If you think, for one second, that Spring Thomas would agree to any sort of interview, well…you don’t know Spring like i do. So, I decided to make up an interview with Spring and publish it here.
Repeat: this is an entirely made-up thing. A thing I that came directly from my own head. Like fiction. In fact, I’m categorzing this interview under “Fabulous Fiction” as well as “Interview with a Porn Star”, cause, well…that’s what it is. However, I know Spring pretty well; in fact, I think I know her so well, I bet I can pull this off just like it was the real thing. Pretty cocky, huh? But after shooting her for 3+ years, I think I can back my shit up.
I Shoot Porn: Wow! Spring Thomas giving up an interview. That’s a pretty rare thing.
Spring Thomas: It is. In fact, I’ve only really done it one other time, only it was over internet radio.
ISP: I remember. You were really nervous.
ST: I know! Right?
ISP: Yes mam. Like when you did your very first scene ever. That BJ scene. At that amatuer site.
ST: I don’t want to talk about that.
ISP: Um, ok. Wanna talk about Sweet Apples? That was really the first time you were on camera, ever.
ST: I know! I like Sweet Apples! I was Ryan. I had fun. It was solo stuff, and some girl-girl stuff. Really innocent. And fun.
ISP: Then I found you.
ST: Or I found you.
ISP: That’s right. You called the ad we placed looking for talent for Spunkmouth. Remember?
ST: How could I forget? We met at Starbucks. It was summer, almost fall. Going on four years now.
ISP: Can you believe it? And we haven’t murdered each other yet. Well, I almost murdered you once.
ST: Yea, I remember. I think I almost murdered you like three or four times.
ISP: Maybe. You brought me doughnuts to fend off a beating once. Remember? You and Sophia did, actually. At like 10 in the morning. I shoulda still killed you two. Or maybe at least spanked you guys really good. Silly rabbits. Why don’t you bend over now and let me take a few whacks at that ass?
ST: Shut up!
ISP: Enough of this. Let’s talk porno. Who’s your favorite guy to work with?
ST: Shane Diesel. And lately, Jason Brown.
ISP: What about Mandingo?
ST: Eh.
ISP: Jack Napier?
ST: Eh.
ISP: Mr. Marcus?
ST: Yuk.
ISP: Double Yuk. Billy Watson?
ST: I won’t work with you. You’re white. And you have a really small dick.
ISP: Excuse me! I have an average-sized penis. 6 inches, no cheating, either. That’s base to tip. Not measuring from my butthole, and certainly not measuring from San Diego.
ST: Like I said. You have a really small dick. I’m a Size Queen sweetie. You should know that by now.
ISP: So size matters?
ST: Um, yea. Duh.
ISP: What’s the craziest scene on your site?
ST: This new boyfriend of mine and the scenes we’re shooting with him are hands-down the craziest stuff ever.
ISP: Yea, it’s gonna make people rip us off even more now.
ST: Totally.
ISP: Your poor boyfriend. You’re so mean to him.
ST: But he loves it so.
ISP: I know, huh? So what do you like to do in your spare time?
ST: I’m not answering that.
ISP: Wanna talk about your family at all?
ST: Nope. Not going there.
ISP: Your best friend?
ST: Sophia.
ISP: School?
ST: No thank you sir. Won’t talk about that.
ISP: The kind of guys you date?
ST: None of your business, man!
ISP: Can you tell me if you’re dating anyone at all right now?
ST: No sir-ee.
ISP: Do you party a lot?
ST: I like Saki Bombers and Bud Light and Kettle One. That’s about all I’ll say there.
ISP: Favorite color?
ST: Pink.
ISP: Who’s your favorite porno director?
ST: Um, wow. That’s a hard one. Lemme think on that.
ISP: Favorite song?
ST: Well, I dunno if I have a favorite. I love country music. I love pop music. I liked that Ashlee Simpson CD when it first came out. And 50 Cent, but that was a long time ago. I know I love to drive you crazy with my CD’s when we drive to LA. I like Napster and my lap top.
ISP: Remember when you wanted to be J Lo?
ST: I never wanted to be J Lo.
ISP: Favorite food?
ST: Beer. Fried rice. Beer. Sushi. Beer.
ISP: Beer isn’t a food.
ST: Says who?
ISP: Um…well, let’s see. What else…hmmm. What day is it today?
ST: You know what day it is today.
ISP: I do. How could I ever forget? May I?
ST: Of course darlin’.
ISP: (drops to his knee in song) Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happppy birrrthday dear Spring…happy birthday to you!
ST: Awww. Thank you hun.
ISP: Did you get the flowers I sent?
ST: I did! I love them. Thank you sooo much!
ISP: OK. Now just admit 6 inches isn’t small.
ST: Not on your life, shrimpy.