Where do I begin? On one hand I would love for this dickbag to move to NYC so it would hasten the end of him. On the other, I don't want him that close to me. If he goes to LA he'd be a lot further away, but there is a chance he could last longer, not because of any actual work or talent, but because it seems that LA tolerates complete douchebags a shit load longer. Ahhhh, the dichotomy. I'm going back to my thoughts that this cock gobbler can't be for real for a few reasons and yet I can't see what he wishes to accomplish with all of this stupidity. So then I think that he has to be real. And when I say "real" I mean mentally ill. He talks of being this beloved person around the entire world, yet he goes to a Phillies playoff game by himself. Calls himself a "global marketing icon" yet has never appeared in any ad campaign even on a regional level. Maybe I have my definitions wrong, but I'd think "global marketing icon" means something other than 200 people a day leaving you hateful comments on your delusion filled blog. No? And once again Arthur Kadyshes talks about how all the attractive women in the Philly club/social scene are nothing more than disease filled petri dishes. Man, talk about shooting yourself in the foot if you EVER want to get laid again. But what I find funniest about this section is that Arturd says he and his friends are always finding the "newest and hottest young girls to enter the scene and then they go through our group and they are Washed Up or Over." I find this interesting not so much because it is so horrible, but rather because he has basically given women a reason to avoid him and his friends: they have DISEASES! If you start with something pure and mix in Cock Gobbler and his friends you're going to end up with some type of disease filled petri dish. So, hot young ladies of Philly, if you meet anyone named Chad Boonswang, Tony Piazza, Hughe Dillon, Steve Thorne, Brett Perloff, Terry Jue, Tony Churchirilo, Mark Zabludovsky, Sean Jones and, of course, Arthur Kadyshes (aka Arthur Kade) you may want to steer clear, as Arthur points out that you'll have a good chance of catching some type of STD. More deluded ramblings from the cunt faced fucking moron himself, Arthur Kadyshes...
Arthur Kade has always had an amazing bevy of confusion as to his feelings about being a Philadelphian, because there is so much about this city that I LOVE, and so much about it that makes me want to pack my shit and be in KA or NYC. Philadelphia is a small city (Compared to KA and NYC, and they talk about it like it is a town with one stop sign) of identity that is defined by a blue collar work ethic, a rabid sports fan base, and most of all heart (If you look at 2 of it’s favorite sons, Arthur Kade and Rocky, they are perfect examples of the underdog defying the odds to reach the top of their craft and become worldwide figures of “Making It”), but the one thing that I have always felt is that I am “Larger than Life”, and Philadelphia is way to small for me and “The Journey”. This city has so much to offer in terms of food, culture, and identity (Cheese steaks, Water Ice, William Penn, Art Museum, Best Sports Town in America), but that is all great for married people and families, not growing International superstars like me. This is a great town to settle down and raise a family and make your 150k a year and live comfortably, and I always say that if I wasn’t a future award winning actor and celebrity, I could live here.
While at the Phillies first playoff game (My seats were 3 rows from the dugout and field, and it’s amazing the celeb stuff that I get to do because I am The Brand), I started thinking about my time as a Philadelphian, and how I will miss all those little things when I am a transplanted citizen in KA living with my acting peers (I want the city to know that this is my home, but like other famous actors like Will Smith, KA is also my home), and how here I was the “Biggest of the Big fish”, but there I will only be a “Big Fish” along with my future Oscar winning friends, Tom Hanks, Steve Spielberg, and Leo DiCaprio. Last year, I was at the World Series, and I remember the stadium shaking when the Phillies would make great plays, and a year later I am in that same stadium on the cusp of being an award winning actor (Several people congratulated me on the Inquirer write up on the “Dev Deal” with “Entertainment Powerhouse IMG Media”, and how much progress I have made in all other areas of my acting career, and I had one fan come up to me at “The Bank” (Citizens Bank Park), and call me “An Inspiration”, and I was even hoping they would flash my image on the big screen to get the home fans and team going much like they flash Rocky at Sixers games, but we had a lead and they probably didn’t feel they wanted to use that wild card too early in the playoffs), and global marketing icon, and I said to myself, “It’s getting time to move on soon, but I will miss this admiration and atmosphere”. In the end, I am a Philadelphian through and through, so one day I will give back with charitable donations and they can name a school or street in Center City after me.
