please try to fix replying in threads. i only view this site on PS3 and cant use any other browser. thank you.

Just found the retard-o-tron videos on my Ps3 and I almost had forgotten about the Mixtape Vids. That made me look, if i could find other ones, but most of them are not available anymore. I found the Crazy Dave Tape 1 to 3 and the Japanorama Vids and the Lost and Found Vids but with the rest i didn´t have much luck.But Maybe here are some Guys which have them on their HDD.

i confess that i just came from a trip to buy a PS3 as a gift to myself using craigslist. but shit broke loose when this latino motherfucker wanted 20 bux more than the deal and said he wouldnt show up unless we pay.

So i said sure.
he went to our meeting spot in about 10 mins.
i showed him the money in my hand but wanted to see the PS3 and check the condition if it was opened or whatever. But when he placed the bag safely on top of my trunks car. I socked his fucking latino face grabbed the bag, kicked his head one more time and drove off.

story of my life
See ya.. ps3 is calling Hek Hek Hek
11/24/11 happy thanksgiving to yall

i would really like to watch the vids using the PS3 in my brothers bedroom, while he fucks me form behind.

can the all knowing Motherless top bods sort it so i can?

I want to win this, CONTEST!!! FREE PS3 GAMES AND BB GUN GIVEAWAY!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0siWhKPJvU&feature=plcp

im getting blue balls from all th errors. why does my fave site fuck up my ps3 so often?

This girl lived next door to me and was really into me. She would always invite me over to play wither her Xbox360 and her PS3-she always had the latest releases. After a few months I got bored of her always trying to get me to make out with her.

I told her if she wanted to be my girlfriends she would next to gain weight as I like big girls. Every day she would eat about 6 Twinkes, 4 Ho-Ho's, 2 cans of Pringles, and a family size bag of Fritos.

She would cry and say she was feeling so disgusting but I would say: "you want to be my girlfriend right?" She would sniffle: ye..ye...yes" then eat some Pringles.

When Modern Warfare was released I hurried over to her house excited to play the game. Upon approach I saw paramedics taking her away on a stretcher. She was unconcious and I saw clutched in her hand a Hostess Ding Dong.

I went home and was so afraid the police detectives would go door to door trying to find clues adn charge me with involuntary manslaughter.

I hope I win. I want to win this, share it on your wall and everywhere!! Thanks CONTEST!!! FREE PS3 GAMES AND BB GUN GIVEAWAY!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0siWhKPJvU

I am on a ps3. It appears as though I am unable to use chat. Any suggestions my friends.

It was hot that summer. Our New Jersey apartment’s window AC unit sometimes worked, but lately the fan was out the converter hose was frozen. Mom and I quickly got over the shame of skin in favor of oscillating relief.

Mom lounged on the couch, sweat dripping down her thick thighs, in a string bikini, sometimes a shirt. The tie strings of the panties cut into her soft waist as she still bought clothes like she was the same size as in her 20s. She’d only gone up a few sizes, and as friends told me, nothing bad about that. Her dark skin freckled, matching the spattering on her nose. Her curly hair shined in the sun coming through the open window.

And I stayed locked in my room.

I was a gamer with a new PS3 slim. A beautiful machine for the time, but there were long load screens, the fan cranked loudly, and it toasted the room like a mini-thermal reactor. Great for winters but not for summer. It made the air stale. But I couldn’t always open the door. Sure, it let in a breeze, but it also exposed me Mom’s watchful eye and it’d look mighty suspicious to suddenly close the door whenever the mood for xvideos struck.

Mom knew to knock. She’d come by to ask about dinner or to collect laundry when she was in the mood to clean or sometimes just out of boredom. We were close. But she always commented, “It’s a sweatbox in here! How about letting the air circulate?”

“I don’t want to bother you with my games.”

“This door is like plywood. I can hear all your cursing and gunfire out here.”

I froze for a second to imagine if she heard anything else for when I wanted audio and visual stimulation or just the schlick schlick schlick of a lubed up hand.

She collected some laundry off the ground and saw a blu-ray. This was back when blu-ray players weren’t household items but newish technology, slowly replacing DVD. She also didn’t know much about the PS3 other than it was loud and hot and my main obsession. “Why do you have this?” she asked. It was Avatar, something we saw in theaters together last year.

“Friend lent it to me.”

“They don’t work in DVD players, right?”

“The PS3 has a blu-ray player.”

She wasn’t in a shirt today, just the tan-wear bikini, and she ran over and dive-bomb hugged me on the bed. Knocked the controller right out of my hands. Nathan Drake died and a game over screen splashed up.

“Why?” I mumbled into her clavicle as my chin pushed into a soft breast.

“I stupidly bought a bunch of movies at Wal-Mart thinking they were DVDs because I didn’t look closely and they were like two bucks. I thought I’d have to sell them, but now we can actually watch them. Drag that thing out here and I’ll make the popcorn.”

My mom might’ve been the last person to own a CRT TV, those giant boxy ones with a lead plate behind the screen so it weighed 50 pounds. It had color components, but not even the HD ones (blue, green, red) and my cable was packed away in the underwear drawer under a secret vibrator I used during special fantasies. It’d work but standard def? My eyes couldn’t handle that anymore (also why I liked being cooped up in my room rather than out there sweating with her).

“Hold on,” I said. “It won’t work on that TV. It’s too old,” I lied. “It uses the new HDMI stuff. We’ll have to watch in here.”

My room was a typical college kid’s room. A bed, a dresser, and a mess. If I kicked aside the dirty clothes, there was just enough room between the closet and the bed for push-ups or a kitchen chair. I thought she’d drag one in.

Instead she scooched me over on the twin bed. We were both hanging off the sides as the movie popped on with all the coming attractions. So we rearranged where she was against the headboard, sitting up straight, and I lay on her stomach, oily from thick lotion rubbed in. I didn’t mind it at all. She rested her hands on my chest as we waited for the menu to be available. The long black nails. The slight wrinkle. How they instinctively moved in little circles on my shirt....

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