Ask Howard • 02-18-22
Of digital currency, extreme porn and human extinction Everyone enjoy their Valentine’s, I trust? Uh huh. My, what a difference a year doesn’t make.
How does one even begin? I suppose to start with — in this, our ferocious new Year of the Water Tiger’s seemingly overnight infatuation with “digital” currency — one must imagine an SM dungeon playroom’s fuck machine, its intensity dial representing transactions in equivalency of legal tender, exchange rates predicated upon the levels of piston-pumping destruction one’s sphincter can tolerate.
Got that imagery ferociously emblazoned G-rated in your heads, kidz? OK, good. Now, stay with me: Currently, as of your sweet Howard’s own birthday earlier this month, more than 11,000 of these vaporous “cryptocurrency” teeth-clenchers have proliferated from, literally, nowhere.
Their amorphous coffers swell with new tokens and successful investors wildcatting deep down inside the Dark Web’s netherworld dildo-attachments.