Dating in this city (Especially Center City) is the worst because it’s one big petri dish of mixture because all of the hot people have dated each other, and nobody wants their friend’s sloppy seconds. If your a girl over 30 in this city, then your odds of finding a guy with the qualities of me and my friends is almost impossible (We want younger, hotter, trainable, and non-jaded, and in other cities like NYC this age isn’t as much of a factor, but because Philly is so small, a girl turning 30 and being single must be slow death) and you either have to go outside the city to find someone who may not know your history, or settle for a guy who is a C+ or less in quality. This is why my friends and I have such a tough time when we go out, because we will find the newest and hottest young girls to enter the scene, and then they go through our group and they are “Washed Up or Over”. We talk about this problem all the time, but at the end of the day, if these girls are throwing themselves at us, then we do what we do as socialites (Get them into the hottest clubs, hang with them at the hottest restaurants, party with the hottest people), and then they reward us with whatever we want, but then that’s it and we move on.
Sometimes, certain fish need to be set free, and since I would consider myself a Great White Shark with the power, hunger, and speed that I travel, it will be time to move on to bigger and better places soon, but in the end I want Philadelphia to know that I will always call it my home town, and one day hope to receive the keys to the city and know that I was one of it’s favorite and most well known historical figures, and days like yesterday where I get to feel the passion and veracity of Philadelphia, I will bring those emotions and represent it hard core, and balls ass hotly, in KA.
“Philadelphia is my home, but Kade Nation is my heart”…Arthur Kade….10/08/09
Where do I begin? On one hand I would love for this dickbag to move to NYC so it would hasten the end of him. On the other, I don't want him that close to me. If he goes to LA he'd be a lot further away, but there is a chance he could last longer, not because of any actual work or talent, but because it seems that LA tolerates complete douchebags a shit load longer. Ahhhh, the dichotomy. I'm going back to my thoughts that this cock gobbler can't be for real for a few reasons and yet I can't see what he wishes to accomplish with all of this stupidity. So then I think that he has to be real. And when I say "real" I mean mentally ill. He talks of being this beloved person around the entire world, yet he goes to a Phillies playoff game by himself. Calls himself a "global marketing icon" yet has never appeared in any ad campaign even on a regional level. Maybe I have my definitions wrong, but I'd think "global marketing icon" means something other than 200 people a day leaving you hateful comments on your delusion filled blog. No? And once again Arthur Kadyshes talks about how all the attractive women in the Philly club/social scene are nothing more than disease filled petri dishes. Man, talk about shooting yourself in the foot if you EVER want to get laid again. But what I find funniest about this section is that Arturd says he and his friends are always finding the "newest and hottest young girls to enter the scene and then they go through our group and they are Washed Up or Over." I find this interesting not so much because it is so horrible, but rather because he has basically given women a reason to avoid him and his friends: they have DISEASES! If you start with something pure and mix in Cock Gobbler and his friends you're going to end up with some type of disease filled petri dish. So, hot young ladies of Philly, if you meet anyone named Chad Boonswang, Tony Piazza, Hughe Dillon, Steve Thorne, Brett Perloff, Terry Jue, Tony Churchirilo, Mark Zabludovsky, Sean Jones and, of course, Arthur Kadyshes (aka Arthur Kade) you may want to steer clear, as Arthur points out that you'll have a good chance of catching some type of STD. More deluded ramblings from the cunt faced fucking moron himself, Arthur Kadyshes...
Arthur Kade has always had an amazing bevy of confusion as to his feelings about being a Philadelphian, because there is so much about this city that I LOVE, and so much about it that makes me want to pack my shit and be in KA or NYC. Philadelphia is a small city (Compared to KA and NYC, and they talk about it like it is a town with one stop sign) of identity that is defined by a blue collar work ethic, a rabid sports fan base, and most of all heart (If you look at 2 of it’s favorite sons, Arthur Kade and Rocky, they are perfect examples of the underdog defying the odds to reach the top of their craft and become worldwide figures of “Making It”), but the one thing that I have always felt is that I am “Larger than Life”, and Philadelphia is way to small for me and “The Journey”. This city has so much to offer in terms of food, culture, and identity (Cheese steaks, Water Ice, William Penn, Art Museum, Best Sports Town in America), but that is all great for married people and families, not growing International superstars like me. This is a great town to settle down and raise a family and make your 150k a year and live comfortably, and I always say that if I wasn’t a future award winning actor and celebrity, I could live here.
