Thursday, September 28, 2006



Okay, all you assholes and dickwads who read my blog but don’t comment (you know who you are), today’s bang of the week is Harumi Nemoto. I’ve come upon a cache of pictures of busty Japanese girls, so I’ll probably be doing at least one more post on a busty Japanese girl. I really couldn’t find much information on this one other than her measurements, which are: Bust, 103 mm, Waist: 60 mm, Hips: 88 mm. In other words, she was born to breed. With me.



For the record, I would like to say that I would love to bang a Latina. Based on what I’ve read, they fuck like there’s no tomorrow. Southern Europeans too. That’s the kind of action I’m looking for. Asians are supposedly the total opposite, which is a total minus. I’ve read that they are passive and just sit there with their hole waiting to be entered.



There is a hot Indian girl (East Indian, not Native American) in one of my classes. She is kind of young so I don’t think I want much to do with her. But I will admit that she has a nice body. I will grant her that much. Her boobs are probably C-cups -- possibly even 36C. Definitely smaller than I’d prefer, but they still look extremely squeezable. And she just has a nice body in general. A good breeder. She also has strange eyes. They are silver-colored. I am pretty sure that they are contacts, though.



Anyway, there are some problems with Indian women and Indian people in general. They don’t use deodorant. Why? And there’s another thing (though this applies more to Arabic women) wrong with Indian women. I call it the two H’s: 1.) High-maintenance and 2.) Hairy. I would most definitely not date a woman with those characteristics. A woman with too much hair is just plain revolting. By the way, fairly recently I was shocked to learn about the fact that a lot of women have all-out beards. If tweezers didn’t exist, this world would be a much different place.



By the way, this last picture of Harumi wasn’t intended to be erotic. It is more of an extension to what I wrote about last time. WHY DO JAPANESE GIRLS ALWAYS GIVE PEACE SIGNS WHEN THEY POSE FOR PICTURES? It is a real pet-peeve of mine. It shows a lack of creativity and I tend to think that such people wouldn’t be very interesting to talk to.

Friday, September 22, 2006



Today's bang of the week is the diminutive, small-handed, Miss Hanai Miri (4'10"). She is a Japanese "gravura" model. To those who don't know, a Japanese gravura model, as you can see in the pictures, is a tease and a bikini model who won't pose nude but will come as close to posing nude as one can get. A tragedy of life. She is not nearly as hot or well-endowed as Yoko Matsugane (who you can see in my July archives) but she is still pretty damn hot in my book. Like the rest of the world (save the U.S.) the Japanese use the metric system, therefore Miri's measurements are bust: 93cm, waist: 58cm, hips: 85cm. I like the metric system because it is more precise. According to various websites, Miri's cup-size ranges between a J-cup and an H-cup. I find this hard to believe. I think she is probably a F-cup. Her blood type is AB. The Japanese are really into blood type. I think that that is fucked up, but to each their own.



Miri is an aspiring singer and released her first single, entitled "Premonition", in 2005. Her hobbies include reading (how clichéd is that) and singing karaoke (I've never karaoked but I would love to try it sometime), she is good and making sweets, her favorite thing is watching vampire movies (has she seen "Nosferatu"), her favorite colors are pink and black (my favorite color is black because it matches everything and isn't too garish), her favorite food is tofu and a "chicken dish", and her least favorite foods are garlic and spicy dishes. I know that all of this info is pretty shallow but I can't read Japanese so I couldn't find anything more substantial. By the way, has anybody noticed how Japanese people (and Japanese women in particular) always give peace signs in their pictures. Why is that? It seems so trite and meaningless. I guess that they just lack creativity, culturally-speaking. I prefer to make faces or do funny poses because it is more memorable and interesting.



So my parents are in London which means I have the privilege of housesitting and taking care of the dogs. It is pretty simple. I feed them, give them water, give them doggy treats (dried-up pig ears), and, best of all, pick up their crap and dispose of it. And let me say this about that: those little fuckers shit up a storm. The pipes are definitely working and it is revolting. I nearly puked on a few occasions when collecting it all. And, what's worse, their crap is a delicacy to them. They love it. Why couldn't they have a hankering for roses instead? For this reason (among many others) I will never get a dog.



So I've hit a stumbling block with therapy lately (I see a Yale-educated Latina psychiatrist for $225 per hour). She is the best therapist I've ever had by far and I've been through quite a few (seven to be exact, not including two family therapists). I just have found that I don't have enough to talk about. And it is important that I put my money (or, I should say, my parents' money) to good use. So I am considering seeing her once every other week instead of every week. We shall see.



Just so you know, I suffer from severe depression, bipolar II disorder, and OCD (obsessive-compulsive-disorder -- thus explaining my obsession with big breasts). I'm currently taking four (FOUR!) medications to combat this sinister troika. I've had two mental meltdowns in my life: one in my junior year of high school, where I was a total and complete loner, and once at the second college I went to, which was seven years later. In high school, I dropped out for six months, came back for my senior year, during which time I spent more time cutting class than going to class, and graduated by the skin of my teeth. I even went to the graduation ceremony and, upon receiving my diploma, was able to hear the sound of crickets. After the second meltdown, I dropped out of the second college that I went to and eventually dropped into the current college that I'm going to. As things stand, all is mostly well in Dodge. Hasta la Vista, baby!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006



I'd like to start off by saying that Gianna Michaels (36DD-27-38) is a porn star and, therefore, I feel reluctant to put her on my list of big boobed girls that I'd like to bang. I don't look down on porn stars or strippers or anyone in the sex industry. I just feel that anytime anyone makes a career out of sex, there is a extremely good chance that they are fundamentally psychologically damaged. Sex and their profit from it is a symptom of their disease, so watching them perform makes me feel guilty and just plain sorry for them. Hardly a turn-on. Plus, they just don't look like they are having fun. It's work, pure and simple. No amount of bad acting can cover it up.



