The people behind the Giant Chicken Invasion???
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Giant Chickens? Who knows; this is scary - it's just wrong, even for Vegas. If it wasn't for the irresistible fursting like a field of fresh snow, I'd be afraid to comment about the Big Guy ogling the Big Tits (there a real silicone job)
Man, I didn't even catch the ogling!
And sorry, this isn't LV, it's a wide spot in the road called Jawbone Canyon in CA.
Or possibly Cinco.
She's dry humping his leg too.
You get a line and I'll get a pole, Honey,
You get a line and I'll get a pole, Babe.
You get a line and I'll get a pole,
We'll go fishin' in the crawdad hole,
Honey, Baby mine.
Yes a real woman can hump your leg, flash cleavage and carry her fishing pole all at the same time.
If I'm lucky
Yes a real woman can hump your leg, flash cleavage and carry her fishing pole all at the same time
Not only a "real" woman, but women made out of fiberglass as well, apparently.
Happy New Years, kiddies!
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