So what, you have to just get in the car that sells necro-bestiality to buy it? I feel like even for people into necro-bestiality, getting into a necro-bestio-mobile parked in the forest is like the king of bad ideas.
This lady's "Crazy Internal Monologue" actually feels like an internal monologue. "To deny that is to deny your very soul"? Haha, whatever Shakespeare!
This makes me angry, but mostly because of the fact that I know my anger is completely and utterly useless directed Tucker Max. Like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.
This makes me angry, but mostly because of the fact that I know my anger is completely and utterly useless directed Tucker Max. Like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.
This makes me angry, but mostly because of the fact that I know my anger is completely and utterly useless directed Tucker Max. Like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.
This makes me angry, but mostly because of the fact that I know my anger is completely and utterly useless directed Tucker Max. Like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.
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