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Subject: Review: Chug-a-lug Girls #6
Date: 9 Nov 1995 02:24:35 GMT
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Review:
"Chug-a-lug Girls #6"
Presented by Video Team, (C) 1995 Video Team
Starring:
Rachel Love, Christi Lake, Jessica James, Marine Cartier, Peter North, Alex
Sanders, Tony Tedeschi
Directed by: Jane Waters and Harold Lime
Run time: 90 minutes
Rating: Nah, not really worth it, especially if you are expecting great
facials
I have never seen any of the female actresses before and since they don't
wear convenient name tags (gosh where would they stick them?) well, sorry.
The plot revolves around dancers running from their sexually harassing boss
and shacking up with Pete and Alex, or something like that. After a quick
explanation of events, a brunette accidentally stumbles into Pete's room for
a drawn out 1-2-3 formula sex-scene ending in a disappointing Peter
money-shot (gasp). Alex makes his way outside to find the same brunette on
a lawn chair for a 1-2-3+anal in two positions ending in another
disappointing money shot. The boss (Tony) drops by to cut a deal, gets
shoved into a pool, and ends up talking to a blonde city arbitrator. Tea
leads to "T" and "A" followed by more 1-2-3. Later, Pete gets comforted
after a long day at the office by a another blonde, who gets an energetic
fuck followed by a face-full of Pete. The movie ends with the main blonde
wrapping things up with Alex on a sofa.
Some of the steamier scenes involve the blonde playing the arbitrator riding
reverse cowboy to show off her surgically enhanced upper real-estate
(yum-yummy). Pete's glistening ham sliding in and out of the 2nd blonde's
(who sort-of looks like the blond Tanya Foxx) pussy during a frantic
doggie-style fuck was also mildly stimulating. Unfortunately, most of the
scenes were textbook fuck shots: foreplay, oral, oral, one or two positions
looped a couple of times with different angles, money shot, ho-hum, the end.
Quite disappointing, I never needed to reposition the laptop while viewing
this movie if you catch my drift...
The previous "Chug-a-lug Girls" have ranged from average with a couple of
seconds of genuine filth to downright disappointing. "Chug" number six,
rates as disappointing. The box advertised facials and with the talent
available (i.e. North, Sanders) there should have been some worth writing
about. The only facial worth mentioning was Peter dusting a blonde's cheek
but half of his glops missed, resulting in just a good facial. To those of
you who are not facial fans and want to understand how depressing this is to
the facially inclined, imagine going to a four-star oriental restaurant only
to find burgers on the menu...
I know this is beginning to sound repetitive but maybe someone out there
will listen eventually. If a movie is going to be targeted to a specific
audience (like anal, double penetrations, large breasts or in this case
facial cum-shots) then the audience should get its money worth. There is
nothing more disappointing and aggravating than expecting something and not
getting it. If it is an anal flick, every performer should do anal,
including the star. If facials are emphasized, there should be some messy
faces at the end of every scene. Gosh it all sounds so damned simple...
Raincoat Round-up:
We have: leather underwear with crotch zipper, ass licking, condom, anal
(with condom), cum in hair, reverse cowboy with big-fake titty bounce and
caress, brief dress sucking, ball licking, good facial, blobs of cum in
mouth.
JGrouch
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."