That said, she's got it going on. Even though her boobs look a little off, she's got a totally nice face and ... well, just look at the pictures. They speak for themselves. Like so many other nude models, I can't find much info on her. I suppose it makes sense: don't you think women who pose nude and/or do porn would want to guard their privacy zealously. After all, there are a lot of weirdos out there ... huh?



Apparently, she is really into extremely well-endowed black guys. Is that "Jungle Fever"? Like that Spike Lee movie? I just can't relate to that. I can never see myself being with a black woman. They just don't do it for me. I don't know why. I'm not racist or anything. I would have no problem dating a Latina or Asian girl if they fit my criteria (though the social stigma of dating outside my race (white) is kind of a minus). It’s just a matter of preference. But I'm pretty open-minded overall.



I was watching "Flava of Love" the other day and I thought it was hilarious. I mean, if Flava Flav didn't have a big house, bling, and fame, he could easily pass for a homeless person. But because he has all those things, he has this silly T.V. show where his “bitches” are competing to ... I'm not sure what. Have sex with him or something? People and what they do for their silly 15 minutes!



Anyway, RESPOND people!!! I know that you are all out there but are are afraid to make any comments. Feel free to say anything -- even if what you have to say is negative. I can take it -- even if I have to slam you back.

Sunday, September 17, 2006


I saw "The Beast" purely due to the film's poster, which you can see here. In other words, I thought that there would be at least one actress with big, firm boobs in it. But there wasn't at least one actress with big, firm boobs in it and so I am seriously thinking about suing for false advertising. I would be charitable if I were to say that the women in that movie had B cups but I'm not charitable so I won't say that.

I don't think that it should be any surprise to anyone who has seen the poster for this movie to realize that this movie is a catastrophe. I can honestly say that it's one of the most fucked up movies that I have ever seen. This is saying a lot because I have seen quite a few fucked up movies in my day.

What makes this movie so fucked up isn't so much the EXTREMELY graphic sex scenes between a woman and a perpetually ejaculating werewolf, rather, the director uses the excuse that "The Beast" is a surrealist art film and, therefore, he has the artistic license to film such EXTREMELY graphic sex scenes between a woman and a perpetually ejaculating werewolf in order to make a larger, more cerebral point. Thus, underneath it all, he was probably just subconsciously reveling in his own perversity as an outrageous smutmaker who is getting a thrill out of shocking the audience while, at the same time, maintaining the conscious belief that he is some misunderstood genius.

But even worse, "The Beast" can hardly be called an "thinking person's" film, thus adding insult to injury. Though I never felt a burning desire to waste my intellectual muscle in order to decipher the garbled and unsubtle (is that a word?) message that the inane director was trying to get across to the viewer, it didn't take a genius to figure out that he believed that society imposed restrictions on basic human urges, thus, leading to various perversities. In other words, it's just some inane, sophomoric, pseudo-Freudian mumbo jumbo. Don't see this film unless you are into animalism.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006





Jana Defi’s face is as ugly as her body is hot. I couldn’t find much info on this one other than that she is from Czechlosovakia (sp.?). I’m just amazed at how her breasts stay so firm in spite of their size. She has a great ass too. And she doesn’t really have chicken legs. She’s a breeding machine and I would definitely love to ride her.

I was thinking that there are three categories of physical attractiveness: “Cute”, “Beautiful”, and “Sexy”. Each person has their own ideas of what’s attractive and, as such, such categories depend on one’s personal views. But these three categories exist within everyone. H’ll give you my personal ideas of these three categories.

Cute: This one is the hardest to define. In my opinion, many Asians tend to be cute. Cute people tend to have a petite figure, sometimes they have nice dimples, and a nice smile. I guess you could objectively say that a little brother or sister can be cute. But such people do not stir any sexual desire whatsoever. They can just be fun to look at. I’m sorry if I am being vague, but words escape me. Here's an example of a cute person:


Beautiful: This one is pretty straightforward. Generally, you could say that models that you see in magazines such as “Cosmopolitan” and “Vogue” are beautiful. They have a fabulous bone structure and well-proportioned facial features. Strangely, beautiful (especially thin) women are what many women want to look like -- all to the detriment of the sexy factor. I think that most straight guys don’t like thin women and it always amazes me to see how many girls want to be rail-thin. Don’t get me wrong -- a flat, hard stomach is a very nice thing, but Jesus! Anyway, here are two examples of beautiful women (minus a Cambodian boy):



Sexy: Like “beautiful”, this one is pretty straightforward. Big boobs, curvy ass, flat-stomach, well-toned body. I don’t really need to give any examples.

Each one isn’t mutually exclusive, however. Often times there are hybrids. The paradigm can be looked at as a triangle, with “beautiful” in one corner, “cute” in another, and “sexy” in another corner. In this paradigm, you can cross the boundaries, resulting in beautiful/cute, beautiful/sexy, and sometimes even cute/sexy. Or all three. If you want, you can also break it down by percentages, such as 80% beautiful and 20% sexy or 15% cute, 50% sexy, and 35% beautiful. Some examples of the beautiful/sexy hybrid are Heidi Klum, Kelly Brook, and (even though I’m really not into Afro-Americans) Tyra Banks or Halle Berry.