Been a while.I just built a new i7 PC, upgrading from my old P4 machine, so working digitally is pretty bad ass now. No more slow downs in Photoshop and Painter and I'm finally able to use all my favorite brushes at higher resolutions. Problem is, new games run great on the new rig as well, so that's making it difficult to not get distracted.
Anyway, look for more updates soon.
Wow!
I tried to remember the last time I saw him, and it had to of been the weekend of December 14th, 2008. A friend of mine finally succeeded in breaking through all of my excuses and was dragging me to a club I had never been to. When I got inside, the experience was how you might expect. Lasers. Smoke. Skanky women of various shapes and sizes. The music wasn't terrible (but nothing to write home about), however there was one remarkable occurance.
In the middle of the dance floor, a circle of patrons had gathered. I chuckled, genuinely expecting some kind of Saturday Night Fever dance-off, but instead the inner-circle seemed to consist entirely of naked men. "Peculiar," I remember thinking, but what the hell. Might as well have a look.
I pushed my past a couple hookers so I could get a better look. There in the middle of the circle was Bob. He was sweating, and while you might immediately blame it on the dancing, I'd wager it was likely due to the great effort he was putting forth while sucking the biggest dick I had ever seen.
No, make that the second biggest dick, because as my eyes adjusted, I saw a larger man fucking his asshole with what can only be described as an elephant trunk tied to the end of an anaconda.
I watched for a minute or two, shaking my head. The naked men standing around were naturally playing with themselves and I have to say the entire thing made my stomach turn. About thirty seconds before I decided to leave, the man in Bob's ass and the younger fellow in his mouth climaxed. I know this because the gentleman behind him pulled his hair while the fellow fucking his throat punched him right in the face. Then their muscles locked up.
I'm not sure if this was orchestrated, but I didn't have much time to consider it. Presumably because there was so much cum, a great deal of it shot out of Bob's mouth, actually splashing the man who had by now pulled out. It all worked together to make a type of optical illusion, the effect of which was rather like seeing the man pounding Bob's ass so hard actually shoot his hot semen all the way up through his body and out of his mouth.
Needless to say, I have not been back to the club since.
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I hope you're happy for what you've done to the internet. This is like a pedophile news group, only worse, because at least on one of those I can look at adolescent boys.
Kill yourself.
Thing is, I've only got a few left (because I've been pounding the shit out of your girl), so why don't you go climb on to your mom and start making another retard for me to skin.
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Hey, how come we all avoid the scraps, i think they're a more honest expression of an artist style and a chance to reverse-engineer the process, sooooo, give the scraps a chance people. [link] Hey, i look at yours
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