Major change is the result of millions of seemingly insignificant endeavors converging. As a community, we can minimize waste and conserve natural resources by reducing, reusing, and recycling, so why is this local stud catching so much flak for repurposing old his dick pictures? I think it was Einstein who said, “Great spirits have often faced violent opposition from mediocre minds.”
Next time you feel like coming down on someone because they used the same dick picture to sustain some pretty hot and heavy sexting in their last four relationships, you should take into consideration that 90 percent of jerk-off videos end up in the digital ocean. Do you have any idea how much hydropower goes into cooling the data centers that store your poorly-angled amateur erotica? He even cuts down on physical waste by refusing to use anything in the picture for scale. Sorry, ladies, but this conservation enthusiast won’t be squandering any bananas, rulers, or baby cucumbers in his NSFW content.
Okay, fine. Maybe hearing him moan another woman’s name at the tail end of his nut wasn’t your favorite part of the video, but it’s a small price to pay considering the climatological rewards. A man shouldn’t have to hold up a copy of the Sunday Times when DMing his assplay content. If having to listen to him blurt out “Jessica” instead of “Taylin” before cumming all over his stomach saves even an iota of E-waste, we can all sleep a little easier at night knowing the polar bears might have one more ice cap to rest on.
Some might call his behavior disrespectful, lazy, or even pathological. They might pose the question, “Why don’t you just record a new video since you already spend all day alone jerking off in your room and shoving things in your ass?” Well, maybe while they’re feeling inquisitive, they should also ask Francis Ford Coppola why he didn’t reshoot “The Godfather” because of a continuity error. Sometimes a reshoot just isn’t in the budget.
What his detractors don’t understand is that this recurring video has everything to do with the environment and absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the sun happened to obscure the scarring on the underside of his shaft following a furious bout of poison ivy, or that the glare coming off his widow illuminated his precum in a way that made it look like morning dew dancing atop a four leaf clover, or that for once in his entire life, his balls didn’t look like the grey dangling earlobes of an elderly man. Believe what you want, but this is all in the name of ecological protection.
