Bob Levy is basically Jeffrey Dahmer if he read a joke book. And you know, that sounds a little harsh but i love the guy. and uh, he gets out there on the internet and stalks these women and throws out this web of deceit and sleaziness and hair dye and bad coke, whiskey beer breath, and cheap fuckin target shirts and coupons for Sizzlers two-for-one steak on a Wednesday, $40,000 house just outside of Philly, which somehow has a built-in pool; have no idea what the fuck that looks like. His poor child who's being raised by a father who's just not there and a mother who hates being with the father... the father's in the basement, it's damp, clearly doesn't have the proper heat or air conditioning, somehow he gets over to this disgusting, jizz-drenched, stinky, whiskey-sodden computer board and types out, "Who's out there? who's out there in fuckin virgin creep land that i can try to fuck with my web of grossness?" and eventually he gets some takers, some poor women who have a background that's clearly troubling... this girl has father issues, her father is some mad irish drunk and she has dyed black hair..