Selective fish-eye lens or are we looking at the missing link between man and clydesdale? idk know but somewhere in the world Levis is working on a solution.
A rare fourth stage does actually exist, but the video wasn't long enough to see if the barn door entrance was supplied with a proper dressing of WD-40 or not.
Velma Gigglebush may look like a non-threat, but don't let it fool you. Behind those bifocals and semi-sanitized vajeen exists a girl that would power fuck your boyfriend/husband/mazda miata if given 3 consecutive unsupervised mins alone.
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.
Pretty darn cute. Could easily make a habit out of getting the single sandwich for an entire value meal without even flirting at the register. So why in the blue fuck is she double-lifing as a toilet at Madison Square Garden? The math ain't mathin.
Today's fix? Unfixable societal damage, the strongest vaginal lining in Arkansas and more teamwork than then Norway FIFA team. The PTA meeting is cancelled.
The $28 budget isn't winning awards, but I gotta admit: I like her look. It screams "i lived in a trailer park but dad let me drive the trans am to school sometimes"
Broken dialogue and dimly lit sexual acts that would be embarrassed to find themselves in a McDonald's drivethru. Name is unknown, but when she's not getting rushed down at 4" per minute she watches Hallmark channel. Probably.
If [Izzy Green] isn't front and center pole dancing with a randomly sourced hobnocker, it just doesn't seem natural. The more she continues this behavior, the better chance we all have at this whole world peace thing. More of her [here]
Not sure where the "confirmed" part comes from but we can assume that room smells like a balanced mixture of old rolling papers and soggy banana peels.
Requesting $14.00 for a cup of pre-burnt plastic coffee beans from the jungles of Madagascarfuckyourself rly should come w/ a point card that redeems this prize.
Always the same setup with these Clydesdales: Find a soft 7, then time it just right to bust a nut while asking for directions to Wetzel Pretzel. Today is no exception.
I'm smoking on that Bhutanese shadow garden grown dark evil pack. They watered this with the blood of 36 dragons. Shit's so purple it should be asking me "Where's Ronald?" This shit will turn your pacemaker off. Nuclear levels of sour.
Booty blasted before getting down her first bowl of Apple Jacks for the day and completely proud of it. Since this behavior doesn't show signs of stopping any time soon, here's a free tip lady: Start wiping front to back from now on. Trust me.
Imagine coming home during the witching hour only to find your significant other kneeling down, thorax-deep on Jamal's chopped cheese. (The Harlem original)
Staring at wood paneling as her middle-aged leather cheerio permeates the air with the aroma of Newport Menthols and Skittles. That's the life we all strive for.
This soviet harlot has been getting around recently. Judging from this page alone she has more watchable hours than the average Asmongold lurker. (that's a lot)
Classic move, but one that's gonna need more practice if it's going to give Limpin Larry enough motivation to erect the other half of his penis. #cialis. Look into it.
