Spoony the Pussy One: Life is in the Render Queue

[Complicity]

Now replace the mom dog with some over fat chicka on the ground, and the pups with four dudes with rock hard dicks, ramming them in any fold they can find...

Cockslut, with 4 Tyrones dressed as the Pink Ranger.

[Guest]

Any sex beyond oral and handjobs isn't happening with an obeast, period. Once they get above around 300 pounds, sex becomes impossible.

A 300 pounder is pretty hefty.

[Guest]

Possibly useful info amidst his burbling from drowning in self-pity.

"Finishing packing up" suggests he's finally about to go. November 1?

Razorfag cannot get Noah's balls out of his mouth:

Random dude with 35 followers suggests flying to Noah's house to help him move:

TAEK UR TIEM BOSS

[RedLine]

He's probably packed like one box in three weeks. Maybe.
He doesn't own much but this still is an insurmountable task for Boss.

[pibbs]

[Guest]

Awesome, he can go and pay his respects at Antwiler Acres in Fristoe, Missouri, where Grandpa Dee Antwiler ecked out an existence that allowed his son to become a lifelong employee of Boeing and other contractors with multiple patents to his name and his grandson to become a worthless piece of shit.

Halfway between St. Louis and Joplin...

[Guest]

She's a warrior, she's never going to give up, never ever give--

Oh nvm, she stuck it out for two whole days, though.

The competition between these two is riveting. Who will fail forward first?

[rabidtictac]

The funny thing is Spoony and Rachel both need to make the same move:

Home, to their keepers.

But both are too stupid, stubborn, histrionic, lazy and arrogant to do it.

[Guest]

So it will take him 2 weeks because he keeps "working up the energy to drive, but then crawled back to the motel bed to stare at the wall" until he gets thrown out and every 8-hour drive day turns into four 2-hour drives because the road is much harder than he remembered or a "dickpunch-simulator".

[Guest]

Awesome, he can go and pay his respects at Antwiler Acres in Fristoe, Missouri, where Grandpa Dee Antwiler ecked out an existence that allowed his son to become a lifelong employee of Boeing and other contractors with multiple patents to his name and his grandson to become a worthless piece of shit.

Halfway between St. Louis and Joplin...

Why you so cold, guestfag?

He and Rachel are going to hump. I forsee it.