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Cutting off big black tranny dicks

02 March 2007 by dwb

I think I blacked this one out, but it just creeped back into my brain for some reason, and I’m going to share it with you.

So… I met a black transsexual while I was picking up a black girl that I was about to shoot for a scene. I have no clue how the topic turned to this but we started talking about sex change operations and she, the tranny, told me how there was a guy in “Over The Rhine” (the Cincinnati ghetto) that did full sex change operations IN HIS APARTMENT!!!!

Yes, you read that right. Some loon was chopping off inner city tranny cocks IN HIS APARTMENT, and the trannys were lined up to have it done!!!

You know what… this is so heinous I don’t even want to continue this post. I’m remembering the conversation I had with that poor tranny who was going to have her cock chopped at this crazy dudes house and I’m getting all weird about it.

I’m out.

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Long Keck Karen Tribe

02 January 2007 by dwb

I took these photos last year with my friend Bin while we traveled up north around the Thai / Burmese border.

This tribe was incredible to see, but sad at the same time. Everyone thinks the rings around their neck stretches their neck, and if they are removed, they will die. That is not true. The rings are quite heavy and they compress their collar bones, giving the illusion of a stretched neck. You’ll see a handful of the women without them. Removing them will not kill them.

So does anyone know of any long neck brothels in Burma? Sorry, I mean Myanmar. I do, and I’m not sharing.

And what’s with these countries changing their names? Burma & Siam are bad ass names. Myanmar & Thailand are average at best. I have no idea who changed them or why, but for now, lets blame Bush.

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2006 – Year of the Heathen

31 December 2006 by dwb

2006 was the year of the Heathen.

In Asia it will soon be the turn of the new year. Not by their calendar, but by ours and it is the American way to say that’s all that matters.

I can honestly say that 2006 flashed by me in a blink of an eye, and a squirt of a cumshot.

We worked too much. I’m not sure exactly how much content we shot, but it was a lot. Many, many, many DVDs worth. For me, 2006 is one cum shot after another and one immigration line after another.

While I made a lot of money in 2006, I lost touch with a few friends along the way. It’s a shame how that works out.

With the help of a few good women, I made a couple of babies. Most of which never took their first breath. Not the first time I have been with a woman who had an abortion, but it still weighs on my soul sometimes. An ex-girlfriend of mine had an abortion and I went into the room with her during the process. The sound of the device while sucking out a child, the vacuum I assume they call it, was almost too much to deal with. She was crying, “you’re killing my baby.” It was heavy.

I’m getting off track.

With the help of my brother from another mother, I started a new business. It’s still in it’s infancy, but 2007 looks like it’s going to be a good year. I can’t wait to pay Uncle Sam more of my hard earned money. He and his wife are the only married couple I know who appear to be happy. Not good odds for those of you idiots who are getting married in 2007.

I caught Gonorrhea once. OK, twice. Those Asian strains are som bitches to get rid of as they have grown resistant to the standard meds used to clear up the drip. You learn something new every day don’t ya?

When I go back to the USA, I feel like a stranger now. I don’t know where anything is in my apartment anymore. I can’t find all the light switches in the dark. But the trade off to forgetting where your light switches are, is an incredible apartment in Thailand with an ocean view.

I spent time in Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Philippines & Singapore. Fucked whores in all of them. That’s not my purpose for travel but it does help me waste the time after I’m done doing the tourist shit or adventure roaming. So I did get around in 2006, literally, and had to have 20 more pages added to my passport after getting refused departure in Cambodia for not having a single place for them to place an exit stamp. They refused to stamp the very back because it has an autograph of Kid-Rock on it.

During this miserable experience in Cambodia, I sent a text message to a friend of mine and got this reply: “cool. find a whore 2 fuck while you r there.”

Whore mongers to the end.

One night out drinking I lost a shoe and didn’t notice it until I was sobering up and it was long gone. That morning I held onto my bed and vomited out of control, minus a shoe, as the room twirled out of control. That was the last time I went drinking with Jscott and Dugmor.

I met some great new friends. Met some strange fuckers and a few people who I would rather not see again. I also grew a deep hatred for the incredibly rude middle eastern pricks who have invaded Thailand. I call Jihad on them and their hypocritical ways.

We were chased by the cops. I paid off some cops. Someone went to jail.

My baby brother got his Real Estate license while I was out of the country. That came by surprise and added to the reality check of me getting older. That check first came when he turned 30 this year. How does your little brother turn 30? Wow. But I’m very proud of him. Very proud.