While at the Phillies first playoff game (My seats were 3 rows from the dugout and field, and it’s amazing the celeb stuff that I get to do because I am The Brand), I started thinking about my time as a Philadelphian, and how I will miss all those little things when I am a transplanted citizen in KA living with my acting peers (I want the city to know that this is my home, but like other famous actors like Will Smith, KA is also my home), and how here I was the “Biggest of the Big fish”, but there I will only be a “Big Fish” along with my future Oscar winning friends, Tom Hanks, Steve Spielberg, and Leo DiCaprio. Last year, I was at the World Series, and I remember the stadium shaking when the Phillies would make great plays, and a year later I am in that same stadium on the cusp of being an award winning actor (Several people congratulated me on the Inquirer write up on the “Dev Deal” with “Entertainment Powerhouse IMG Media”, and how much progress I have made in all other areas of my acting career, and I had one fan come up to me at “The Bank” (Citizens Bank Park), and call me “An Inspiration”, and I was even hoping they would flash my image on the big screen to get the home fans and team going much like they flash Rocky at Sixers games, but we had a lead and they probably didn’t feel they wanted to use that wild card too early in the playoffs), and global marketing icon, and I said to myself, “It’s getting time to move on soon, but I will miss this admiration and atmosphere”. In the end, I am a Philadelphian through and through, so one day I will give back with charitable donations and they can name a school or street in Center City after me.
Dating in this city (Especially Center City) is the worst because it’s one big petri dish of mixture because all of the hot people have dated each other, and nobody wants their friend’s sloppy seconds. If your a girl over 30 in this city, then your odds of finding a guy with the qualities of me and my friends is almost impossible (We want younger, hotter, trainable, and non-jaded, and in other cities like NYC this age isn’t as much of a factor, but because Philly is so small, a girl turning 30 and being single must be slow death) and you either have to go outside the city to find someone who may not know your history, or settle for a guy who is a C+ or less in quality. This is why my friends and I have such a tough time when we go out, because we will find the newest and hottest young girls to enter the scene, and then they go through our group and they are “Washed Up or Over”. We talk about this problem all the time, but at the end of the day, if these girls are throwing themselves at us, then we do what we do as socialites (Get them into the hottest clubs, hang with them at the hottest restaurants, party with the hottest people), and then they reward us with whatever we want, but then that’s it and we move on.
Sometimes, certain fish need to be set free, and since I would consider myself a Great White Shark with the power, hunger, and speed that I travel, it will be time to move on to bigger and better places soon, but in the end I want Philadelphia to know that I will always call it my home town, and one day hope to receive the keys to the city and know that I was one of it’s favorite and most well known historical figures, and days like yesterday where I get to feel the passion and veracity of Philadelphia, I will bring those emotions and represent it hard core, and balls ass hotly, in KA.
“Philadelphia is my home, but Kade Nation is my heart”…Arthur Kade….10/08/09
Where do I begin? On one hand I would love for this dickbag to move to NYC so it would hasten the end of him. On the other, I don't want him that close to me. If he goes to LA he'd be a lot further away, but there is a chance he could last longer, not because of any actual work or talent, but because it seems that LA tolerates complete douchebags a shit load longer. Ahhhh, the dichotomy. I'm going back to my thoughts that this cock gobbler can't be for real for a few reasons and yet I can't see what he wishes to accomplish with all of this stupidity. So then I think that he has to be real. And when I say "real" I mean mentally ill. He talks of being this beloved person around the entire world, yet he goes to a Phillies playoff game by himself. Calls himself a "global marketing icon" yet has never appeared in any ad campaign even on a regional level. Maybe I have my definitions wrong, but I'd think "global marketing icon" means something other than 200 people a day leaving you hateful comments on your delusion filled blog. No? And once again Arthur Kadyshes talks about how all the attractive women in the Philly club/social scene are nothing more than disease filled petri dishes. Man, talk about shooting yourself in the foot if you EVER want to get laid again. But what I find funniest about this section is that Arturd says he and his friends are always finding the "newest and hottest young girls to enter the scene and then they go through our group and they are Washed Up or Over." I find this interesting not so much because it is so horrible, but rather because he has basically given women a reason to avoid him and his friends: they have DISEASES! If you start with something pure and mix in Cock Gobbler and his friends you're going to end up with some type of disease filled petri dish. So, hot young ladies of Philly, if you meet anyone named Chad Boonswang, Tony Piazza, Hughe Dillon, Steve Thorne, Brett Perloff, Terry Jue, Tony Churchirilo, Mark Zabludovsky, Sean Jones and, of course, Arthur Kadyshes (aka Arthur Kade) you may want to steer clear, as Arthur points out that you'll have a good chance of catching some type of STD. More deluded ramblings from the cunt faced fucking moron himself, Arthur Kadyshes...
