John Schriner doesn't expect a lot from the vaguely vagina-like piece of plastic into which he shoves his penis while masturbating. He expects it to be yielding to his thrust, he expects it to be easy to clean, and he expects it to know the frigging difference between your and goddamn you're! For God's sake, Fleshlight! How can any self-respecting man allow your rubbery artificial orifice to grasp his genitals if it can't demonstrate a basic grasp of proper grammar? Inexcusable!