My mom found a new boyfriend (she has been single for a while) and is in Love. I have never seen her so happy in my entire life. They even got tattoos like white trash hillbillies. He likes porn, smokes weed, and thinks I have the best job in the word. I’m happy for her and as long as she’s happy… that’s all that matters to me. Go mom! 2006 was a kick as year for her.

Kman tied the knot with a woman. I repeat, Kman tied the knot with a woman. I don’t think I need to go into detail on the magnitude of this for those of you who know him, but for those of you who don’t, it’s as close to Hell freezing over as they come. Speaking of… the above pic is how he gets down. Respect. Please note, there is only one female in that photo.

I wish I could say I did more this year, but it was mostly spent working, traveling or breaking international laws. However, if I had to sum up 2006 in a word… Whores.

So what will I do this year for new years? First I will tell you what I won’t do, and that is a repeat of what I did last year on new years. In fact, I spent it with the same guys that I lost my shoe with (Jscott & Dugmor) and spent it in a drunken stupor barebacking some chubby Thai hooker with ENORMOUS tits on the piss covered bathroom floor of a Go-Go Bar in Pattaya. < insert joke about the first case of 2006 Gonorrhea here > I can assure you I won’t be doing that again.

This year I will be sitting at home, in Kentucky, watching the world have fun on TV. It’s cold and wet. But to be honest, how can I top last year?

Happy New Years to all of you!!! I would tell you to be safe, but we both know there is no fun in that. Safety is for pansies and men named Shelia. Have unprotected sex with a stranger. Lose a shoe. Lose your pants. Get shit faced and drive home. Some of you just laughed, some just thought I was being irresponsible for saying that but we all know it’s reality and it’s going to happen.

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

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I hate you Thai monkey!

28 December 2006 by dwb

I have a new Sony VX2100 video camera and I had it in my carry on when I left Thailand the last time. It’s on my person, padded, and protected, what can go wrong?

First of all, Suvarnabhumi Airport (the new airport) is beautiful. However, saying that it is 1/2 way between Pattaya and Bangkok is a crock of shit. It shaves off maybe 20 minutes from going to the old airport.

Besides the stories of corruption where millions were swindled by the Thais who were building the place, they went all out on the design and build. However, one issue I have (besides the large signs everywhere inside the airport pointing to the Muslim Prayer Rooms as you depart and go to your plane), is that they allow you to walk through security, get drinks & buy Duty Free items, and then they take them from you before you board the plane. This is Thai idiocy at its best.

Then, after the main security they do another security check right before you get on the plane, and it’s by hand. They look at everything and tear your just re-packed bags apart. Again.

The inconsiderate monkey who dug into my bag tore it to shreds like a starved animal in search of food. Then he piled it all up and literally jumped in the air to put his weight onto my bag to make it all fit. I shit you not. I heard a “crack” and some other noise and screamed at him, pushing him off my bag. In typical Thai idiot fashion, he laughed and said, “no pom-pem.” He then tore into my second bag. I was considering tearing his throat out but figured his meaningless life was not worth wasting mine.

After the bag rape, I didn’t have time to open everything back up and actually check all the items for damage, but I knew something broke. I heard it. I thought it was a piece of carved wood that I was bringing home as a gift.

Guess again.

I just unpacked to find out that cricket eating, uneducated, United Airlines employee actually cracked the mic on the VX2100 and smashed in a button so it is no longer active.

Nothing else in the bag was broke, the “crack” was the camera that cost more than his entire village.

I am so pissed off right now, I would literally burn down his entire village if I knew exactly where it was.

That reminds me…

Thailand’s New Years is called Songkran, and it’s a water festival. I think I blogged about it before.

I was filming Mr. Kincade last year and as we walked past a group of girls I asked them to please not throw water on me because I had my camera. All of them was cool and said OK but was I was passing, this one flea bag whore said, “I don’t care” and dumped an entire bucket of water onto my VX2100 video camera. I don’t recall much after that other than seeing red and wanting to snap her neck. Maybe I did grab her by her neck, I don’t recall now. Have to ask Kincade.

“I don’t care!” She said. What kind of a person do such a thing? Again, this herpes and hepatitis infected whore was probably raised in a shack but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t taught to respect other peoples property. That is the same as me going to her parents thatch roof house and catching it on fire. They would cry and say “please, it’s our only house” and I would say “I don’t care!” and torch it with a smile on my face. Then skin that whore alive and pour rubbing alcohol all over her.

