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August 20, 2007

#305: Rule 34

Rule 34

[[A guy sits in front of his desktop computer. A girl lies belly-down on the floor in front of her laptop.]]

Male: Huh—Thomas the Tank Engine slash fiction.

Female: It’s rule 34 of the internet. If you can imagine it, there is porn of it.

Male: Nah. The web is freaky, but it can’t begin to have everything.

Male: There’s no porn set atop storm-chasing vans. No homoerotic spelling bees. No women playing electric guitar in the shower.

Female: Actually, that last one would look pretty hot. As long as they were unplugged or waterproofed…

Female: Rivulets of water run down her chest, the smooth body of the guitar firm against her hips.

Female: She twangs the E-string and it shakes off tiny droplets in all directions.

[[She rises into a crouch]]

Female: You’re sure it doesn’t exist?

Male: Not yet.

Female: I’m registering WetRiffs.com. Let’s get on this.