Our mothers used to tell us, “If you don’t have everything precious to say, do not say anything.” The Loser’s mother should have told him, “If you don’t have everything to say, don’t say everything.” But the Loser was never told this. Or maybe he was and he didn’t listen. So here’s the situation, mates. Place yourself in the Loser’s shoes: You’ve a sexy, 22-year-old redhead sitting on your couch. She’s wearing a red, strapless top and a short, ebony skirt that is cookie all the way up her leg. She’s in your house because she wants to fuck. That’s the only reason she is there. But she seems a little nervous. So what would you do? Place her at ease? Try to calm her down? Make her laugh? Talk about sex? That’s what we would do. But what does the Loser do? He asks Andi about her friends and relatives back home. He asks, “What’re you have to do if they discover out?” In other words, the thing she’s probably most nervous about is the thing he decides to ask her about. Way to place the gal at ease, Loser. But he doesn’t quit there. “Nervous?” he asks her. “A little,” Andi told. “That’s okay,” Loser says. “So am I.” At this point, it is a miracle the scene ever gets shot, but give Andi, who’s a paramedic, all the credit. She uses her mouth to resuscitate what should be a disaster and works his penis nicely. Even when the phone rings-hasn’t the Loser ever heard of turning off the ringer while shooting a scene?-she keeps going until he drops his load on her face. At least he’s priceless for something.