Monday, February 21, 2011
Haylie Gets Fondled In Bryan’s Basement
High School Haylie can’t believe her parents are letting her hang out in Bryan’s basement.
It’s like so cool!!
Bryan’s parents like made a fortune in refrigerator sales, and, like, his basement is the social scene for 11th grade in all of the greater Indianapolis area!
Wait’ll Haylie tell her besties tomorrow! She’ll leave out the part involving awkward groping and douche sandwich crush.
Jail Bait Bleeth with HOH potential.
The wall paneling isn’t the only thing with wood in that picture.
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Left moron is getting girl drink drunk. Woooo!
Notta much going on here but the usual unkindled incest felt by many suburban kids trapped in damp dark bamboo wallpapered basements like Mama’s. The Scumbaki brothers are hoping the others playing Rumoli behind me go to check on the brazule soon so the last one that doesn’t have to piss can take a thirty second crack at soon to be 15 Haylie. I know Son.
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And Death to Smootchie. And that M. Walltrip sure can pull some taildraft.
How did those people in the mirror get behind me.
Basements are more fun when the ceiling is supported by a white clad jack post at a 15% tilt supported by disembodied hair.
Isn’t this the same couple from the photo below?
(by “below”, I mean “sweater greasehead and tasty bottle hott”.
Sooooo HOTT
‘Baglings are funny.
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I’d like to see Haylie in about 5 years when she fills out a little more (and I’m more certain to be free of prison).
For christs sake Haylie wipe your nose that boog is not flattering. Meanwhile in the mirror, Bryan’s buddy Rip is busy unloading the evenings recreational supply. Oh to be young, stupid and willing to try anything once again.
Son!!!
There’s so much cool in that room it’s almost unbearable. And by cool I mean prepubescent dipshits that know absolutely fucking nothing about absolutely fucking anything. Sons
I had no idea AA-cup push-up bras were available. She’s nice but probably should wait until puberty before she starts that shit.
Everything was all kicks and giggles until Gina discreetly hiked up her left buttock and emitted what began as a high balloon squeak but ended with the sound of a truck tire being stabbed through a 20-pound jellyfish.
They are sitting next to either Col. Sanders or Mark Twain. I bet it’s the Colonel since he’s the one with the secret ingredients–the stuff the other kids are passing around in the alternate universe.
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And Haylie is one fine 9th grader . Not that I’m noticing or anything. Just saying.
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Son.
Her boobs are pushed up so tight she can walk on air.
Her boobies are pushed up so tight I could tit fuck her.
Her boobs are pushed up so tight she calls them North.
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Son.
Her boobs are pushed up so tight you can bounce dartboards off of them.
Haylie: “Like Jake was all touchy feely giving bro hugs to Byran. It was cool until, Bryan dropped his pants, got on all fours and Jake yelled, ‘I’m first mother f’ers-No sloppy seconds for me this time.’ That’s when Colonel Sanders in the white jacket and red bow tie, asked me if I liked mine extra crispy.
Haylie is going to be SCREAMING hott in a decade. Wow.
They are pissed at her for cocck bloccking.
i always wear my sunglasses in the basement when i’m drinking hypnotiq with my bro’s
The problem is, Haylie’s parents think she’s with Chantelle seeing “I am Number Four.” Her uncontrollable crying will prove otherwise.
Everything was all kicks and giggles until Gina discreetly hiked up her left buttock.She’s nice but probably should wait until puberty before she starts that shit.
Nice fake dog tags…send that twatwaffle over here to Afghanistan and let the boys tell him about dog tags.
Basements are more fun when the ceiling is supported by a white clad jack post at a 15% tilt supported by disembodied hair.