Basically a public service announcement on the pros and cons of using Tinder in New Orleans. Some live to tell the tale. Others are in diapers at the age of 27. All have an abnormally intimate relationship with Newport cigarettes & turkey gravy.
Halfway into this you may say to yourself: I haven't come across so much reason to develop erectile dysfunction on purpose since going down the lore on [this social media creature]. It truly is an unfortunate day to have functioning eyes.
A few q's if you don't mind: What the fuck is this? Above average production value? Method acting? And most importantly, if I go through Comcast training, will I be able to fix this Internet faster than getting through to customer service?
This is [allicatcollared] and her hobbies include: Philosophical debates on racial inequities, [posting on reddit] and cosplaying as a northern Indiana shish kabob.
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.
I wish this had dual pov. His reaction as he realizes that friction is deflating those pigskins in real time would be akin to my discovery of Buc-ee's brisket sandwich.
The shelf life on this niche can't be more than a year or two. "NoLube/PornForce/Broken Sluts" - All of these studios have one thing in common: Keep penetrating until the chromosome count is no longer in line with the national average. #ouch
A hearty "FUCK YOU" to whoever said portable meat satchels can't get you laid. This man's lust for affordable nutrition on-the-go just netted him enough tier-2 tuna casserole to earn a Martha Stewart seal of approval. #putthatontelevision
And by destroyed I obviously mean pleasantly surprised by an erection that didn't need to pass three different piss tests in order to make it past her cotton candy canoe. I've been told that's considered a delicacy in the gluten-free community.
I'm not even talking about the staged booze in her hand. I mean the necessity of being inebriated to go skin on skin with Trevor Phillips being much more potent than anything Budweiser could dream of cramming into a single serve bottle.
"FUCK ME LIKE THE GLOBAL ECONOMY" is a bold title, but understandable. Almost as bold as listing her name as "Funky Town". I suspect many newcomers have since Google'd there way off the Internet for a while since this went live.
The original working title for this was: Trailer Park Girls Gone Wild... but I was immediately cease and desisted by ROCKPILE LTD & ASSOCIATES. gnomesayin?
Imagine spending weeks convincing your corner store Karen to accept the 2vs1 handicap match, only to sideline her with a cock that gets cease and desist letters from Nike. Just flip that thing over & hit it with a snowmobile again, you'll be aite.
Zero proof she twerks for nickles as a side hustle, but look at her; Malnourished, perma deer-in-headlights stare and "stripper" is in the title. I know the phenotype.
The aftermath is key here. The same results could've been achieved by renting a John Deer tractor and filling her with Oxycontin. But where's the chivalry in that?
Imagine getting the Mike Tyson makeover cause you couldn't keep your yapper off a penis that's configured like a submarine telescope. Prioritize better ladies.
uhh I'm starting to notice a trend with these PornForce videos. 1. Sign a girl that weighs less than a bag of Idaho baked potatoes. 2. Bash the cervix. 3. Choose a thumbnail that fully captures the moment they actually shit themselves. I dig it.
She's Demi Hawks and you'll have to clear out an appointment or three to truley appreciate her. What she lacks in tits, she makes up for in "copy/pasted tiktok thrift store makeup configuration I want to use as a communal speed bump" field.
"My talent know more about you than you. You stupid bitch."
"I'm a fuckin professional, and you're just a whore."
"You're just here to choke on cock right?"
A rousing assembly of women that don't believe the sex is over until their lower half is officially dripping more bell pepper chutney than a soup kitchen in Mumbai. And just like exposing yourself to Indian cuisine, someone's leaving skidmarked.
Here it is; A collection of broskis that last about as long as I do during a Marvel movie released after End Game. Normally these misfits would be thrown into the compost pile and forgotten, but these speedruns need to be seen to be believed.
2:20 mark for this one. Bobby Lee drops 6 years worth of Steam Gift cards on one of the businesses top prospects, only to be met with the same kind of disgust I get when trying to pay for sex with nickles. I'm sorry I thought this was America?
