18 semesters of Namibian dance theory paid, and this is how you return the favor to ur parents, Becky? u r a disgrace to the once great town of Ballbag, Nebraska.
Tip for my ever-evolving female fan base: If you ever find yourself in this situation, make sure you order the blooming onion beforehand. The unsuspecting stranger will be gifted a soundtrack AI could never replicate. Don't ask me how I know.
If you squint your eyes it looks like someone trying to parallel park a freightliner into a snack pack pudding cup. It also looks like that if you don't squint your eyes.
One of those rare moments where I can overlook the Pepboys bolt-on milk sacs because the performance is legendary. More strawberryshan deprivation HERE
Hitting the finish line after your first time out is kind of impressive to be honest. It usually takes the education system at least two tries to fuck you out of existence.
We've [seen] this [girl] before. And 27 million collective views later it seems she still hasn't figured out what a carbohydrate is. Prince Devitt would be vry proud.
Her act of defiance is almost as egregious has having the gall to upload a video with more pixelation than a Commodore 64 that survived a house fire. Sickening.
Earning your brown belt in the front seat of an economy car with your wedding ring glinting in the pale phone light has to be some sort of modern day Picasso. To outdo it, next time ur gonna have to attempt the [kentucky tractor puller]
Doubt there was a wedding here. Doubt it was even done at night time. I trust the Internet's description of pornographic material about as much as McDonald's promise to bring the dollar menu back in it's original form. (See: zero percent)
Vinny Velveeta and his 5 inch war gong better put a ring on this one if she thinks that meat he's slanging around is worthy enough for that title. Because from this angle it looks like the butcher's shop is closed for renovations until the Spring.
Live in the basement apartment of a trailer, but you get to beef blast a female with the kind of mud sludger those books at the grocery store checkout line used to put on the front cover. Just another one of those complicated life decisions.
If she weighs less than a sac of Power Ranger VHS tapes and has the depth to match, it's gotta be a Becky-Lynn getting turned into a bowl of mashed potatoes.
"Uber rideshare is a service where everyday drivers use their own personal cars to give people rides. You request, track, and pay for a ride using a smartphone app. There is also an option called Uber Share where you split a car with strangers."
More [here] where the story is her BF launching a nuclear attack on a neighboring country is apparently less important than her fat tits in a Party City maid costume.
An avalanche of tits that the most experienced mountain climbers would struggle with. Pair that with a gash that doesn't look like it's been one of the victims of Haddonfield and you're working with some triple A prime beef slab my friends.
Alright it's time for these South American couples to scale it back a fucking notch. Most OF girls barely expose a pubic hair for 6 figure days, meanwhile Valentina and friends are facing radical spinal surgery for less than 2 scoops of rocky road.
Looks like the room they chose for this little retrograde escapade doubles as a crack den for the local vagabond community on the weekends. Imagine the smell.
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.
Don't let the optimistic smiles fool you. This social media misfit has less concern for the ringus around her bingus than a unionized construction worker on his lunch break. aka damage is imminent. Oh well. Try your best, DLSS5 the rest.
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
