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Robby Apples

Robby Apples

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Robby Echo popped out in Seattle back in '86. Lost his cherry at 18 when he grabbed the first willing girl and lasted two solid hours by pulling every trick to hold off. Nerves and a condom turned him into a marathon man until she yanked him off because her dad was about to walk in. Back in junior high he and two buddies sucked the hottest girl’s tits at a football game after flashing their pubes. He’s fucked in the ass at his mom’s high school reunion and banged on a ferry crossing Puget Sound in his car. Wild non-sex stuff includes almost dying lost out of bounds on a snowboard, shitting in a urinal in third grade, and getting dragged out of a secret skate spot by cops. Psychedelics killed most of his fears—death now feels like the next cool trip, though he’d hate running out of apples. His ex Karla Kush got him in the game; she’d been shooting for a year, they hit up her agent at OC Modeling, and he signed. Stranded on a desert island he’d want a machete, a spear, and fire-making filament so he could skip the whole capitalist meat-grinder. Reads Siddhartha, How To Be Idle, and Vonnegut, loves The Holy Mountain for making you work for the meaning, and fills free time with yoga, docs, and art. Family knows about the porn and still loves him, religion-free thanks to him.

Robby Apples

2.4M views

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Robby Echo popped out in Seattle back in '86. Lost his cherry at 18 when he grabbed the first willing girl and lasted two solid hours by pulling every trick to hold off. Nerves and a condom turned him into a marathon man until she yanked him off because her dad was about to walk in. Back in junior high he and two buddies sucked the hottest girl’s tits at a football game after flashing their pubes. He’s fucked in the ass at his mom’s high school reunion and banged on a ferry crossing Puget Sound in his car. Wild non-sex stuff includes almost dying lost out of bounds on a snowboard, shitting in a urinal in third grade, and getting dragged out of a secret skate spot by cops. Psychedelics killed most of his fears—death now feels like the next cool trip, though he’d hate running out of apples. His ex Karla Kush got him in the game; she’d been shooting for a year, they hit up her agent at OC Modeling, and he signed. Stranded on a desert island he’d want a machete, a spear, and fire-making filament so he could skip the whole capitalist meat-grinder. Reads Siddhartha, How To Be Idle, and Vonnegut, loves The Holy Mountain for making you work for the meaning, and fills free time with yoga, docs, and art. Family knows about the porn and still loves him, religion-free thanks to him.