Flattery is not exactly my strong point, but I gotta say: chick is bangin' yo. I'd gladly chew Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Ninja Turtles Edition out of Usain Bolts post-200 meter relay asshole just for a chance to hold her hand at KFC.
Today we learn three crucial things, so grab your colored pencils and pay attention: #1: Voyeurism is alive and well #2: Sexual misconduct is always negotiable. And #3: Lifetime bans from Macy's aren't a big deal. Lets get it.
Hey, no one said you had to like it Becky. Just sit back, keep a firm grip on those kneecaps and think about all the McChickens you'll be able to buy as soon as you're done. That's what gets me to the end of my weekdays.
He watches commands his S/O to chew, lick and gobble her way to next month's utility bill payment. Good call on filming too. Maybe for your next exploit you can use said video to negotiate your way to a free super-size?
To my ever growing .08% female viewership: put on your monocle and break out notepad.exe. This right here is what a REAL woman looks like. Ultra-stacked, sub-120 lbs and master of the lazy handy. #marrymetoday
This trashbag's got a plan that guarantees airtime on Maury Povich. She times it just right so when it's time to spread the marmalade, dude has no choice but to shoot below the waist. My cousin Vinny calls that entrapment.
This is called Taking a Swedish Bike Ride. It happens when those dudes with above-average girth fail lubrication preparation. So they pump harder... til a breaking point hits. Somewhere between the 3rd & 4th second degree burn.
Everybody has a gift. His is convincing solid 7's to double up on his bald headed field mouse while simultaneously crossing sexual orientation lines. A beautiful moment before being dropkicked back to the strawberry fields.
Face of a succubus and she knows her way around a gopher hole. Rarely do I admit this, but this chicky is 1 enema away from a Chipotle burrito bowl on my dime. Unfortunately, my desert rose isn't bloomed enough for her taste.
Before today I was absolutely certain of two critical things: 1: Blondes are inherently on the spectrum for autism. And 2: Cats are born assholes. Looks like my opinions have officially been reinforced. See her live HERE
Joe Blow blocks all action with his repulsive unglazed donut, but with a file name like 'AnalDislike.flv' I can assure you an unstable amount of jealousy will result by watching it. Not floating your goat? Indulge in THIS instead.
Reminds me of the time I finally gamed that redhead at Baskin Robbins with the clubbed foot, and miscalculated my mother's arrival time. Not since Forest Gump, have I seen someone with a disability run so damn fast.
Certainly no Scarlett Johnanson. But what she lacks in beauty and natural born talent, she makes up for in... well... jack shit. Girl is useless. Bitch acts like she's being forced to watch Amy Schumer do standup at gunpoint.
After 12+ mins of stuffing the muffin, she starts crying about the finale. Equally as entertaining are her facial expressions and choice of vocabulary... with hits likes 'do i have to taste it?' and my personal fave: 'ghrghaghbokad'.
Damn, she's bangin. So bangin I'd give up my limited edition Taylor Swift coffee enema system just to have a lick of her waistline after a 5K Marthon. Feel free to redden those cheeks bitch, it's the compliment of a lifetime.
Infuckincredible. I bet youd slurp the corned beef hash from her Irish shithole, just to be in the same room as those vitamin-loaded honeydews. I'd even offer a swipe of my coveted Subway loyalty card just for a peek.
And by gangbang I mean 1 sexually inept man losing his virginity while Oscar De Lahoya's 2 cousins spectate. Only thing missing is a Mariachi band and one token black guy repeatedly screaming "wurlstar". (RIP Q)
Self-proclaimed thick whisperer and hustler of da hood, Tyrone Brown goes to pound-town on a token BBW-in training with commentary the likes you've never heard outside of an episode of Maury Povich. Just listen.
This girl's resilience is certifiably insane. Submissive, low-maintenance personality too. I want to hug her. I want to punch her. I want to spoon all 74 zesty flavors of Ben & Jerry's out of her asshole. In that order.
He's got a unique look. Could almost pass for a greeter at an Aspergers-only Hollister. But the compliments end there, cause this being online only sunk his stock faster than Brexit. I can smell the suicide note from here.
The face of a virgin paired with a twat that's seen the blunt end of a piranha. Sorry lady, but if you expect me to believe this fantasy, you're gonna have to pick yourself up a sewing kit and get to work. Immediately.
Some will click this and see a beautiful human being. Others will bathe their routers in bleach and set a hard drive on fire. But me? All I see is the only movie star that can give herself 3 thumbs up. Call me Mr. Positive.