You’d figure with all the protein in there, a bellyful of spunk would be a good lean-muscle builder.  Apparently, it’s not.  Apparently, it a calorie a tadpole.  Just check out Brittney here.  I think she’s swallowed one too many times.  All kidding aside, Photoshop, you never cease to impress me.

Yeah, I’d still hit it!

Yep, this could be Brittney in twenty years if she keeps pounding back those Martinis and cum-filled schlongs–not that a little weight wouldn’t look good on the girl!  Hell, I think most women could use an extra twenty lbs in the truck and on the chest.  To quoth the immortal Sir Mix A Lot, “Make ‘em Round.”  My good friends, that where I stand.  Take yours!

I don’t know about you, but I like my pussy hairy.  Sure, I’ve got nothing against shaved, shaved is also good, but given the choice I’d rather cram a full-on muff paddy, its coarse continuance dancing along my dick-skin, than plow a sheered field of razor burn and crotch stubble.  But hey, that’s just me.

What's that smell? Leather and fish sweat?

Just look at how silly—even messy–these three slits look, fame and baldness be damned.  And these gals have pussy support, a whole legion of groomers and stylistics at their beck and call.  And what do they have to– (continue reading…)

We’ve all seen them and some of us have them: shitty tattoos, ones that just scream DOUCHE BAG!  Granted, bad tattoos are pretty common these days; by enlarge most tats that I’ve seen are mediocre at best and merely bordering on stupid.  But then there’s the truly atrocious, shit so gawd damn appalling that they’re actually awesome.  Cast in point, the below piece:

This isn’t the Chinese symbol for Warrior

Gay Mer-men nestled between pillars of cocks in mid-ejaculation: I’m not gay, but frankly this is the best fucking ink I’ve ever seen.  Hey, anybody can pull off a tribal design etched on– (continue reading…)