I don't recall the coke scene, but it could be very likely. This was the frollicking 70's we're talking about (okay.... 1969 - sue me)
As to my preferences for porn - I prefer a well written script, a well crafted plotline and dialog that it beleivable, thank you.
I have to go now and mow my fucking lawn. And dust the furniture at a house I'm not even living in. It sucks. My othre house is on the market and most everybody has advised to leave the furniture in it for 'staging'. I'm okay with it (for now) but posting on the floor is getting very, VERY old.
Not to mention, I am spending all my free time here fixining up and restoring my new home - only to have to go and do the same for the other home. Last week, a realtor was showing it (it's unoccupied) and somehwo, somebody broke an interior french door window and never left a note or offer to repair it. I am PISSED! I want the damn thing sold!
Not to mebntion, somebdoy has left the door unlocked TWICE now in the weeks past - and one time, all of my dresser drawers were left open (they are empty anyway...) WTF does anybody have to check out furniture drawers when showing a fucking home???!!!!
On my way there now.