B**** has eaten actual demonic stew and has teeth that white

Says a lot

Need her crazy ass

My life is like a video game..

real street nigga i make a tape in one day

G&G hours

Y’all be blessed

ur not on the west coast ur on the breast coast lol #Moobies

this game i hope

Kennyeast really said he had to “protect his peace” by blocking anyone who.. posted a smiley that’s built into the site

Funny ass dude

🤣🤣😂🤪🤪🤪🤪

😐

im wifing!!!

just redeemed those McRewardPoints today! #ChaChing

exciting season ahead for him

Aye nah I liked this post before listening to the whole vid

We excited for that pinkpantheress album bro? @Rig

She’s 20 right? Yeah I’m ecstatic for it whoo hoo

babe wake up new pinkpantheress single

Imagine being Arnold in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Jamie Curtis, you f***in' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally have s***with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is f*** another 16 year old in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Arnold and not only sit in that chair while Jamie Lee Curtis flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous f***ing visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, JAMIE LEE CURTIS LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish f***ing gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been f***ing nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Austria. You've never even seen anything this f***ing disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're f***ing Arnold. You're not going to lose your future political career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.