This dudes get-up is like the mullet of outfits… The tie says he is here on business but that top hat tells me he likes a little party on the side…
Is it just me, or does this lady have a bit of a Michael Jackson vibe going on?
Taco don’t need consent to lick. Ain’t gonna lick itself.
Can we please bring in pouty-face to replace ducklips? Pretty please?
No idea about that crazy contraption she has there, but I choose to believe it’s a weird sex thing.
Imagine having this lovely lass patrolling your local swimming pool growing up…
Oh Doris, get of that tree, you are drunk!
Looking at this guy, you would expect that Camelbak to hold something a bit stronger than water. I was a little disappointed.
I call this move ‘The Cleave’.
You can’t really tell, but these lovely ladies are dressed as a watermelon and a bunch of grapes.