Panzer just creamed his Jordache jeans (stone washed) cutoffs.

There's a scene on efukt where she squeezes a turd out on the bed after getting railed in the anus.

I fucked Lisa Sparxxx three years ago after contacting her through her web site and asking if I could be in one of her amateur videos. The scene was shot in a really sleazy motel on the west side of Manhattan, not far from MSG. I'm not a porn star, I'm just an average Joe. I was so excited to bang her but it was a disappointment. She was much bigger than she appeared in the videos I'd jerked off to. Plus she smelled like unwashed ass. I couldn't cum due to the combination of butt stench and the fact that ginormous black dude cameraman was practically on top of me in that tiny ass room so we faked an internal pop.

I fucked Lisa Sparxxx three years ago after contacting her through her web site and asking if I could be in one of her amateur videos. The scene was shot in a really sleazy motel on the west side of Manhattan, not far from MSG. I'm not a porn star, I'm just an average Joe. I was so excited to bang her but it was a disappointment. She was much bigger than she appeared in the videos I'd jerked off to. Plus she smelled like unwashed ass. I couldn't cum due to the combination of butt stench and the fact that ginormous black dude cameraman was practically on top of me in that tiny ass room so we faked an internal pop.

I think there's at least a little bit of heroism mixed in with all the shame of that story. He didn't have to regale us with that sordid tale, but he bared his soul and shared the horrid story at the expense of any pride he could possibly carry after that dreadful day. I mean, here's a man that faced Lisa Sparxx on her own playing field and braved the butt stench and the overgrown Black Cameraman. This man displayed amazing courage while under fire.

I think we should address Meat_Pison as Sir Meat_Piston or Mr. Meat_Piston from here on out.

Maybe she could star in the first installment of Brandon Iron's next DVD series: She's More Than Twice My Size.

We need a wall of heroes for the mope squad, gold stars mounted on a plain marble wall, perhaps to honor the unsung heroes facing the brutality of buttstench, extra rolls of flesh that should never be parted, yogurt-laced meat tacos. For what? For God, King and Country? No, for that precious 10 minute amateur loop.

So you're seeing a sort of Crocodile Hunter of the group.

I've certainly been there more times than I can count as far as a fatty goes. But the lack of hygiene thing is a new wrinkle. How fucking stupid can she be?

Should there be a female version? Let's face it, for every unsung hero in that postion there's 200 ready to take his place...whereas every female in the same scenario gets to meet 30 ex-cons in a Van Nuys warehouse without fanfare.