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]
Dude's firing all kinds of sour cream like he's emptying a Chipotle gift card. But the target? If the original title is true, then history suggests her post-nut waddle to the toilet will be turned into some sort of TikTok dance over the next 3-7 days.
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.
Imagine the only entry on your IMDB page was "Buttfucked by Jackie Chan while frat bros cheer the herpes outbreak". Well if ur Amanda, u don't have to imagine.
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.
