With lips as raunchy as a swig of grape soda, Karen Day is a sexual multi-threat on so many levels. Not only can she fashion her body into a human bird house and urge the country night larks to feed from the perch, she can foot throttle one of those beautiful creatures into a song beyond their natural instincts. In ancient books of wisdom, the Dalai Lama often preached that a wet bird doesn't fly at night. But the soles of Karen's feet tell us otherwise. Her bird splooged into a million stars. And even amateur astronomers can tell you, they only cum out after dusk.