Thomas Sunset



"Five bucks a hancock. Twenty and I suck a cock."



Flower Tucci held no secret when asked whom she was wearing for the evening. "Why, Stable & Barn Supply Co, of course!" Ms. Tucci's hind flanks measured in at two axe handles across this evening - apparently, a career best.



With sand kicked in face by every plot twist of the trilogy, he imagined a day the sun didn't rise in vain. And so it began. Day-by-day, with bricks of shame he built a hope. Protein shakes, pushups and illegal HGH that made it through customs. No one laughs now. With chest painted just so someone can give him a reason, it is Smigel who grins last.



I came for the nonstop pornstar pussy and blowjobs, drug hazed afterparties, and generally assumed loss of virginity. Oh well, I got this poster.



When in Thailand, beware the ladyboys. Remember this image. Thank me later.



"I must not have speaking with you. You must speaking with manager for arrange date. I could be punish. Put me in hole. Feed to pigs."



Drive up to a toll booth, look the attendant in the eye, reach out a twenty but don't let it go. Begin counting "one one thousand.. two one thousand.." When you reach ten, what do you see?

urbandictionary: toll booth chicken


"No guys, I'm telling you, the focus has gotta be broken!"



It's the idealized fan image in every pornstar's dreams. Psycho-glare guy. Not him. Him.