If the 1980's taught me something, it's that ANYthing goes as long as there's a killer soundtrack behind you. Except this. Not even the renaissance of crack cocaine will be held liable for this shit.
A pleasant reminder that the more things change, the more they stay the same. I refuse to find meaning for this behavior in 2019. But luckily, one man already did.
How/Why semi-concious females go on the hunt for ding dongs that can literally rearrange their organs is beyond my knowledge. Clearly Naudi Nala's parents didn't raise no bitch. Now, somebody call Tom Savini and lets finish this horror film right.
Her name is "Alisonfire" but I prefer the moniker "reason I have to buy 2-ply toilet paper in bulk". Fun Fact #1: She's famous for making the world wait half a decade for wiener-on-vag action. Fun Fact #2: 173,000 of her Pornhub views are from me.
