Brooke Haven provides thoughtful alternative to fucking her brains in

You know, I used to work for Corporate America, but I’m a butterfly, man; and butterflies are free to fly.

I didn’t like being told what to do by no spirit-sucking drone, man. I make my own rules. I’m a straight shooter. I love hard and I drink hard. I take Life by the nipples until it yelps a little.

So you can see why I would chafe at people telling me which way to jump.

Still, “Fuck My Brains Out” seems less like an order than a challenge, because it looks like Brooke Haven just killed that guy.

Previously: What makes boobs real?; The Pornographer
See also: Hustler