Sometimes I make porn and stuff. Sometimes I just ramble.
When dudes are uploading tube videos of themselves beating off to your videos, you can pat yourself on the back and bask in the sweet warm glow of success.
I’m not going to watch this guy rub one off to find out, but if any of you do and he shoots his load on his screen, please post a comment here about it. It would bring Kincade great joy to know his face was covered in man juice.
Shout out to my boy, Pipelayer.
As if a man needs more reasons to visit Japan, but here is another great reason.
3846 – Because you can you go all out in your Stormtrooper costume and still pull hot Japanese chicks dressed as sexy maids.
That is about as rad is it gets.
“We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.
On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world know so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
– Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994
(This post is for the power trippin’ customer service agents at Sprint. Other than the fact you currently control the destiny of my phone, you are nothing.)
Since the last post it struck me that I have never shared my favorite site on the internet with you.
I’m talking about my all time, number one, I could do without every other site online as long as I had this one…
This free site is my house of worship. I pray daily to this site and all of the thick, big tittied Japanese women on it. This is holy cyberspace and I treat it as such.
Take a look for yourself at some of the galleries on the site and feast your eyes on the most glorious tits in Japan.
You may find that it is time to change your religion. But I warn you my brothers… if you are already into big boobed Asian girls , proceed with extreme caution, this is a slippery slope.
Jefe: We have many beautiful pinatas for your birthday celebration, each one filled with little surprises!
El Guapo: How many pinatas?
Jefe: Many pinatas, many!
El Guapo: Jefe, would you say I have a plethora of pinatas?
Jefe: A what?
El Guapo: A plethora.
Jefe: Oh yes, El Guapo. You have a plethora.
El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora?
Jefe: Why, El Guapo?
El Guapo: Well, you just told me that I had a plethora, and I would just like to know if you know what it means to have a plethora. I would not like to think that someone would tell someone else he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has *no idea* what it means to have a plethora.
Jefe: El Guapo, I know that I, Jefe, do not have your superior intellect and education, but could it be that once again, you are angry at something else, and are looking to take it out on me?
* No matter how many times I see this, I piss myself on this part. Comedic genius.
Only in Vietnam can you eat a dog and a snake in the same day.
Against our better judgment, we stopped at snake restaurant (yes, they have those here) to buy a snake, kill it, and drink its blood for power. Or something like that.
The crazy looking Vietnamese man who owned the joint took us to the back and let us choose the snake. Of course if we’re going to do this, we’re going big, so we pointed to the biggest looking fucker they had. He said our choice was a poisonous snake, but fuck if I know. When your drinking snake blood, a snake is a snake.
All I can really say about what happened here is that it’s all fun and games until you almost vomit and snake blood literally shoots out of your nose as you gag. It’s not a pleasant experience, trust me on this one.
The blue pill looking thing you see in one of the photos below is the snake’s gall bladder. Yea, really. The person who pays for the snake is the lucky fuck who gets to eat it. Sometimes it sucks ass being the boss. And while you don’t actually chew the gal bladder, you just swallow it with a drink of blood. Then you can take the rest of the snake home to skin and eat the meat.
I passed on the gall bladder and gave the meat to my Vietnamese friend. I gotta draw the line somewhere. We were only here for the snake blood, and that’s as far as either one of us are willing to go today.
What does it taste like? Well, they mix the snake blood with rice wine so it has a little bit of an alcohol taste, but make no mistake about it, you clearly taste the blood. Ever have your nose busted and had the blood pour down your throat? Remember that taste? It’s like that, plus rice wine, plus snake funk, with just a hint of good old fashioned Vietnamese communism.
There are more photos of this, but Bin took them and his camera was stolen a few hours later. Yea, really. I just snapped these on my camera. Now I’m wishing I had shot them all.
I got an e-mail today from a hot black model I used to date, and all it said was this:
“can i borrow some sperm?”
What to do?
Team America… Fuck ya!
I have a friend who just happens to know the cats who made the puppets for Team America. So while we were out for lunch, we stopped by and low and behold, there hung the Team America puppets. Very cool.
Without hesitation we went for the females and molested them, taking these pics along the way. This is all I’ll show of the molestation unless there is interest to see naked puppet bodies. But then I’d wonder about what kind of a sick fuck would want to watch us molest puppets. That could make things funny between us so lets just leave it here.
We played with these things for hours, recreating scenes from the movie and laughing until we cried, pissed, and then cried some more.
Enjoy the pics.
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!
I was told to shut up today by a deaf / mute Thai prostitute. Seriously.
She put her fingers on my lips, squeezing them shut, then used her other hand to motion “no, no, no” with her big finger.
Incredible.
What bothers me the most is, why would she even care? It’s not like she could hear what I was saying. And why in the hell was I trying to talk to her in the first place?
If you haven’t banged a deaf / mute yet, get on it. They make some strange noises.
We took this Christmas photo just for you.
It was shot a few minutes before we shot the first ever Ladyboy bukkake scene. That’s right, each and every one of these sexy ladyboys dropped their load on the face of one lucky ladyboy, the one sitting in the very middle of it all.
13 ladyboys in all.
Of course, it didn’t go down as smooth as we would have liked it to, but we did get a scene out of it.
Merry Christmas!
Chest Full Of Latinas is yet another Latin release from Third World Media, but this one features, you guessed it… big tits!
You’d have to be a communist to not like this movie. Seriously.
I shot a few of the scenes in Colombia and the rest were shot in Brazil by someone else.
All of the girls are winners in the big natural tit category. The girl in the middle, you know… the one with the big tits, spent a few nights with me in Bogota and let me use her as a cum dump. It didn’t take me long to cum when I was watching those big floppy tits bounce everywhere. And did I mention those massive floppies are filled with milk? Yummy.
You never know what is going to happen on a shoot. Usually they go somewhat as planned. Sometimes they don’t. And sometimes you are given little gifts that make it all worthwhile.
Today I was given a small gift.
We were filming a ladyboy bukkake scene (the first ever I believe) and I took my eye off the camera and scene for just a moment to make sure I was not going to step on something I didn’t want to step on, and I saw what you see in the photo.
This was totally unexpected and the last time I saw him, he was fully dressed in the other room.
Good laughs.