Somewhere snuggled in between these 240 lines of interlaces gabagool exists one man's dream to turn a hobby into a career: Filming housewives getting soft served by various gardeners and general contractors around the neighborhood.
Not sure what the attraction to making this kind of content is, but it may have something to do with Jossepi's double serving of all American beef. Just a hunch.
I understand the need to deep dive western european dirt stars in a 3v1 handicap match. I don't understand why one of them has to be dressed up as Spiderman.
This dude's entire account is littered with pseudo public encounter setup videos. Which is really kinda crazy because it would be cheaper/easier to hang around a Skidrow Walmart for 14 mins a day & let nature run its course for "tha khantent".
If [Izzy Green] isn't front and center pole dancing with a randomly sourced hobnocker, it just doesn't seem natural. The more she continues this behavior, the better chance we all have at this whole world peace thing. More of her [here]
The camera never pans downtown, so we don't know if that blowhole has more gape in it than the San Andreas Fault. But despite her knuckle oven seeing diapers before the age of 30 or not, dude landed himself a bonafide superstar.
If only the avg girl put this much effort into carving out an a-hole that belongs in a museum, maybe I wouldn't be talking to a therapist about my sexual attraction to Reese's peanut butter cups this weekend. E-books will be written about this.
If it wasn't for Melody Mark's astute understanding of internal growth and societal independence we may not have been given this infamous and significant intimate moment. Now [click here] to watch her fuck a life sized bobble head.
The 4 secs of A.I. goon slop pre-rolling before this video is trash. The spectacle following it however, is not. Highly recommended too all female connoisseurs.
She may be all giggles and Valtrex right now, but the 3:00AM smile will soon fade once Becky Smackapuss gets the dry cleaning bill for that Target linen. #doomed
Getting blown out within shouting distance of your HOA'd neighbors is a pretty bold move. Actually, it's one of superiority. Nancy and her 13 cats will most definitely think twice about filing a noise complaint at the next board meeting.
Staring at wood paneling as her middle-aged leather cheerio permeates the air with the aroma of Newport Menthols and Skittles. That's the life we all strive for.
Not even an ounce of hesitation either. That corn husk has definitely missed it's fair share of schedule maintenance intervals, but it's still running like the day it was bought. In other words: Mom's gonna be driving it until the wheels fall off.
Her [entire account] is bizarre imo. She clearly has an affinity for being POV-defiled inside the mudd trumpet but can't be arsed to spend more than $14.oo (USD) on a better quality camera. Black Friday Pofegistka, mark your calendar.
I'm smoking on that Bhutanese shadow garden grown dark evil pack. They watered this with the blood of 36 dragons. Shit's so purple it should be asking me "Where's Ronald?" This shit will turn your pacemaker off. Nuclear levels of sour.
Looks like someone trying to squeeze a flag pole into a gas tank. And much like after messing with flammable substances, someone saw hospital time after this.
