You know what time it is. It's time to strap up and head on down to the girl-boy club, HELL, the girl-boy-animal club. You've got no inhibitions. You can't be harmed by the feral strangeness of the world, nor the feral strangeness of yourself or the self that you might not even want to identify with. Well, guess what, buddy, ol' pal: it's time to let that bitch RIP. The only way out of temptation is through, and if that leads you through the weird subgenres on the porntubes, well, no one's going to know but your ISP.