The misses is bad at keeping secrets, but good at reading self-help books. The teachings of [Master Your Finances, And Shake It Up] are clearly on display here.
The aroma of Tangerine White Claw permeates the dorm room air, as Becky Sloppapuss explores her sexuality while being spectated by a room full of people that know the McDonald's dollar menu by heart. ♫ OHHH SAY CAN YOU SEE ♫
Best part of having less shame than the 2000 Spanish Paralympics Basketball team? Walking around half mast is no longer for the pizza delivery man to enjoy alone. That last dude clearing two floors and sprinting half naked though? lmao
The most abhorrent thing here is him thinking anything will increase the resale value of a P.T. Cruiser. Hit the 6:32 mark to hear that man dreaming in real time.
That look at the 2:25 mark. It's like the last remaining neuron in his brain suddenly activated again, and then immediately committed suicide when it realized what the fuck was going on. You can't Reddit poll your way out of this one, Stewart.
I say twice because the only other time I've seen those massive dairy bags in action, was when someone tried to slip one of the most well known music scores in between them [here at the 4:22 mark]. Art really should be better appreciated.
Not the plan of attack I recommend you try on the misses. But when ur baiting donations, anything that doesn't run on a diesel engine seems to be fair game.
Where the fuck has she been practicing that technique and are they still allowed within 100 yards of Thanksgiving dinner? These 2 things seem to be intertwined.
The title there wasn't lying. At one point it sounded like somebody was beating the leg of a coffee table with a moist beach towel. The definition of "worth it".
The thumbnail at the beginning of this thing really had me wondering if she was refunding last night's trip to Jack In The Box. His reaction after going full slurp really had me wondering if she was refunding last night's trip to Jack In The Box.
Best part of the live-in girlfriend situation? Walking around half mast during lunch hours is no longer for the unsuspecting Chinese delivery man to enjoy alone. #win
That number isn't verified, but the fact that more than one of these exists on camera is impressive. The only thing more degenerate then the following 9 mins, are the fucking comments lurking underneath it. The human experiment failed.
It'll never meet the legendary aura of [bad times at the bachelorette party] because... well, nothing will. But comparing is the thief of joy, and we shouldn't let $27 worth of content think tanking go to total waste here. She gets my vote.
hmm. either our male protaganist has been studying the teachings of master Splinter, or me thinks she's been down this hazelnut covered highway before.
If the universe-switching eyerolls syncing up with every uppercut to her cervix wasn't proof enough, the Labor Day sale floral pattern fashion trends from Khols on her outfit should be that this is a super mom. Also, opiates are probably bad.
While you're doom scrolling through your 407th video of brainrotted TikTok leftovers, she's out here doing something productive. You two are not the same.
Yet another horde of beatniks that have somehow managed to monetize the kind of performances that once only existed behind the locked doors of a Berlin basement. Big points for that Mitzuwana breakdancing at the 6:12 mark though.
