wtf is with this ❝i'm not stopping until medicare qualifies her for a wheelchair❞ approach to slamming married women nowadays? Call me old fashioned, but I preferred when it was more romantic and hidden in Taco Bell bathroom stalls.
Billy saved all of his birthday nickles for his favorite street performer... only to be left at half mast and dryer than an asshole full of sand paper. The dream is dead.
The Sasha Grey tag under this video made me think we were about to uncover something never seen before. Instead I was greeted with the kind of silicone tit job you can only get from a New Jersey deli butcher, and her merely spectating.
In a sea of Instagram fueled BBL copycat creatures slowly merging into some sort of SIMP-fueled Voltron monster, emerges something out of Brazil that won't eject your brain for looking at it the wrong way. Now all hail Theodora Moutinho.
Some say it's a moment in history akin to the wild west, and boy did every liberal arts student under 200lbs take full advantage of it. You might get the smell of Drakkar Noir and Natty Ice out of those walls, but... the stories. Those are forever.
Sometimes I think about the amount of guttural toxic waste this man has used his dipstick to measure without protective gear. There's no way he's still alive.
Pristine box proportions. Hooked up with Tiger Wood's Caddy, and is easily a 10/10 on the "dude i would literally crawl through barb wire just to hear her fart through a walkie talkie" scale. It's highly recommended you watch this one twice.
goblin mode; the behavior of someone who wants to feel comfortable doing whatever they want, not caring about trying to be clean, healthy, attractive or about impressing other people. [PART I]
Ginger crotch drops her socks and takes cock in her fart box? This freestyle is brought to you by the same clogged outhouse that squeezed out this atrocity.
Normally this kind of attempt at public depravity would be immediately thrown into the compost pile for wasting our time. But I'm told this lunatic is legit, and has a history of freebasing randoms along her journey. Big rofl @ the 1:33 mark.
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.
Zero proof she twerks for nickles as a side hustle, but look at her; Malnourished, perma deer-in-headlights stare and "stripper" is in the title. I know the phenotype.
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.
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.
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.
