Buttsizer has a problem. The Evil Cassandra has implanted a microchip thesaurus in his nose that emits the Buttsizer mantra: measure, worship, sashay. This sad plot line wouldn't be so noticable if the sex was good, but it never rises above lackluster. Strip, poke, squirt. Worse, the outdoor scenes have a high-pitched electronic sound that is head splitting. This one's skunked. Wait for a new keg.