Which Pronstars do u like best?

Which pronstars do u like?

  • blond

    Votes: 7 11.1%
  • brunet

    Votes: 13 20.6%
  • red head

    Votes: 8 12.7%
  • all

    Votes: 23 36.5%
  • whichever does anal

    Votes: 12 19.0%

  • Total voters
    63
  • Poll closed .

lechepicha

Prince of the Rotten Milk
the ones that distinguish with a big pair of boobs or a big ass.

if doesn't have any of that, i'm not interested.
 

DrMotorcity

Don Trump calls me Pornography Man
The ones that give everything they got on set.

Several months ago, in the interest of acquiring a few extra dollars for the then up-coming holiday season, I offered, for a nominal fee, of course—the "going rate," I believe it to be stated in the the agreement was read to me over the telephone—the usage of part of my residence to serve as the setting for the filming of a series of several scenes depicting that which could delicately be regarded as being "adult entertainment."

And yes, while some may admire glowingly the professionalism of the "performers" who embraced whole-heartedly the concept as given forth in arrears in the preceding post, I for one was not so enamored of their "dedication," as I would find later (I was not in attendance during the production of this activity that, as was my understanding, had been remarked to my assurance in written form as being compliant with U.S.C. TITLE 18, SECTION 2257, what ever that may be), that indeed, indeed, friends, that those pronstars engaging in what ever activity only god may know of in my front-room or where ever else he may possess knowledge—or perhaps immediately afterwards—but in either event, during my absence from the property, did "give everything they got on set." And I am of strong inclination believe that these "givers," obligingly harmless as they may appear, yet whose existence is predicated because of the fact that there are "takers" in this world and no doubt others are one in the same!

Among the missing items are an irreplaceable Ivers & Swamp upright piano with the unusual Mahogany Rush finish—very rare and well worth double the bluebook value on the black market, less S & H, of course—a veritable twin to the one that Smith himself had chopped to pieces with an ax on stage at the Isle of White Festival some time ago, that had been in the family (someone else's family, not his) since Purge of '92; a mounted ten-point head of a male Fausto's Jackalope, the origin of which had been shot while being on a Pontiac Safari—the hood, to be precise—appropriately enough, just outside of the Silverdome—why such a beast could possibly be predisposed to do such a thing is beyond all rational thinking when one takes in to account that there was a monster-truck pull underway inside, and possession of the beast, that is the remains of, in its present incarnation, could well land a person in a good deal of trouble were it to be found in their possession, as the a fore mentioned has been listed on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species (not to be confused with the RUCNOK, which as any fool knows is the optometrists' trade union, and certainly not the IUPUIS, heavens no! Then there were the two near-full cases of Scotch that were among the many a dear ancestor braved the cold and the temerity of the ice of the Detroit River to provide cheer to family and several well-paying accounts during those gloomy days of Coolidge Administration and later the Kristofferson (oh the way Glenn Miller played....) A framed (and signed by one of the delivery men who carried it up the stairs) self-portrait of Picasso, back in his pre-term period when he known as P-Lo (this moniker heavily influenced by the report from numerous—and various—sources that he actually did such thing), this too, is among the missing, as is a full-length raccoon coat once worn to professional football games but since relegated to the broom-closet in the cellar, and thereby, appropriately enough, attaining the appellation "The Shroud of Matt Millen; some "stones" that seemed to had found their their way in to my suitcase while vacationing in the holy land—by no means am I inferring that they had been thrown at me; not at all; I merely engaged what I deemed to be a local practice—custom, if you will—with a lightly-armed member of the citiczenry who extolled no political affiliation from my observance and took receipt of them in exchange for a six of Stroh's. And of course, too among the the prizes that had been absconded were a prized (matched) set of Black Socks, modeled after the ones grand dad covered his clubs with (ostensibly so that they would be less likely noticed were a "raid" conducted by the true owner that were woven of the finest wool that could be attained from an upper-peninsular sheep that had migrated from the lower highlands of New Hampshire while speaking français de Belgique.

Following the completion of a thorough inventory, the complete list in its entirety will be posted in this thread.
 
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