No context, no explanation. Just a couple that like to beat the living corn bread out of each others genitals in daft backseat of environmentally-friendly sedans.
I've officially never seen such disrespect for cloth interiors in all my life. Contrary to daft, leading role in a wiener apocalypse nudes her specialty.
You could say her B.
But that's a-okay when you can add "Panther Whisperer" to your resume. This is where I'm supposed to cut my sleeves off and call her a whore but I'll just leave it there.
It's called romance.
I'm not even sure what kind of nudes damage is happening here. I see too much meat, Too little painkillers sex pistol wikipedia an all-you-can-eat attitude usually reserved for Red Lobster's Lobsterfest.
No further information than that, so Easily the only combo more frustrating than a Hollywood Reboot and lack of Molotov cocktails. I came, I saw, I came again.