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Frank McGrath:
Stats: 1m80, 109kg contest weight en slechts 71cm taille!
 
Ik bedoel... Lilly is wel leuk om nar te kijken, maar vanaf ze haar klep opentrekt en begint te schreeuwen als een achterlijke kleuter wil ik haar gewoonweg op de brug van haar neus meppen met een matrak.:D
 
haha ja ze heeft wel hoog gil stemmetje
 

Thai has mentioned in an interview that fellow porn star Lucy Lee was once responsible for "ripping her a**hole"[5] resulting in Thai no longer doing anal scenes. This alleged ripping would have occurred in their scene together in "Tight & Asian 3," when Lee inserted a pink dildo into Thai's rectum.

:roflol:
 
OMG lol....ik vroeg me altijd al af waarom zij geen anaal deed! thx baka :D nu weet ik het...opzich jammer
 
Do you do anal?
No. I used to but then little miss Lucy Lee decided she wanted to rip my a**hole.

Wow.
Yeah.

So that is off limits for a while?
It's basically off limits for a while, yeah. I can't even have anal in my personal life anymore. That sucks so bad.

Were you doing anal in your personal life a lot before?
Yeah.

And you like it?
Of course. I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't like it. It was like one of those things where like you try and you try but you can't because it hurts so bad but then when you finally get it in there you can't get enough of it. I was just like, **** ME IN MY ASS. Again? YES!!!

[laughter]

So your first big scene was with Sineplex?
It was a girl girl anal, with Rene Pornero, she is a sweetheart. Then like a lot of people started seeing the Sineplex video when it came out and the calls have been pouring in ever since. So I went from being a Texas girl to a straight up California girl.

het interview :D Lily Thai Interview
 
Ja, je hebt gelijk:rolleyes:

Als ik zeg dat je moeder een h**r is, dan zie je ook niet staan dat ze tig pikken in haar k*t krijgt, maar dat wordt wel indirect gezegd:rolleyes:

kankerkneus ik heb geen moeder. van waar gelijk die trieste reactie van je? slaat echt helemaal nergens op.
 
tijd om een bril te kopen frankie. Niemand op deze site komt in de buurt van McGrath :roflol:

ja, idd bij herbekijken zie ik het wel, nu ja, mssn schatte ik hem kleiner in op eerste gezicht, door natuurlijke pose en foto van beetje verder, wat zou zijn lengte en gewicht zijn? gewoon op zicht kan ik dat nog maar moeilijk inschatten
 
Zou Frank echt maar een taille van 71cm hebben? Dat lijkt me echt wel heel weinig.
 
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Mij taille is 80cm. :o
 
Frank is gwn de vetste BB'er op deze planeet man! :D
 
hij heeft die hardcore instelling:

"Most people, they live to eat. They enjoy food, the taste and all that shit. They eat out whenever they want. Yeah, what I wouldn't give to eat what I wanted right about now... I like eating food too. Who doesn’t? But I gotta eat to live… I’m eating to achieve something. I can’t ****ing stand what I’m eating right now, but know what? There’s something comforting about it--the regularity, the consistency. If there’s one thing that’s ****ing regular in my life, it’s eating. It’s like clockwork. I follow a set time with each of my six meals. For every meal, I know what I’m eating and how much. I’ve pretty much got the calories, protein, fat, and carbs down to the gram. What’s shitty is that variety is gone. I’m down to a couple of foods. That’s it. You want to hear something ****ed up? When I'm dieting, I crave foods I normally don't like. That's some weird shit. Anway, when I go food shopping every week, it’s a piece of cake. (Cake… Aw shit, there I go again, daydreaming…) Four aisles, four items. One thing about shopping--always go after a meal. Big ****ing mistake is to go when you’re hungry… So I go every week--same day, same time. Everyone knows me, from the manager all the way down to the cashiers. They know me so they don’t ask any questions. Yesterday, when I was there, a new cashier rang me up, a pretty girl. Never seen her before. Anyway, as I’m unloading seven dozen egg cartons, she looks up, smiles, and asks me, 'Hey, you must like eggs, right?' Here it goes again. In my mind, it all comes back up... I'm thinking about how much I ****ing hate eggs. Can’t ****ing stand ‘em. How can she know that I boil a dozen every morning, remove the yolks and toss the whites back? At night, before I go to bed, the same thing? She can’t. She doesn’t know how hard it is to choke ‘em down, how they stick to my throat. On a couple occasions, I’ve even puked ‘em back up. When that happens, I gotta boil ‘em again, and start over. 'Yeah,' I tell her. 'I love 'em...' and return the smile. Like I said, this is not living to eat… And it ****ing sucks."
 
hij heeft die hardcore instelling:

"Most people, they live to eat. They enjoy food, the taste and all that shit. They eat out whenever they want. Yeah, what I wouldn't give to eat what I wanted right about now... I like eating food too. Who doesn’t? But I gotta eat to live… I’m eating to achieve something. I can’t ****ing stand what I’m eating right now, but know what? There’s something comforting about it--the regularity, the consistency. If there’s one thing that’s ****ing regular in my life, it’s eating. It’s like clockwork. I follow a set time with each of my six meals. For every meal, I know what I’m eating and how much. I’ve pretty much got the calories, protein, fat, and carbs down to the gram. What’s shitty is that variety is gone. I’m down to a couple of foods. That’s it. You want to hear something ****ed up? When I'm dieting, I crave foods I normally don't like. That's some weird shit. Anway, when I go food shopping every week, it’s a piece of cake. (Cake… Aw shit, there I go again, daydreaming…) Four aisles, four items. One thing about shopping--always go after a meal. Big ****ing mistake is to go when you’re hungry… So I go every week--same day, same time. Everyone knows me, from the manager all the way down to the cashiers. They know me so they don’t ask any questions. Yesterday, when I was there, a new cashier rang me up, a pretty girl. Never seen her before. Anyway, as I’m unloading seven dozen egg cartons, she looks up, smiles, and asks me, 'Hey, you must like eggs, right?' Here it goes again. In my mind, it all comes back up... I'm thinking about how much I ****ing hate eggs. Can’t ****ing stand ‘em. How can she know that I boil a dozen every morning, remove the yolks and toss the whites back? At night, before I go to bed, the same thing? She can’t. She doesn’t know how hard it is to choke ‘em down, how they stick to my throat. On a couple occasions, I’ve even puked ‘em back up. When that happens, I gotta boil ‘em again, and start over. 'Yeah,' I tell her. 'I love 'em...' and return the smile. Like I said, this is not living to eat… And it ****ing sucks."

Hehe, de helft van wat ik eet lus ik ook niet. :D
 
Tja, je kan ook een magere ecto worden, maar dan mag je wel eten wat je wil. Jouw keuze

Ik weet het wel:D
 
daarom kun je maar beter powerlifter worden.
 
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