TOBIANNA - A GANG BANG FANTASY
director: Heinlick Groupers, 1993 Filmco
cast: Tobianna, Shannon Twill, Johnny Love, Tony Montana, Johnny Evans,
Scott Adams, Alex Null, Jimmy Doe, Victor Diamond
rating: 0.10
The box cover for this one should have included the warning: DO NOT RENT THIS
TAPE!
Where should I start.. ok, well, I'll describe Tobianna (who sometimes goes
under the name Monroe) for those of you who haven't seen her; she's an
ok-looking dirty blonde with fake boobs to the likes of Houston, long curly
hair to the likes of Kim Chambers and facial expressions like Lacey Rose. She
has a nice appearance overall, but is wasted completely in this tape.
Not to diss Tobi, but this tape should've been called "Tobi-yawn-a - A Totally
Forgettable Fantasy" or "The World's Lamest Gang Bang". This tape contains
nothing but looping, very repetitive musical scores that drown out the
performers' voices and is definitely the ugliest (that is, if you take Tobi
out of the picture), most boring gang bangs I have ever seen.
The movie starts off at some yard sale where Shannon Twill (looking a bit like
an older looking, trailer-park version of Victoria Paris) selling some stuff
when Tobianna takes a drive over there. They talk a bit - completely fast-
forwardable. Next thing you know, they're at the gang bang (taking place in
some living room).
Tobianna wears a nice little outfit and starts dancing around for the guys
(who all look burnt out). She strips a little then starts sucking them off.
Apart from Tony Montana (who you only see for about a minute), these guys all
look like amateurs: some have very long hair, tattoos.. most of them just
looked geeky. Tobianna gets fucked in the missionary position the whole
time. Shannon is a bit more enthusiastic than Tobi, but not at all
attractive. None of the women do anal.
The cameraman jumps from one girl to the other and the editor just left in
all the technical glitches that make things look more unprofessional than
they already are. The performers look confused, often staring around the room
trying to see if the video camera is pointing at them. Once in a while you'll
hear a moan or two, but then it fades away behind the constant soundtrack.
As for the looping, the most annoying part of it comes near the end of the
tape where they replay the last 15 minutes or so in black and white and with
its speed changed a bit (it was a little faster I think).
Tobianna doesn't look bored, strangely enough. A funny moment is provided
when she licks a cock that cums in her face, then bites down on the head, the
guy quickly pulling away from her smiling face. At least she shows she's a bit
of a sport for having been put through such a lame event (or maybe she just
wanted someone else to feel the same pain she was going through so she bit some
poor guy's dick).
Cumshots? Well, she takes a few ho-hum facials.. maybe some guy came on her
breasts, I can't remember. Shannon Twill.. I really can't remember and I
could care less.
As for director Heinlick Groupers.. I can't believe they put him in the
director's chair. Hopefully this is the only movie he's done (if it even is a
'he'). I have seen a few fairly hot features from Filmco before, so I'm not
giving up on the company, just Hiney-Lickin' Groupers.
My 0.10 rating goes solely to Tobianna, who really couldn't pull this one out
of the ditch by herself but certainly deserves the chance to prove she can
drive a much better 'vehicle'.
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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." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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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." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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