Arthur Kade has always had an amazing bevy of confusion as to his feelings about being a Philadelphian, because there is so much about this city that I LOVE, and so much about it that makes me want to pack my shit and be in KA or NYC. Philadelphia is a small city (Compared to KA and NYC, and they talk about it like it is a town with one stop sign) of identity that is defined by a blue collar work ethic, a rabid sports fan base, and most of all heart (If you look at 2 of it’s favorite sons, Arthur Kade and Rocky, they are perfect examples of the underdog defying the odds to reach the top of their craft and become worldwide figures of “Making It”), but the one thing that I have always felt is that I am “Larger than Life”, and Philadelphia is way to small for me and “The Journey”. This city has so much to offer in terms of food, culture, and identity (Cheese steaks, Water Ice, William Penn, Art Museum, Best Sports Town in America), but that is all great for married people and families, not growing International superstars like me. This is a great town to settle down and raise a family and make your 150k a year and live comfortably, and I always say that if I wasn’t a future award winning actor and celebrity, I could live here.
While at the Phillies first playoff game (My seats were 3 rows from the dugout and field, and it’s amazing the celeb stuff that I get to do because I am The Brand), I started thinking about my time as a Philadelphian, and how I will miss all those little things when I am a transplanted citizen in KA living with my acting peers (I want the city to know that this is my home, but like other famous actors like Will Smith, KA is also my home), and how here I was the “Biggest of the Big fish”, but there I will only be a “Big Fish” along with my future Oscar winning friends, Tom Hanks, Steve Spielberg, and Leo DiCaprio. Last year, I was at the World Series, and I remember the stadium shaking when the Phillies would make great plays, and a year later I am in that same stadium on the cusp of being an award winning actor (Several people congratulated me on the Inquirer write up on the “Dev Deal” with “Entertainment Powerhouse IMG Media”, and how much progress I have made in all other areas of my acting career, and I had one fan come up to me at “The Bank” (Citizens Bank Park), and call me “An Inspiration”, and I was even hoping they would flash my image on the big screen to get the home fans and team going much like they flash Rocky at Sixers games, but we had a lead and they probably didn’t feel they wanted to use that wild card too early in the playoffs), and global marketing icon, and I said to myself, “It’s getting time to move on soon, but I will miss this admiration and atmosphere”. In the end, I am a Philadelphian through and through, so one day I will give back with charitable donations and they can name a school or street in Center City after me.
Dating in this city (Especially Center City) is the worst because it’s one big petri dish of mixture because all of the hot people have dated each other, and nobody wants their friend’s sloppy seconds. If your a girl over 30 in this city, then your odds of finding a guy with the qualities of me and my friends is almost impossible (We want younger, hotter, trainable, and non-jaded, and in other cities like NYC this age isn’t as much of a factor, but because Philly is so small, a girl turning 30 and being single must be slow death) and you either have to go outside the city to find someone who may not know your history, or settle for a guy who is a C+ or less in quality. This is why my friends and I have such a tough time when we go out, because we will find the newest and hottest young girls to enter the scene, and then they go through our group and they are “Washed Up or Over”. We talk about this problem all the time, but at the end of the day, if these girls are throwing themselves at us, then we do what we do as socialites (Get them into the hottest clubs, hang with them at the hottest restaurants, party with the hottest people), and then they reward us with whatever we want, but then that’s it and we move on.
Sometimes, certain fish need to be set free, and since I would consider myself a Great White Shark with the power, hunger, and speed that I travel, it will be time to move on to bigger and better places soon, but in the end I want Philadelphia to know that I will always call it my home town, and one day hope to receive the keys to the city and know that I was one of it’s favorite and most well known historical figures, and days like yesterday where I get to feel the passion and veracity of Philadelphia, I will bring those emotions and represent it hard core, and balls ass hotly, in KA.
