Harmony Wonder takes her satchel of uncured meat on the kind of adventure Netflix is probably going to launch a 10 episode series about in the near future.
Ah the unexpected kiss of Country Time Lemonade. Sneaking one past the goalie might not end your relationship, but trust will be forever broken. Still worth it imo.
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.
A moment of Internet history, almost forgotten in the annals of time. It's hard to explain to a newcomer why this shit was so groundbreaking in the late 2000's. Just imagine a college campus with no politics and an endless supply of Plan B.
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.
The only thing more concerning than the Party City cake decorations is the way this screwball is talking during this entire thing. Is homie narrating his own adventure or? Now that I think about it, this behavior has always been habitual.
With over 400 scenes (that we know of) since 2013, Stella Cox still doesn't look a day over 390. This one must have been shot during her up and coming phase when gravity was still losing the war. Enjoy this, but never forget the good times.
Reason #28971 to never judge a book by it's cover. Unless it's whatever the fuck this is. Then feel free to Judge Judy until your foreskin grows back. I'm on drugs.
I'm all for community building, but maybe this whole "bring your wife to work day" thing needs to be restructured. At least mandate a flea bath, cause... fuck.
Don't let the plot line fool you. This goofball's bloodline persona is about as real as KFC's employee hand-washing policy. Such as illustrated after her 'brothers' attempt at fucking the hippie out of her. Possibly produced by the Coen family.
Looks like a one and done because I've never seen another video of her before. Which is a damn crying shame. The consequential leak of her getting samoan bulldozered inside a Del Taco handicap stall would have been worth the wait.
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.
Wrong file selected on Facebook's upload page while 5 Mimosas into a Thursday afternoon, or not giving a fuck? Someone's Livejournal is gonna hear about this.
James Deen commenting under this video is what really drives it home. It's like this dude has internal radar for undiscovered eastern European stink wrinkle.
No context, no explanation. Just a couple siblings that like to beat the living corn bread out of her tonsils, while recording on the finest 240p camera Gameboy has to offer. I've never seen such disrespect for polyester fashion trends in all my life.
Just one little PSA for those folks that might actually come across one of these misfits on Tinder. Swipe left; your insurance plan won't cover the other direction.
