Saturated in flava and ignoring the parameters of good taste, STBWC manages to diffuse racial barriers by lampooning black culture. While monstrous bitch stickers explode with carnal custard, Powers adopts the stance of great white hype. Clichés like the "jungle-music-40-ounce-chuggin'-spleef rollin'-nigga-in-da-hizzy-gimme-summa-dat-white pussy!" implode harmlessly on the sexual battlefield. The result is pure, raunchy Uncle Tomfoolery.

Since the guys enter/exit with casual irregularity, and many of the initial couplings are intercut, this vid often skirts the definition of what comprises a typical scene. In fact, pop shots don't necessarily signal the "end" of action - instead, they tend to act as gelatinous bridging devices, leading the viewer from one delirious clusterfuck to the next. (Sometimes, the guys stick around to deliver multiple payloads.)

With faces awash in cheap beer and spooge, the girls all perform lustily ... especially with 12 inches of black adder snaking up their collective asses. Aptly named Ashley Long, a supple British beauty, nearly blows the top off the proverbial "nasty" thermometer during a noms-worthy d.p. connection with Boz and J-Monty. Gobbling their licorice logs as if the nuts contained pure oxygen, she next volunteers her place as the white-hot meat in a jumbo pumpernickel sandwich. With extra dressing, naturally.