Damn I havent seen urban dominance like that since witnessing an inexperienced citizen cut in line during the illustrious Popeye's chicken sandwich craze of 2019.
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]
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.
Not exactly someone you're gonna ignore, but her facial expressions scream "i just got done assisting my third cousin's soak and i'm craving dutch cabbage roles". So perhaps some form of rapscallion trickery should have been expected.
4/5 physicians would advise against risking this kind of outbreak in public places. But a life of chronic respiratory complications doesn't really seem to concern this prodigy. Big risks = big dollarinos. And big dollarinos = more fashionable sweaters.
The most abhorrent thing here is him thinking anything will increase the resale value of a P.T. Cruiser. Hit the 6:32 mark to hear that man dreaming in real time.
I don't even know what the fuck I'm looking at here, or why it was given the green light for live streaming. But it appears this cave dwelling goblin (zero feng shui) was able to turncoat a rival. Probably brought to you by [Prime™] Energy drinks.
Ever seen a woman question the elasticity of her vagina and her future as a NASA space engineer at the same time? Excellent. Now we have two things in common.
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.
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.
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.
If you think one video of a rando slapping choose-your-own-adventure narration over a fantasized cuck video is weird, wait until you see the rest of his account.
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.
