewers through its insight, depth, and profound understanding of the human condition. "Bounce on the Chucklehead" is one such film. Busty Brittany announces this epic's thematic underpinnings from the very first scene, as she shouts "Worship my shoes! Worship my feet!" while lounging on the bed with tempting Tori. (Both are dressed in awesomely sexual lingerie, which accentuates their charms nicely.) Note the symbolism as joey sucks her spike heels, only to be pummeled under the girls' rampaging feet. Experience the warmth as the two girls take turns JUMPING on him while wearing high heel pumps, followed by violent barefoot two-girl trampling. Deconstructionists will spend hours analyzing joey's gasps for air and pain-wracked moans as the girls SMASH HIS FACE WITH THEIR FEET. Brittany shoves her toes down his throat in her inimitable post-modern style, while Tori dances on his tummy. And if you thought Fellini did good face-slapping scenes, wait until you see THIS. Naturally, Busty Brittany gets nekkid - profoundly nekkid - and philosophers agree: This bitch looks HOT. The film reaches even more stunning heights as they jump on joey repeatedly, trample him mercilessly, then use their feet to play his stomach like a bongo. In a scene rich with meaning, Tori takes off her top and dances on his crotch. Their extended dialogue about favorite ways to orgasm examines in detail how Tori and Brittany have sex in real life. (This part's on the level, guys - and you WILL be amazed! Brittany is…er…shall we say…different.) All in all, this is a film that works on many levels. Especially the level of PAIN.