Tell me that’s not exactly what’s happening here. I dare you.
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There must be a brave heterosexual man somewhere who would dare to take on the batshit crazy factor and lie between those Thunder Thighs.
The problem is that it’s not just the crazy–it’s also the stupid/borderline mental retardation. It takes a special kind of man to take both of those on, and that man usually has a vestigial tail and a daddy who’s also his uncle.
Borderline retardation is OK as long as the girl has the mental capacity to provide consent.
She may have to dip into the mentally challenged community of men to find her next husband. She’ll find a lot of them in the church she’s been going to.
I’d be more worried about those thunder thighs crushing that little furry rodent she’s clutching
God this woman has a thick neck, wow.
“Look, mommy, I’m a executive producer for X-Factor!”
The look in her eyes tells me that this won’t be the last time she’ll confuse that poor dog for cotton candy.
He’s clearly practicing operation “Duck and cover there be possible Starbucks around!”.
I’m always willing to sacrifice myself for the better good. I’ll take her. She needs to send those two house-apes to live with their daddy for a while, though.
There is a potentially pretty woman there if she would find a comb and ditch the goofy Joe Boxer pjs.
That is a Walk of Shame, folks. He knows what’s going on, and he’s not proud of it.
I cannot think of one single scenario where that outfit would be deemed appropriate.
She should go on a diet because her thighs are big. It doesn’t look good in a woman.
“Cover your face baby, it’s on of them papara…papera…pepper. Shoot! its a man with a camera!”
I wouldn’t want to be seen with her and her puppy mill pack either.
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