“Philadelphia is my home, but Kade Nation is my heart”…Arthur Kade….10/08/09
Arthur Kade has always had an amazing bevy of confusion as to his feelings about being a Philadelphian, because there is so much about this city that I LOVE, and so much about it that makes me want to pack my shit and be in KA or NYC. Philadelphia is a small city (Compared to KA and NYC, and they talk about it like it is a town with one stop sign) of identity that is defined by a blue collar work ethic, a rabid sports fan base, and most of all heart (If you look at 2 of it’s favorite sons, Arthur Kade and Rocky, they are perfect examples of the underdog defying the odds to reach the top of their craft and become worldwide figures of “Making It”), but the one thing that I have always felt is that I am “Larger than Life”, and Philadelphia is way to small for me and “The Journey”. This city has so much to offer in terms of food, culture, and identity (Cheese steaks, Water Ice, William Penn, Art Museum, Best Sports Town in America), but that is all great for married people and families, not growing International superstars like me. This is a great town to settle down and raise a family and make your 150k a year and live comfortably, and I always say that if I wasn’t a future award winning actor and celebrity, I could live here.
While at the Phillies first playoff game (My seats were 3 rows from the dugout and field, and it’s amazing the celeb stuff that I get to do because I am The Brand), I started thinking about my time as a Philadelphian, and how I will miss all those little things when I am a transplanted citizen in KA living with my acting peers (I want the city to know that this is my home, but like other famous actors like Will Smith, KA is also my home), and how here I was the “Biggest of the Big fish”, but there I will only be a “Big Fish” along with my future Oscar winning friends, Tom Hanks, Steve Spielberg, and Leo DiCaprio. Last year, I was at the World Series, and I remember the stadium shaking when the Phillies would make great plays, and a year later I am in that same stadium on the cusp of being an award winning actor (Several people congratulated me on the Inquirer write up on the “Dev Deal” with “Entertainment Powerhouse IMG Media”, and how much progress I have made in all other areas of my acting career, and I had one fan come up to me at “The Bank” (Citizens Bank Park), and call me “An Inspiration”, and I was even hoping they would flash my image on the big screen to get the home fans and team going much like they flash Rocky at Sixers games, but we had a lead and they probably didn’t feel they wanted to use that wild card too early in the playoffs), and global marketing icon, and I said to myself, “It’s getting time to move on soon, but I will miss this admiration and atmosphere”. In the end, I am a Philadelphian through and through, so one day I will give back with charitable donations and they can name a school or street in Center City after me.
Dating in this city (Especially Center City) is the worst because it’s one big petri dish of mixture because all of the hot people have dated each other, and nobody wants their friend’s sloppy seconds. If your a girl over 30 in this city, then your odds of finding a guy with the qualities of me and my friends is almost impossible (We want younger, hotter, trainable, and non-jaded, and in other cities like NYC this age isn’t as much of a factor, but because Philly is so small, a girl turning 30 and being single must be slow death) and you either have to go outside the city to find someone who may not know your history, or settle for a guy who is a C+ or less in quality. This is why my friends and I have such a tough time when we go out, because we will find the newest and hottest young girls to enter the scene, and then they go through our group and they are “Washed Up or Over”. We talk about this problem all the time, but at the end of the day, if these girls are throwing themselves at us, then we do what we do as socialites (Get them into the hottest clubs, hang with them at the hottest restaurants, party with the hottest people), and then they reward us with whatever we want, but then that’s it and we move on.
Sometimes, certain fish need to be set free, and since I would consider myself a Great White Shark with the power, hunger, and speed that I travel, it will be time to move on to bigger and better places soon, but in the end I want Philadelphia to know that I will always call it my home town, and one day hope to receive the keys to the city and know that I was one of it’s favorite and most well known historical figures, and days like yesterday where I get to feel the passion and veracity of Philadelphia, I will bring those emotions and represent it hard core, and balls ass hotly, in KA.
lol, Kade looks like a hunter from L4D...doesn't even need makeup.
ReplyDeletekade alone at the phillies game...what a loser. and then looking extra rapey in pic #6. its almost like hes begging little boys to step into the bathroom with him
ReplyDeleteWhy did you have to cover up while in the crowd, Kade, peeps spitting on your head again?
ReplyDeleteFucking hell....he's going on about a game of fucking rounders! I used to play that at junior school, I never knew grown ups played it.
