IGX

She has some big front delts.

Well, I clearly need to work on my pulls...

That damn stacked gorgeous pig loving psuedo-midget is hot as hell!

Fuck I want her to savagely ride my face while she calls me a pathetic slack weak fat fuck until I choke out.

Then I want her to hold me tenderly and caress me and tell me she loves me and that I am her big strong man...

Oooh

You know she's thirsty

Shafpocalypse Now wrote:You know she's thirsty

For the blood of an unbaptized infant with a "research chemical" chaser.

bennyonesix wrote:That damn stacked gorgeous pig loving psuedo-midget is hot as hell!

Fuck I want her to savagely ride my face while she calls me a pathetic slack weak fat fuck until I choke out.

Then I want her to hold me tenderly and caress me and tell me she loves me and that I am her big strong man...

Picture is not coming up for me on this server but I'm assuming it's of a talking horse?

another couple of years and she will be full mounsey. gotta chase that dragon.

Is that first generation (short not azn) x-fit chick with the curly hair that Glassman fingered on a GHR in front of an audience still around?

Did BWx15 OHS?

bennyonesix wrote:Is that first generation (short not azn) x-fit chick with the curly hair that Glassman fingered on a GHR in front of an audience still around?

Did BWx15 OHS?

Nicole Carroll?

Yeah, what happened to the 1st generation @-fit bitches like that Nicole chick, the chick that left her SEAL husband for Couch, and the particularly no-tits, mannish chick that was the Oly skier? Oh, and our ever popular semi-crazy Shari-baby? And Tits-N-Sync...did she have a kid with that dude? Somebody get on this stat...this is important shit!

3:00 min mark he touches her pervily and she gets all red faced and flustered.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sNVDLklGmM[/youtube]

Shapecharge wrote:Yeah, what happened to the 1st generation @-fit bitches like that Nicole chick, the chick that left her SEAL husband for Couch, and the particularly no-tits, mannish chick that was the Oly skier? Oh, and our ever popular semi-crazy Shari-baby? And Tits-N-Sync...did she have a kid with that dude? Somebody get on this stat...this is important shit!

Annie had a couple kids, spent some time getting pharmed up and made an "unbelievable" comeback to competitive @Fit.

Did/do any of these crossfit chicks escort?

Because I have cash and an average sized penis.

Feel free to PM me with the deets but keep it clean bros keep it clean.

None of your powerkweer shit Gary John.

You hear me?

You really need to get back on your meds runt.

Shapecharge wrote:Yeah, what happened to the 1st generation @-fit bitches like that Nicole chick, the chick that left her SEAL husband for Couch, and the particularly no-tits, mannish chick that was the Oly skier? Oh, and our ever popular semi-crazy Shari-baby?

Eva was the skier chick.

bennyonesix wrote:3:00 min mark he touches her pervily and she gets all red faced and flustered.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sNVDLklGmM[/youtube]

Okay, now I have to get rid of this boner.

SubClaw wrote:

bennyonesix wrote:3:00 min mark he touches her pervily and she gets all red faced and flustered.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sNVDLklGmM[/youtube]

Okay, now I have to get rid of this boner.

Is Your Sweetness Still Sweet, Nicole Carroll?

You let him touch you, Nicole

You let him touch you there, Nicole

In your place of sweet sweetness

In front of everyone

And you liked it

You blushed and flushed and grew damp like an awkward High School girl after the Quarterback bumps into her in the hallway and knocks down her books and then smiles and tells her he is "Sorry"

But he wasn't sorry Nicole, was he?

He didn't want to help you with your fallen books

He didn't want you to wear his letterman's jacket and walk down the hallway with his arm around your shoulders

No, what he wanted was for the world to know he could have your sweetness whenever he wanted it and that they could not

He gloried at the world seeing your beautiful fragile flower quivering and open for him

But he didn't give you what you wanted, Nicole. What you needed

There was no royal wedding

There was no elevation

There was no fullness

There was no culmination of everything

No, all he had for you was alcohol stink and spastic drunken groping of your sweet sweetness with his drunken clumsy erasable ink stained fingers

He did not (could not) make you a Queen, fill your emptiness, soothe your ache

No, Nicole, he fumbled and bumbled at your sweetness for a time and then cursed you for not being beautiful enough, not being good enough to make things work

And then he rolled off your bed onto the floor and alcoholicly stumbled off into the night, back to his Head Quarters and the custom made hip thruster where he collapsed and vomited bile onto his bulbous belly and dreamt dreams of black boxes and victory and conquest.

Is your sweetness still sweet, Nicole Carroll?

Two things:

1. Bravo
2. Seek professional help

bennyonesix wrote:Is Your Sweetness Still Sweet, Nicole Carroll?

You let him touch you, Nicole

You let him touch you there, Nicole

In your place of sweet sweetness

In front of everyone

And you liked it

You blushed and flushed and grew damp like an awkward High School girl after the Quarterback bumps into her in the hallway and knocks down her books and then smiles and tells her he is "Sorry"

But he wasn't sorry Nicole, was he?

He didn't want to help you with your fallen books

He didn't want you to wear his letterman's jacket and walk down the hallway with his arm around your shoulders

No, what he wanted was for the world to know he could have your sweetness whenever he wanted it and that they could not

He gloried at the world seeing your beautiful fragile flower quivering and open for him

But he didn't give you what you wanted, Nicole. What you needed

There was no royal wedding

There was no elevation

There was no fullness

There was no culmination of everything

No, all he had for you was alcohol stink and spastic drunken groping of your sweet sweetness with his drunken clumsy erasable ink stained fingers

He did not (could not) make you a Queen, fill your emptiness, soothe your ache

No, Nicole, he fumbled and bumbled at your sweetness for a time and then cursed you for not being beautiful enough, not being good enough to make things work

And then he rolled off your bed onto the floor and alcoholicly stumbled off into the night, back to his Head Quarters and the custom made hip thruster where he collapsed and vomited bile onto his bulbous belly and dreamt dreams of black boxes and victory and conquest.

Is your sweetness still sweet, Nicole Carroll?

That crap doesn't even rhyme.