If someone could do me a solid and just ram a peanut butter car in between those two, my breakfast would be complete!…a crunchy peanut butter car of course, because I’m a man and creamy pb is for people that hate America.
Boobs to me are much like my stance on Christmas trees…I prefer real over fake.
I feel like there are so many buttcracks at Walmart that you would think they sell them there! Although in this crack-off I have to appreciate the picture-in-picture method utilizing Walmart’s camera display. Seems fitting to leave it on there too.
What is it about older people that when they try to be hip & trendy they always pick something that is no longer hip and trendy, yet you applaud the effort anyway? I’m overly impressed by your grandmohawk lady, even if nobody else is.