ReplyDeleteThe photo with the hood up near the gates...there's fear in them eyes. I kind of feel a bit worried for him - Christ, if he ever realises he's an enormous turd I fucking hate to think what the cock will do. He could start with those tosspots who play rounders, fucking silly men hitting a ball and running around like a cunt.....yes, only America could invent such a tit of a game ...and have that many arsewipes watching it. The only thing of merit were those girlies out front... nice tits and quimlets....better than watching a bunch of cretins playing bat and fucking ball
So, did the ushers come and get you and throw you back into the nose bleed section right after that vid or did that fat guy 2 seets over throw you under his chair and fart?
ReplyDeleteWhat a fashion meltdown! Cheap fedora, Superman t-shirt, hoodie... Jesus Christ.
ReplyDelete.....'throw you under his chair and fart', lol, wonderful image.
ReplyDeleteI remember once I was rimming a young lady and she accidentally on purpose farted. Quite took me back I can tell you. Of course I rebuked her severely but when she started laughing I just had to laugh also. Let's face it - it's an occupational hazard for rimmers, one can't argue with the occasional fart coming out, intentional or not. Of course the story has a happy ending, as the rim was a prelude to a bumming I made sure to indulge her in some 'porntube' type arse gaping - my word, I had her rectum looking like a whale's spout - or even.....you know when a fish is in water and the oxygen is depleted and the fish comes to the surface sucking in air....well her bumhole looked like that fish's mouth.
Next week I'll tell you about when my friend feltched a ladyboy
He does his hair up like Humphrey Bogart and wears a ratty ass T-shirt
ReplyDeleteI love Philadelphia (you know what I really miss about the East Coast, though? Wawa! I should write a blog about that)! Kade should really watch it. What's he thinking, bashing his hometown like that? Fuck him.
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strugglingactorinla.blogspot.com
Actor in LA - you really are a bitter little shit.
ReplyDelete...I too have had disturbing thoughts that Arthur may really be pulling the wool over our eyes, so to speak. I mean, if this is a scam and Arty turns out to be a fine gent just playing a cunty character, well, he's a fucking cock gobbling genius. I think some of his shizer is deliberately provocative...but just how much is due to mental illness...I just don't fucking know. Considering he has achieved only marginally more than I have in the acting field ( I've achieved precisely fuck all) his talk of being at the top of the tree on equal footing with major actors is really fucking nonsense. If he's serious then it's alarming he can be so deluded....I'm still not sure....and leaving all the sputem film in, I reckon he knew full well what he was doing............I just don't fucking know, either way the fucking cunt is vexing me. Even if it is a scam he still can't fucking act....or he can and he's acting a bad actor.........or he's a bad actor making out he's a good actor playing a bad actor.
ReplyDelete....................you see what it's done to my brain....it's gone and fucked it
...'Actor in LA...you really are a bitter little shit'.......pml
ReplyDeletequite right as well, you are a like a little girl with no knickers on constantly whinging, squeaking like a duck's fart.
Why don't you stop crying and get a fucking audition at least. Fare play to Arthur, he gets out there putting it about (even if he cunts everything up) the only thing you put about is your whiny little voice. When my girlfriend is on her menstrual cycle she sounds like you. So, get yourself a pair of swinging testicles and don't be so bitter about Arthur's success
Fuck you english faggot
ReplyDeleteEnglish Gent, how are those London 10's or Manchunian 9's (the post-Blair equivalent of Philly 3's)?
ReplyDeleteFreshen your drink, Guvnor? indeed...
Arthur won't respond to me or our publiscist after the dev deal fell through where he was soupposed to be our "6th" member.
ReplyDeletehey, why are you calling that english gent a cigarette? ha ha, no but seriously, actorinla, what ever happened with kevin brueck's short film? did he cast you?
ReplyDeleteFaggot? How dare you. Anyway, live and let live, I say. Manchunian? Fumanfuckingchunian? tehe......English girls are lovely and homely but unfortunately they are for the most part dog ugly. Good thing about that is they all do anal. Seriously, they are so pleased with getting some cock that they'll allow it up any pipe. I have to point out though that they are nowhere near as FAT as the American ladies we see on Maury - the American cultural identity show. Wow, you have a lot of fat black ladies in America, and none of them seem to know who the 'baby's daddy' is. Which is such a shame, surely the little baby deserves to know which prison his father's in. I live in the English countryside and I've only ever seen 3 black folk in my entire life; one was a postman and the other two had gotten lost!
ReplyDeleteEnglish gentleman is a genius.
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