The beginning of Shaving Ryan's Privates was super intense, really captured the depravity of the invasion
This is probably Joran Vandersloot's website, theylet serial killers have computer access in Dutch prisons?
The camping trip was a dud so far. We drank about 100 beers last night, and this morning, when Carl and the boys ventured out for their hike, I decided to stay in camp and sleep off this raging hangover. The sunlight burned through my eyelids intensifying my migrane, and my stomach felt like it was full of live slugs. Just as I was about to drift off into the sweet release of sleep, I heard a rustling in the bushes. Groggily stumbling out of my tent I was face to face with an 8 foot Grizzly bear. His blood stained visage told me I was in for a fight. I quickly raised my hands up in the air in an attempt at a mennacing stance, but the haggard beast saw right through my guise. He was on top of me in an instant. My initial screams for my life were unfounded though, he wasn't trying to kill me, he was trying to fuck me! After his razor sharp claws shredded through my clothes, I was completely naked and defenseless. His massive grizzly cock was fully erect as he pinned my shoulders to the ground from behind. As he slowly slid his... Continued on Page 117
I always thought the expression was, does a bear shit in the woods. According to what you just posted it's, a bear does Wood's shitter.
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Hell yeah! I always heard there was porn on the internet and now I've found it! I think I'll just click on this link here! Oh, whats this? Interesting. What are all these pop-ups for? Webcams!? Well then, don't mind if I do. Is that my sister? Interesting. Who is at my door? He eased out a giant footlong sausage and peppers on my chin just so he could devour it up like a hungry hungry hippo. The feeling of his man fat foaming down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. The seemingly never-ending streams of creamy load emanating from his purple-headed trouser snake soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. My split peach was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. When he removed his blue-veined custard chucker from my rusty bullet hole, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to suck the footlong fudge bullet off his spunk-filled spam rocket. As soon as my... To continue, go to page 193