Some of the people in Thailand never ceases to amaze me, and just when you think they can’t out-dumb themselves, they totally go above and beyond the call of duty to prove you wrong. And don’t think it’s just the Thais, because many of the foreigners who visit or live there are just as bad.

Where’s Bird Flu and SARS when ya need it?

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Interracial Porn and PC STDs

24 December 2006 by dwb

Since all of my Yahoo e-mail accounts decided to not work today, I spent some time cleaning up my computer, getting rid of shit I don’t need or use and trying to find out what keeps making it crash. I couldn’t believe how much shit I keep on this thing, I mean it’s fucking filled with porn from me, my friends, the internet, DVD covers, you name it, from all over the world.

Then it hit me, my computer has The Clap.

Knowing how to deal with this from first hand experience I quickly ran to the medicine cabinet to fetch 1000mg of Zithromax and 500mg Ciprofloxin, and ground them into dust.

I then sprinkled that dust into my keypad and left my baby alone for a few hours and wouldn’t you know… clean as a whistle. No more crashes and it’s running like it was fresh out of the box. I can’t say the same for Yahoo, but at least all my systems are GO.

During the clean I found some pics back when I used to film in the USA and actually had fun in the process. Back when the girls enjoyed sucking cock, eating pussy, swallowing sperm and liked to fuck in general. But ahhhh, those days are gone. This one is from my interracial site (TheDirtyWhiteBoy.com) and here very soon it’s getting a long overdue face lift. That site is old as the internet but God damn, it still makes sales.

These two girls were among my favorites and the coolest to work with. The white one cleaned up her act, found Jesus and actually came to my house to apologize to me once about her behavior. Very strange. I would of accepted a blow job and she could have skipped the forgiveness. I hope she’s found the peace she was searching for.

The black girl, well, I don’t know what happened to her. She was a damn good make-up artist and would do most of the black girls make-up before I shot them. Cool chick, I hope she’s doing alright. Very cool chick.

I desperately want to film some big ass black girls soon. I’m having withdraws and I’m masturbating violently several times a day thinking about black girls. Well, in-between my violent rub off sessions while thinking about big boobed Japanese girls. I guess either one would do the trick right about now.

Anything but Thai girls. Hell, I’ll even come over and film you fucking your old lady if you want. Just let me know!

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Return Of The Mack

17 August 2006 by dwb

I’m going to be posting on some past events, in no order so try to stay with me.

My friend Jimmy came to town after a 2 year absence due to a run-in with INTERPOL and the Royal Thai Police. It was all a huge mix up, be he still had to sort it out.

His first night walking back at Nana Plaza he was telling me how good it felt to be back and problem free. About that time some drunken soccer hooligan just walked up and punched him right in the face. (BTW… this is him about to suck a girls nipple inside a bar. Not big deal, but the girl came with her boyfriend who just walked off to the bathroom.)

Jimmy did the smart thing and walked away because he knew if all hell broke loose it was going to cramp our evening. So he walked over to the cops to round this guy up, but the drunk took off running and the hunt was on.

All of us were looking for this guy when I’m spotted by a guy talking to a ladyboy, “hey are you Dimitri?” he asked. Fuck, not now! Bad timing.

I didn’t have time to talk but it ended up being Vin Cross, a new guy shooting over here in Thailand. I wasn’t being rude to him, but it was honestly the worst time in the world to try to talk to me as we were all hunting this prick who sucker punched Jimmy in the mouth.

The cops finally found the prick and this ass hat decided he wanted to fight the cops… you know the rest of this story so I won’t waste my time writing it.

The punch was wasn’t a strong one, but what made it bad was just a few hours before Jimmy had to have one of his teeth pulled at the hospital, and as luck would have it, he got hit right there where the tooth was just removed. Ouch.

That is the end of that story.

Back in the saddle, this soi dog was on the streets and macking bitches like the old days. Whores, non-whores, business women… all fair game for Jimmy. He’s fluent in Thai, reads and writes it, and knows how to play the game here. Three girls a day, never pays, a true mack in every sense of the word. He even has hi-so girls with rich daddies take him shopping. If anyone truly deserved a key to the city here, it is this guy.

This pic is him and his pasty white ass humping the pizza delivery girl (from Pizza Company) on my bed. No shit. I ordered pizza, he gets laid.

I pay for the pizza, he fucks for free on my bed.

See what I’m talking about? Bow to the power.

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Virgins & Big Toes

01 August 2006 by dwb

Yea, I’ve been slacking but I slept with a 19 year old Filipina Virgin last night to make up for it. God bless the Philippines.

