I love every thread with a member in the title
Here he is
http://www.facebook.com/people/Ike-Stain/100000886377980?sk=info
Worked at Teasers Hollywood, Studied at University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign
About Ike: I remember one memorable Christmas in my youth, down at the local dirt mall, when Satan, chomping his cigar and taking a nip of of whisky, asked me what I wanted.
“To see every vagina in the world, sir.”
I had just discovered Playboy that year, and the knowledge that girls showed it all on a regular basis was revolutionary to me. I spent the next twenty years on a quest, seeking out every bit of bare booty I could find in bordellos, strip clubs, magazines and even on the burgeoning internet— back then it was merely beginning to realize its potential as the greatest porn distribution network in the history of mankind.
(I suppose now there are lads whose dream it is to see every posterior anally fisted.)
Then one fateful New Years in a bar, I drunkenly boasted of my dream. The bartender did some quick mental math & wryly informed me that with nearly three billion human vaginas in creation, I’d have to look at 1 vagina per second for the next 100 hundred years.
I immediately sunk into a deep depression. Even with the pace of current medical advancement, not counting time out for showers and sega, one second per vagina was simply not adequate!
For each vagina is a rare and lovely flower, as unique as the snowflakes falling mockingly all around me as I made the long walk home that dark winter's eve.
And then there’s the problem that not all women want to show their vaginas, crazy as that may sound!
That’s when it struck me— I might not be able to see every vagina in the world, but I can look at vaginas better than anyone in the world!
And with that, a long "career" began. <to be continued>
Here he is
http://www.facebook.com/people/Ike-Stain/100000886377980?sk=info
Worked at Teasers Hollywood, Studied at University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign
About Ike: I remember one memorable Christmas in my youth, down at the local dirt mall, when Satan, chomping his cigar and taking a nip of of whisky, asked me what I wanted.
“To see every vagina in the world, sir.”
I had just discovered Playboy that year, and the knowledge that girls showed it all on a regular basis was revolutionary to me. I spent the next twenty years on a quest, seeking out every bit of bare booty I could find in bordellos, strip clubs, magazines and even on the burgeoning internet— back then it was merely beginning to realize its potential as the greatest porn distribution network in the history of mankind.
(I suppose now there are lads whose dream it is to see every posterior anally fisted.)
Then one fateful New Years in a bar, I drunkenly boasted of my dream. The bartender did some quick mental math & wryly informed me that with nearly three billion human vaginas in creation, I’d have to look at 1 vagina per second for the next 100 hundred years.
I immediately sunk into a deep depression. Even with the pace of current medical advancement, not counting time out for showers and sega, one second per vagina was simply not adequate!
For each vagina is a rare and lovely flower, as unique as the snowflakes falling mockingly all around me as I made the long walk home that dark winter's eve.
And then there’s the problem that not all women want to show their vaginas, crazy as that may sound!
That’s when it struck me— I might not be able to see every vagina in the world, but I can look at vaginas better than anyone in the world!
And with that, a long "career" began. <to be continued>
