12ft of "i'll fuck your world up"

[Rhoad Racing]

This was pulled out of the lake that my parents live on!!! 12 feet of "i'll fuck your world up"
* sorry for the image size.

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[kOOpA]

that's a big ass-gator.

[conrad_s13.5]

holy shit!
where do they live?

[Cankles]

thats not a gator.............

[Roadkill]

Well it's not the Geico Gecko

[Rhoad Racing]

holy shit!
where do they live?

Lake Moutrie in South Carolina.

[ChadMK4]

holy shit!
where do they live?

Usually on the shore, not to far from the water. Especially if they have eggs.



Glad I scrolled to the right. Got to see the hot 16 year old in the blue skivvies.

[kOOpA]

holy shit!
where do they live?

Glad I scrolled to the right. Got to see the hot 16 year old in the blue skivvies.

oh dang! bonus!

totally didn't see that before.

[andysapp]

Was it already dead? Or did someone kill it?

Also - is that an alligator penis?

[kOOpA]

nah dude that's a love claw.

[ChadMK4]

Gon Stab sum bitches.

[FooSchnickens]

That dude on the tractor is my new role model.

[charlie]

when i FOERST saw that picture, i wondered what gator they were talking about. my mind zeroed in on the blue bikini...

i could hear the thoughts coming. together they formed an army, and they were none too clean. but then... THEN my decency cavalry came. they fortified the barracks to shield me from the perverted assault with with walls built from "she's too young" and sandbags full of "that's someone's daughter."

the army was not finished. determined to liberate my tongue they rolled catapults up to the wall. they launched flaming mortars of "if there's grass on the field" and tried to break open my mouth with a battering ram made of "but this is the South."

you gentleman know the rest of the story. the moral militia held out and my tongue remained captive, my decency intact.

speaking of tact, you might look into finding some chad, you effing pervert.

[ChadMK4]

when i FOERST saw that picture, i wondered what gator they were talking about. my mind zeroed in on the blue bikini...

i could hear the thoughts coming. together they formed an army, and they were none too clean. but then... THEN my decency cavalry came. they fortified the barracks to shield me from the perverted assault with with walls built from "she's too young" and sandbags full of "that's someone's daughter."

the army was not finished. determined to liberate my tongue they rolled catapults up to the wall. they launched flaming mortars of "if there's grass on the field" and tried to break open my mouth with a battering ram made of "but this is the South."

you gentleman know the rest of the story. the moral militia held out and my tongue remained captive, my decency intact.

speaking of tact, you might look into finding some chad, you effing pervert.

Ohhhhhh, the wife is all about it, but my army doesn't strike until the painters........uh....nvmd.








gross.

[PmartyX]

knees are too sharp.