i had arranged to hire these armpits for a film shoot in la over the fourth of july holiday. danny counte — who was otherwise a total sweetheart — balked at the sag contract I devised, and i eventually replaced these armpits with the sweat of a black guy from fresno. but I did get a whiff of danny's armpits before i fired him. the pits smelled like disease. do you know what i mean? — that warm, milky flavor of illness? i later heard danny left armpit work for construction. the guy whose dick danny is sucking in the promo pic was cute. i wish i had a shot of his face.