It's hard to keep a straight face (actually, it's hard to keep hard), when Angela appears on screen with an obvious rubber prosthesis glued to her bellybutton. Whichever gender she diddles is ludicrous, though it was easier on my stomach to watch Stacey Nichols' rump than Tony Martino's hirsute poop chute getting boned. As for the straight sex, I think "pudgy chicks with stretch marks" kind of sums up the padding found in this package.