idk what the fuck else to call this, but the amount of naturally occurring meat on that page is too damn high. The look on the second to last girl is a familiar one though. Something that involves hermit crabs, and Bill Cosby's email address.
So, what are we witnessing here? Her first attempt at delivering a beat down in meat town? Nervousness? I don't know, but think of all the value meals this skill could unlock if practiced enough. That's what Cobra Kai ultimately taught me.
Dude is hung like an Idaho potato, and she's got the kind of crazy eyes that would send Steve Buscemi running. Normally this kind of inbreeding would be kept behind closed doors until a Twitter hashtag is created for it... yet here we are.
Short of being an extra on Rocco's Retirement Village Tour (coming 2035) - I'm not sure how this talent comes in handy. Never knowing the feels of a consensual relationship maybe? An existence without having to shop for birthday gifts?
Flattery was never my strong point... and it still isn't. Fuckin room looks like it smells worse than wet Newports, and she's chowing down like it's grandma's old fashion applesauce recipe. Your fellow Walmartians will be hearing about this.
They should have attached some sort of disclaimer to this drug fueled fire hazard. Let me tell you something from experience my friends; Any time a woman hits double digit speeds, you're in fucking trouble. Approach technique with caution.
Imagine spending weeks convincing your corner store Karen to accept the 2vs1 handicap match, only to sideline her with a cock that gets cease and desist letters from Nike. Just flip that thing over & hit it with a snowmobile again, you'll be aite.
She claims this is legit, and it's the first time "meeting" this dude. Okay lady, sure. And the gangrene I got from "introducing" myself to a stripper that considers Canadian pennies a form of payment will just go away with soap and water.
An understandable request... until you hit the 2:50 mark and realize something has gone terribly wrong. I'd be a little less concerned about cornholing, and more worried about whatever safari animal got ahold of that thing before her.
You can see her frantic postings here. Watching her bait the socially inept into a monthly subscription reminds me of a black widow documentary I saw once. All that's missing is David Attenborough and my bottomless bowl of chic fil a sauce.
I don't know which one "Misha" is, and frankly it doesn't matter. If she really is in London then no matter what she charges, it will be cheaper for her to keep you warm this winter than keeping a boiler running. That's called fiscal responsibility.
Gotta be his wife. The 100 assaults posted to his channel all involve the same target. Considering the site he chose to upload to, you'd expect at least one incident involving adult diapers and a petting zoo. But nope; it never happens.
Pretty fkin amazing proportions to be honest. Any man would willingly gorge the frappuccinos out of her symmetrical shitbasket just to say they were in the same room as her tits. You can go ahead and consider your penis retired my good man.
I want to believe the lore this time. Any girl still rockin a release shirt from the gen 1 Playstation launch is probably no stranger to swiping right on family members.
South of the border girl is a solid 7/10, and is just trying to keep the electricity on. Which means she has to become an all-inclusive pin cushion for the cinnamon twist fuck chicken brothers to meet their 14 hour/day Chaturbate quota. #sad
Dude looks like he walked into a tattoo parlor and said "yes". Luckily he's hung like a brontosaurus to round out those brilliant life decisions. Not sure what's going on with that fucking nut sac though. Every step he takes probably has that monstrosity looking like a Basset Hound going head-first into a wind storm.