Anyhoo… lots has been going on since I was attacked by a soi dog. The FBI started doing 2257 record inspections and so far 3 DVD companies have been inspected. From what I hear all passed but we both know that all it’s going to take is one company to not have to together and it’s going to be a feeding frenzy.

I’m confident I would be OK during an inspection, but how nervous would that be to have the FBI in your home or office looking through your shit?

Another soi dog rolled into town and has been spreading his seed across the Kingdom. Jimmy is in town and it’s been two years since he was here. He deserves his own post so I will get to that soon. Stand by for his story.

A very evil big toe My ingrown toenail is back. That was the downer of the week. I think when I get back to the USA I’m going to bite the bullet and have it cut out for good. The entire nail gone. I have endured pain like a person should never have to endure with this nail getting clipped in Colombia twice and Thailand four times… no numbing, just some girl in a salon with clippers and my puss filled toe… and yet here it is again.

At this point it may hurt less to just get the toe amputated.

“But then you can’t walk” is what you are saying now, but since I’m on it let me tell you a story about the last time I slept with a virgin.

I lost my virginity to my high school sweetheart and she was missing her big toe. Apparently her father was cutting the grass on his riding lawn mower and had her in his lap. Well, she fall off and her little leg went under the mower and somehow only her big toe was cut off. Truly a miracle. She walks fine and has perfect balance so the myth about losing your balance without a big toe is busted. My God was that girl sexy with a huge set of milky tits that were way too big for her age. Good times. I’d pay good money to hit that again.

That is probably a lot of info for you to process so I will leave you alone for a bit to figure it all out. I’m going to bed to dream about sleeping with virgins with big tits, but I will probably end up having nightmares about giant big toes. I hate when I have that dream.

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Dave’s Busty Thai Girl

29 May 2006 by dwb

Today I got an e-mail from Dave, a good friend and fellow Heathen.

“This is the girl I have been telling you about. The one with the incredible tits who demands I fuck her ass and cum inside it!”

I had no idea what he was talking about because this is his normal banter, but this time he was kind and attached a photo of “the girl” he has been talking about.

Nice tits indeed!

A little about Dave:

Dave lives in Thailand and bones 2 – 3 girls every day, 365 days out of the year. To say he is a sex addict would be an understatement. Dave is beyond that and has transcended into a level of depravity that makes even me blush like a choir boy. Dave has no boundaries and no limits. Girls, boys, ladyboys… it’s all the same to Dave.

Everything Dave does revolves around sex and he discusses it in military style language. If he has eaten Viagra and heading off to Soi 6 to bang several girls back to back, he is going to the “front line” and is expecting to “take heavy fire.”

Sometimes Dave calls me for “back up” or calls several of us for “reinforcements.”

Most of the time he has sex without condoms and “goes commando.” If he does wear a condom and it breaks, or if any of his reinforcements condoms break during “battle,” they have “taking causalities.”

If wounded “soldier” catches an STD, he is awarded the “Purple Dick.”If you live to tell about it, that is the highest honor you can receive.

Dave has re-named various parts of Thailand’s infamous red light districts as the following.

Soi 6 = Fire Base Foxtrot
Soi 7 = Fire Base Charlie
Soi 8 = Fire Base Crossfire
Walking Street = Ho Chi Minh Trail
Nana Plaza = Camp Nana
Patpong = Camp Ladyboy
Soi Cowboy = Thunder Road

Dave also named a shit load of little streets and brothels all over the country but I can’t keep up with all of the names.

The better the whore monger you are, the more “combat experience” you have. The amount of times you have gone to battle would be your “tours of duty.”

In certain places, such as the slums of Phnom Penh, Cambodia, where hardly any foreigners have gone to screw whores there, would get classified as a “special ops mission.” Sometimes he even names those missions.

Dave is a lunatic, but he’s fun as hell.

With that said, Dave is about to start a blog of his exploits. Should be an interesting one to say the least. Somehow I got off track with this post, I only wanted to comment on the tits… nice rack! I love busty Thai girls.

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My brazilian whore

28 January 2006 by dwb

Today I found another old photo on my computer that made me laugh. I’ll share the story with you because it’s a funny one.

I was in Brazil with a couple of world class whore mongers two years ago and we ended up in the north in a place called Itapua, which is near Salvador. We were chilling out on the beach one day, drinking up a storm, soaking in the sun and flirting with the girls as they walked by. All locals. We were the only tourists on this beach. It was great.

