File[Vanessa-Tits out.swf] - (3.65 MB)
[_] [?] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)14:24 No.1663732
Marked for deletion (old).
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)14:43 No.1663743
bored bitch walking back and forth around a length of PVC piping that's so poorly mounted it
creeks and shifts back and forth?
Why did you waste my bandwidth with this?
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)14:52 No.1663749
This is fucking sad and weird.
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)14:59 No.1663751
Getto as fuck.
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)15:00 No.1663753
>>1663749
indeed it is
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)16:30 No.1663794
I bet shes the kind of chick that just fucking lays there and takes it.
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)16:34 No.1663797
The hell is this?
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)16:38 No.1663799
Why is she just moving back and forth? What the fuck is this?
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)17:13 No.1663829
sauce?
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)17:17 No.1663830
like a monkey in a zoo
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)18:12 No.1663863
that is the worst stripper pole I have ever seen.
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)18:26 No.1663882
When you first cage a tiger, it will pace back and forth endlessly, looking for any exit, any way
out.
back and forth.
back and forth.
back and forth.
But after long enough, that cat slows down.
And eventually it'll stop pacing altogether.
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)18:38 No.1663898
>>1663830
so apt
>> [_] Flappy 04/24/12(Tue)18:54 No.1663909
Haha, what the fuck is this?
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)18:56 No.1663910
you call those tits?
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)19:13 No.1663917
>>1663743
Because you would still have clicked on it even if it was named: bored bitch walking back and
forth around a length of PVC piping that's so poorly mounted it creeks and shifts back and forth.
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)19:16 No.1663919
The Panther, by Rainer Maria Rilke
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)20:45 No.1663959
this is great
/r/ more girls that are disappointed over how life turned out
>> [_] Anonymous 04/24/12(Tue)22:12 No.1664013
>>1663882
>>1663919
god damnit /f/ ;_;
