This is [allicatcollared] and her hobbies include: Philosophical debates on racial inequities, [posting on reddit] and cosplaying as a northern Indiana shish kabob.
Honestly the resemblance is kinda spot on, all the way down to twinkle in her eye. But it's not her. I know because the only thing spitting was whatever mythical third testicle this guy was pulling reserves out of. What the fuck was that ending?
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.
Looks like they were at "the practice stage" long before the cam ever caught this clip judging by the shades of mold starting to grow under her. Imagine the smell.
The receptacle in question seems to be none other than [Rebel Rhyder]. And after seeing what [she can do] with nothing more than a small hometown dream and [license to mine copper], I'm guessing this is just another Tuesday morning.
Installing the "deprive myself of oxygen until I have the IQ of a bowl of spaghetti-o's" expansion pack may not be for everyone, but it's unquestionably a challenge.
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.
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 a religion" version.
3:10 for the moment of truth. Is dude being honest? Are those surgical gloves? Did I free throw one into the sink at Starbucks from the foul line because their one stall was closed off this morning? All these questions have the same answer.
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.
Not the plan of attack I recommend you try on the misses. But when ur baiting donations, anything that doesn't run on a diesel engine seems to be fair game.
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.
A stark contrast between this and your everyday HOA Karen. This one actually finishes you off after flappin her gums in your backyard for 27 uninvited minutes.
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.
That stance she takes around the 16:14 mark and her saying "okay" to the entire book of flash tattoos tells you all you need to know about this videos authenticity.
Zero evidence of his testosterone levels, but judging by the performance she just put on, one must assume they are in tip top shape. #olympics2024 #goforgold
What exactly are we looking at here? Hazing ritual? Underestimating Applebee's $1 margaritas? A Russian wedding night? I don't know, but one thing's for sure: The original tribal chief will be acknowledged and you can't do anything about it.
Pretty decent. You'd probably give up the last half of your Costco chicken bake if she could teach your girlfriend how to do this without a handle of Smirnoff first.
Where the fuck has she been practicing that technique and are they still allowed within 100 yards of Thanksgiving dinner? These 2 things seem to be intertwined.
A classic tale, that still to this day has not been explained. Overreaction? A connoisseur of asparagus and cabbage? Or another man that has mastered the art of skeet shooting without a gun? Unfortunately the world may never know.
If uve been gifted the dimensions of a jar of grammas old fashioned marmalade there's only two things left to do. So if you share the same genetics, take notes and consider this Plan C after you get banished from the batting cages for life.