The girl in the photo was hanging out with us and eventually we ended up back in my room and my raw cock inside of her. Every time she made me cum, she would get me hard again, then get me off, again. She literally drained my balls for two days. We ordered room service when we got hungry, and fucked until we could not fuck anymore. It was glorious.

My Portuguese is limited so I really didn’t know what she was going on about once she started speaking quickly, but on day three, she wanted to go out that night, and that was fine with me. To be honest, I couldn’t fuck anymore.

That night we go out and she keeps trying to take us somewhere in this little town. One road led to another and we ended up in a fairly slummy part of town. Having already been mugged in this town, I was little uneasy, but went along like a moron anyway.

As we got closer, I noticed we were walking up to a whore house. A big one. It had two floors, loud music and photos all over the outside to showcase the girls inside. My girl runs up to the front and points to the largest photo in the group, it is her.

Shit.

My girl, the one I had been raw dogging for two days straight, was the main whore in the entire whore house. She had the biggest photo outside and was apparently the star attraction.

If you’ve ever had one of those “what the fuck have I done” moments, then you know exactly what was going through my head. I had been banging the biggest whore in the entire city without a rubber.

I guess I met her during a holiday, because I never saw her again after that night. All I have to remember her by is this photo, a receipt for Cipro and Zithromax, and the fond memory of drippy dick.

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Old school kids

21 January 2006 by dwb

Another gem found on a message board.

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a water bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were OK.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendos, or X-boxes. We did not have 99 channels on cable, no DVD’s or video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no internet, no IPods and no MP3 players.

WE HAD FRIENDS . . . we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live in us forever.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

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A great Thai whore

17 January 2006 by dwb

I was looking through old folders on my computer today and I came across this Thai whore.

Ae was one of the first scenes we shot in Thailand years back and to this day is one of my favorite whores.

After we shot her, she was so horny that she wanted every single one of us to fuck her until she got off.

There were 4 of us that day… all dropped a load inside her little snatch one after another, some of us dropped a few loads.It was a several hour fuck fest and she ended up getting off a few times. The more cum that was dumped inside of her, the harder she would cum. It was hot.

I wish I could give awards to some of these whores, because the good ones deserve to be noticed and praised for their actions, which is usually above and beyond the call of duty.

Buddha bless good whores like Ae. They just don’t sell them like that anymore.

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Peep Shows

09 November 2005 by dwb

I went to LA over the weekend to meet up with Third World Media regarding some internet projects and found myself in a peep show booth on my last night at 12am somewhere in Hollywood.

I had a small argument with my traveling partner and went out for a drive. A peep show found me.

So here I am in this stroke booth, watching some great POV Latin scene, pants around my ankles but not on the ground because I don’t want some other dudes cum on my jeans, cock is in hand, and I’m jacking it like my life depended on it.

It was perfect timing when I blew my load because the POV guy shot his at the same time. Yet another reason I love POV videos. I can be that dude. I love it! Simple but brilliant concept. Big thanks to whoever came up with this.

I’m now dressed and back in the mini van rental where I start thinking about a trip to New Jersey with one of my buddies. We went out drinking and, well, he drank and I watched because one of us had to drive. So this guy gets shit faced drunk and while we are on the way back to the hotel we spot a peep show and he wants to stop. We go in, he goes off to do his thing in a booth.

10 minutes later I heard someone fall and make a lot noise. I’m up front with the clerk and it was loud so we both head to the back to see what was going on. Inside my gut I knew it was my friend, but I had to see for myself.

Low and behold we go to the booth (the kind with no door) to find my friend PASSED OUT COLD with his pants around his ankles laying on the floor. A peep show booth floor. Guys… you know what I mean when I say that is the last place on earth you want to fall down. The clerk asks if he was my friend and like a fool I say yes so he kicks us out and threatens to call the police. Not only did I have to pick his sorry ass up off the floor, I had to pull his pants up and take his cum covered body to the car. Un-fucking-real.

It was one of the worst nights in the history of bad nights. In retrospect I should have left his drunk ass for the cops.

I later somewhat got him back when I vomited about 10 times in his new car from mixing my liquors, but that is another story saved for another time. And for the record, we have officially voted that the worst job on the planet is the guy who mops the cum covered floors of these filthy places.

You know you have hit rock bottom when your cleaning up another mans spunk for a living. If that is what you do for a living, you need to aim a little higher. Your job sucks. I’d still kick it with ya, but you have the worst job in the world.

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