Monday, May 6, 2013
Colin Goes Scissorin'
Colin’s Red Bull fuels the stupid like so many tinder branches upon a kettle fire.
Marissa’s furry boots barely conceal the firm, child bearing hips of the Semites of Russian yore. And for that, I like her toe spackle and whimper softly like a cretinous lech.
But not just any lech.
Polish political references for the winn dixie.
This is Lech’s son from one of his many mistresses, Wrech Walesa.
The waiting room at the Bayonne free clinic.
to state the obvious….much better to watch the 2 broads scissorin!
As Lisa has her hand on Marissa’s leg, I think they’d rather be “ready for love” with each other. “Tim Lopez” scrote needs to get out of the picture immediately. Yes, Tim, there are two of them – good boy! You can count. Now leave…..
My favorite piece of grilled chick is her legs.
Wreck Walesa is the name of my new pole dancing school.
Hott in the middle looks a little like my boy’s first grade teacher. Awaiting his first wet dream any day now
I can’t stand the name Colin. It sound’s like “colon”, and makes it a really shitty name.
ReadyforLove? ReadyforSTD.