Thanks for volunteering!
Can you see the pantie lines?
No. I puked on the monitor.
Hopefully just beer. Is it translucent?
No, thank God. Ya know, a clinical trial like this usually comes with some sort of compensation. I’ll settle for some eye bleach. And a bottle of Pepto…
Our ads explicitly state “volunteers MAY qualify for compensation”. You don’t qualify. But don’t be disappointed, the compensation for this study was an oven mitt.
Really …Earl ! This really is harsh-Ing my buzz and just about crosses the line of being evil. But upon taking a closer look; I do belive I see the outline of Jim Comey’s face gasping for air, betting that is one deep nasty crack. Touch’e sir.
Imagine the gallons of wine gravy that have spewed from that flapping old nozzle over time.
Did that get me over the line?
Looks like she forgot the Depends that day.
Judging by the lines, a high cut demi-thong (aka “thung”) with industrial grade Spanx neck to knee unders.
You can’t fool me, Earl… there’s no way those pants are made from a motor home cover, ergo, it cannot be shrillary’s tail section. I was born at night, but not LAST night.
It was a campaign event. It is The Ass That Is!
Yeah, me too.
After reading the title I was surprised not to see Bill’s pic.
Not enough junk in the trunk. No skid marks. Not Hildabeast.
That ain’t her ass unless the pic is 40 years old and it is pre cottage cheese/hail damage consistency.
It’s the real deal Neal. Orig is her hugging Zero, so she’s stretched up a little. But that is the ass of her.
How long did you stare at that ass to insert the words?
Dat ass don’t look half bad !1
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
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