Ginger crotch drops her socks and takes cock in her fart box? This freestyle is brought to you by the same clogged outhouse that squeezed out this atrocity.
Normally this kind of attempt at public depravity would be immediately thrown into the compost pile for wasting our time. But I'm told this lunatic is legit, and has a history of freebasing randoms along her journey. Big rofl @ the 1:33 mark.
Imagine the only entry on your IMDB page was "Buttfucked by Jackie Chan while frat bros cheer the herpes outbreak". Well if ur Amanda, u don't have to imagine.
The first 15+ mins of yappin is more enjoyable than whatever she's attempting to do afterward. Even a spirited romp through that gangstalking subreddit can't produce this kind of entertainment. Come for the dialogue, stay for the hepatitis.
She rly claimed her stink whistle has less mileage on it than the Peloton in
Ozzy Osbourne's basement, yet doesn't even call a timeout when Woody goes straight to the A. But when it comes time to sample some French vanilla, she calls it quits.
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.
Daisy Haze. She never got big big and it's a mystery as to why. She had a unique look, chipper attitude and wasn't averse to maximum cringe. More [penetration]
As we head towards end of a year that gave more than one reason to disembowel our own eyeballs with a stinger missile, it's time to reflect. May 2024 bestow upon us more trolls, deeper holes & Twitch.com finishing it's transition into Chaturbate.
Just some unanswered questions before we proceed with this one; Why? How? And is that a black label copy of Final Fantasy 7 sitting underneath the camera?
I think crammin ham should be saved for more important celebratory moments in a girl's life. Like, marriage. Or getting a ghost wipe after a Pizza Hut dinner box.
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.
The primary drive train has definitely failed the Carfax report more than once, but whatever summer tires she's running on the back make up for it. I haven't seen grip that impressive since Holmes clutching Superbowl XLIII in the forth quarter.
Severely malnourished, prefers being bulldozed on a bed of gas station weed crumbs and whimpers like a Packer's fan when they don't make the playoffs. I haven't seen a combination this destructive since Wendy's launching the 5 for $5.
Just one little PSA for those folks that might actually come across one of these misfits on Tinder. Swipe left; your insurance plan won't cover the other direction.
Dog The Bounty Hunter once said the daywalker is the most elusive creature on our planet. Centuries of human evolution have molded them to be some sort of cockroach/human hybrid. One would think their survival skills would be S-tier...
If it weighs less than a garbage bag full of water damaged Saved By The Bell VHS tapes and has less depth than a zoomer with a pocket full of unused V-Bux cards, it's gotta be Molly Little. She may actually be on to something here. #imlying
tbf, the only thing more nauseating than playing Only Up in VR would be waking up to another family member dive bombing without getting the green light first.
The downside of dating girls w/ the libido of adderall addicted mongooses? She makes the rules. Both in sex & the all-asparagus diet you now have to abandon.
