I remember a period in my life where I was unemployed and watched too much TV. Percentage-wise, I have probably spent more time without a job than actually working. I guess that’s because I have been an illegal alien in most places I have lived, but it also has to do with my work ethic. Holding a job is fucking hard when all I care about is my next drink. It’s a sad fucking story, and you aren’t my therapist so I will get to it….Topanga was that cunt who never put out on a show called Boy Meets World. Boy Meets World starred the younger brother of Kevin Arnold from the Wonder Years. This was a power-family in bad television.
Here are some pictures of her today.
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I have said it before, and I guess I will say it again, there is nothing like a video camera to make me motherfucking happy. I love how technolgy is evolving and people are becoming more and more comfortable with this shit so that when you propose the idea of filming your girl getting fucked, she jumps on it. It makes for good internet entertainment. 
I have gone over this so many times, but it never gets old. Fetish is funny, but only when a man with erectile disfunction can only get hard when involved in their said fetish. I know this can get pretty fucking weird, it can involve things like food products, or innocent people on the street, it can even get dangerous or sick when it involves children or rape. I guess that makes this product a little less harmless than some fetishes tend to be, but it’s still pretty funny to think that there is at least one man out there who can only get off when he has a mask like this on….think of the issues that may cause him, especially when he brings a girl home from a bar. I know, the chances of someone with a mask like this in his house actually meeting someone and getting them back to their home is pretty fucking rare, but we can pretend…..this is the internet!
I love poor perverts, much more than rich perverts. By poor perverts I mean people with fetishes who work on a budget. By budget I mean buying a sex doll that looks like it’s made of hard plastic, like a Tonka truck….and has no arms or legs, you gotta cut corners somewhere. I am talking a head and torso, a little Boxing Helena, that’s all you really need…I am happy to say that this poor motherfucker, although hurting sexually, can afford a digital camera that gives us the opportunity to check his “girlfriend” out, he even shows us his home that clearly took way too much thought….This photoessay is after the jump….enjoy and remember that I am not the one who wrote the captions!
