Not the first time this hypebeast has staged an attack on Cornhusk Island... and clearly it won't be his last. Feel free to experiment next time man, Maybe deposit a Twinkie before going dark? It's called "The Moist Gremlin". Russia invented it.
Short of being a petri dish for Moderna, idk what this behavior is good for. Never having the face-to-face embarrassment of power washing your partner? Caution to those considering signing up; Not all special teams plays are built the same.
Everything about that statement is true, except the "oops" part. Something tells me 'ole carrot top here has sabotaged these sweatshop dick ponchos before...
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Come on down to Typhoon Bill's 8ball Alley. A luxury trailer park that promises to fulfill your every need, or the first two prescriptions of Rocephin are on the house.
Everyone else talking about USD collapse and unable to afford housing, while I'm just waiting for girls to start doin this in Chipotle parking lots again. #oldfashioned
A comped hotel room in Vegas, and enough meat to keep the free buffet going for a week. I've done the math and have concluded: this could only end one way.
I once witnessed the same thing while riding the Hogwarts Express in Disney World. The tits were actually bigger. Unfortunately, Chester and his butter beer piss stained sweatpants were not as forgiving about being filmed. #truestory
idk who she is. idc who she is. She should start decorating my Venmo with all kinds of pesos just for acknowledging these backwoods circus bozos even exist.
What in the cornbread skidmark hell is going on with this generation? Once upon a time having the genetic configuration of a Madagacar tomato frog would limit your partners to Walmart shoppers. Now tho? No one even pumps the brakes.
It may not be written in the rule book, but there's only one translation for the body language on the girl going Milli Vanilli on herself. And it lives somewhere in between "i need to pay taxes" & "the cowboys choked". Three of life's guarantees.
That soundtrack was pretty banging. Wanna know what's not though? Whatever the fuck crawled in or out of that man's anal cavity at the start of the video. I haven't seen that kind of wreckage since the great crave crate challenge of '97.
Honestly, I first thought the dude on set was Vitaly and we were finally about to get his moment of redemption. That was immediately followed by severe disappointment by the lack of Hagrid being tagged in for the crusty walrus.
