Contrary to appearance, leading role in a wiener apocalypse isn't their specialty. You could say her B.A. in theater was more wasted than season 4 of The Walking Dead. But that's a-okay when you can add "Panther Whisperer" to your resume.
Not all of today's most gifted participants were born with the poker face of Clint Eastwood. So when you bare witness to the equivalent of a vaginal SCUD missile, understand it took practice to get here. More reasons to uninstall the Internet: [x]
Another chapter closed in a book that Barnes & Noble insists on displaying in the Sci-Fi section. Normally read in the dimly lit corner of a trailer park, surrounded by Newport butts and half-eaten cans of Trader Joe's finest stuffed meatball ravioli.
What in the Alabama backwoods barn burning bullshit is goin on in that last clip? Mating ritual? Vegan skin care? Reasons I won't enter Ubers without plastic wrap?
Chances of this happening in real life are low, but not zero. Never underestimate the combination of a fresh McGriddle & Riverside California public transportation.
Another gaggle of beatniks that are one step closer to finding a way to fit more military equipment in their gravy cave than an aircraft carrier. Emphasis on the mini gorlock seen at the 5:45 mark. I'll never look at cave diving the same again.
Maybe taming the stinky weasel is just more of a norm in other parts of the world? Either way, dude is sitting on a goldmine of a significant other here and the Internet demands more of her content including access to all mud buttons.
You know you've hit peak ridiculous when this is the least shocking thing on your resume. You probably already know who Lily Phillips is so I'll spare the intros and/or bacterial cultures, but feel free to have a chuckle at her newest stunt.
Quite the compliment. So endearing I would consider parting with my first-edition Lindsay Lohan love doll just for a fighting chance at being lost inside her bush fire. The current rehabed Lohan. Not that "snorting tide pods is my zen" version.
Hey, maybe this is your thing and so be it if it is. I just wanted to make sure we're all on the same page when it comes to defining the word "tits" and how they should look as little like the ramps Bam Margera used to hit those heelflips on.
Becky Bagels foolishly thinks her road trip to Blowberg is going to be an uneventful one. That is, until her travel guide delivers the payload without as much as a "imma nut" before testing her gag reflex in real time. Many such cases.
Is there some sort of hyper-whoring rights of passage everyone seems to be speedrunning that I'm aware of? idk. But what I do know is her butthole at the 10:00 mark looks like the average New York City pothole. We call that #winning
Before the faux outrage begins; no this bullshit isn't real. This is clout zombie BronwinAuora who's newest grift seems to be convincing a janitor to play duos.
When ur cum face cant be distinguished from the unfortunate soul paid to scrub porcelain at Taco Bell on Cinco de Mayo, it may be time to reevaluate your idea of eroticism. Or just watch this techno freddy fuck instead. Like I give a bullcrap.
idk where this is, but try it in the US of A and the situation will be immediately amplified a guy 1 Michelob Ultra away from a public rampage. That's a warning. Never underestimate a man with garbage bags full of [this shit] in his basement.
Let's play a game: Response to him getting caught cheating? Overt street drug use? The guy filming is actually the plastic surgeon that did all that work in the back of a Subaru Outback? Only one of these is the truth. Choose your adventure.
Flirting is pretty straight forward. Just flick the hair, bat some eyes and let the cringe commence. Becky seems to have turned the dial to 73. Bold choice, but if this is a repeat incident then shes filling more bucketlists than bungee jumping.
idk what kind of Amish paradise rules they agreed to before making the match, but this shit doesn't work for me brother. Interesting loophole though. It's kind of like tax harvesting, where the people watching are the only ones getting fucked.
Normally I'd be the first to out this as being faker than the tip I left a Door Dasher that dropped $43.00 worth of Del Taco (see: 1 value meal). But I did the research, and turns out these two share more DNA than Gene Simmons in the 70's. [more]
How many times have I said "mother of fuckin' AC Fucking Slater, this dude's custard cannon probably weighs more than her entire body" ? Ninety seven. How many times did I actually mean it in the literal sense? Zero. The streak is broken.
