There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.

Most of the time I am left wondering who the hell it was for.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me and this kike is at the edge of his fucking seat "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!".

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.

Most of the time I am left wondering who the hell it was for.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me and this kike is at the edge of his fucking seat "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!".

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.

Most of the time I am left wondering who the hell it was for.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me and this guy is at the edge of his fucking seat "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!".

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.

Most of the time I am left wondering who the hell it was for.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me and this guy is at the edge of his fucking seat "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!". Fucking hell.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.

Most of the time I am left wondering who the hell it was for.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me. It's like this guy is at the edge of his fucking seat "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!". Fucking hell.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.

Most of the time I am left wondering who the hell it was for.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all while waiting for the scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act. Most of the time my family is in the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all while waiting for scene to be over but not wanting to make it more awkward by saying anything.

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis than a full on fuck scene - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex act.

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

I can't account for or comprehend the kind of dicknose who runs this past his hamsterwheel saying to himself - "YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!". It's just beyond me.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner in some drawn out shoehorned sex scene.

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!" What kind of dicknose watches a movie and runs this past their hamsterwheel?

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner.

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!" What kind of dicknose watches a movie and runs this past their hamsterwheel?

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated or given less emphasis - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner.

"YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!" What kind of dicknose watches a movie and runs this past their hamsterwheel?

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner.

"YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!" What kind of dicknose watches a movie and runs this past their hamsterwheel?

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade. There is nothing in it for me that a google search doesn't provide in spades.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner.

"YES BUT WHEN DO THEY HAVE SEX?!" "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!" What kind of dicknose watches a movie and runs this past their hamsterwheel?

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner. "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!" What kind of dicknose watches a movie and runs this past their hamsterwheel?

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner. "phew! I'm glad they affirmed the healthy intimacy of these two characters!" What kind of dicknose watches a movie and runs this past thrir hamsterwheel?

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated - I am really not that curious and don't ascribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner.

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated - I am really not that curious and don't have often acribe "fun" to being the third person like some cuck in the corner.

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade.

There is absolutely no part of me that watches a movie and says "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO HER BEN AFFLECK GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS! THIS IS THE GRITTY DOWN TO EARTH REALISM I WAS HOPING FOR!", nor do I really care that much about intimacy beyond what might be briefly insinuated - I am really not that curious.

Most of the time I am wondering who the hell it was for, awkwardly quiet, pretty often with family in room.

"SEX SELLS BRO!" So did powdered wigs. I haven't cared about celebrity tits since I was in the fifth grade.