It's 1:31am, and I'm in the office (where else would I be, writing a blog?), buzzing on caffeine, shivering from the freezing air-conditioning, with Jay at Eddy's cubicle checking out music videos.
I'm here to write a rationale on a bunch of motifs for a hotel, and just before the servicing dude left me to work on it, he cried, "dude, you HAVE to check out casey's cam! Check out Casey's Cam!"
Now tell me, how am I POSSIBLY supposed to concentrate on work when I go to a site filled with pics such as
these?
(I would have put pics of her well-endowed bossoms or a close up of her cute lil' face, but I picked the pic at random, and asking me to decide which pic serves her best would be akin to asking a dog which bone he'd like in the World's Largest Bone Exhibition in Bone city).
I have always felt that the majority of people who have websites dedicated to themselves really don't deserve a website, and I've always found webcams to be, well, pointless lo-res wide angled pasty crap. But this lady is something else. Click on the pic and check out the site for yourself. It only costs $24.99 or something to get to know her. Amazing. People can now charge money for others to be friends with them, even if said friends may have ulterior motives.
Apparently there're dozens of these non-nude teen model sites, self hosted. There's a link to it somewhere at the bottom of Casey's website.
Anyone else got the vision of beer-gutted middle aged balding net-pervs fantasising about double-clicking her mouse firmly lodged in their heads?
Or are you still fixated on her ass?
(Or have I just alienated my entire female readership (all three of them) and caused my girlfriend to seriously reconsider why she's going out with a perverted monkey spanker such as myself?)
