It's either a Julliard student's magnum opus in creative expression of the female body... or any San Fransisco night club on a Wednesday afternoon. It's hard to tell when everyone is smoking the same jenkem... but one thing is for sure: AIDS.
"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce, we will send unto them... only you. Rip and tear, until it is done"
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.
You know, for a woman that has made a living documenting the abuse of her sour pickle pocket I must say it's still in pristine condition. It might need an alignment, but she obviously adheres to a very strict maintenance care plan.
In what I assume is an attempt to squeeze another $5/month out of her monthly sub price, Tanya Luanne Britnnay-Lynn has effectively turned herself into a tool for community service. Now everyone get in their '93 Honda Accords & go home.
Impressive. Both her willingness to roleplay as a street corner fire hydrant, and his accuracy. It's a combination second only to Ted Nugent + Salvation Army camo.
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.
Comments under this fucking disaster of a sex tape are worth a couple moments of your time imo. Here's a tiny sneak preview: "sometimes I end up finding a video like this and laugh until my boner has dissolved and just end up going to bed".
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.
Ah the unexpected kiss of Country Time Lemonade. Sneaking one past the goalie might not end your relationship, but trust will be forever broken. Still worth it imo.
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.
