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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 3: State of the Union

Sweat dripped from your brows as your fists made contact with the punching bag. You twisted and landed a kick to the left flank of it.

"I just don't get it Jay, how can someone who used to fly multimillion dollar aircrafts be so stupid sometimes?" You huffed out. You took a step back from the bag and took a long sip of water.

"Maybe all those years of inhaling jet fuel killed a few brain cells." Jaycee joked back with you.

"I mean, one minute he's doing good, everything is sunshine and rainbows, and then the next, he is a giant bone head and taking shirtless jogs around the grounds for fun. Do you know how long it took me to get all those paparazzi photos tracked down?" You sigh as you lean forward to stretch.

"You're lucky I love you and was able to stop Amber from publishing that thirst trap online." Jaycee laughs.

"I know. I owe you one." You grin at her. "You owe me several. But I am cashing in on one tonight. I can't believe I get to cover the State of the Union in person!" She squeals. You laugh at her. "Remember, you're their to work, not to oogle the vice president the whole time." You joke with her.

With Jaycee being your best friend and a member of the media, she'd been able to come to the White House several times. After a few visits, you couldn't help but notice the crush she had developed on Jake.

"You're no better than me!" She tells you as you grab your things to hit the showers.

"I do no oogle Jake." You shoot back. "No, but I've seen the way you look at Bradley." She accuses you. "I'm his Chief of Staff. It's literally my job to look at him." You defend yourself.

"I've also seen the way he looks at you. That man is constantly giving you puppy dog eyes. He's got it bad for you." Jay continues.

"He does—" You pause before lowering your voice. "The president does not give me puppy dog eyes or have it bad for me," you whisper to her.

"Sure, Jan." Jaycee mocks you in her best Marsha Brady impression.

You roll your eyes at her before hitting the showers. You let the hot water ease your sore muscles. You relaxed as it flowed over you. Kickboxing with Jaycee had become your form of stress relief when dealings at the White House got to be too much or when you needed escape. This shower was going to be your last moment of peace until tomorrow.

Tonight, Bradley was giving his first State of the Union address, and you were nervous, to say the least.

He'd been getting on your nerves lately. Choosing not to listen to you like he once did or brushing you off. But the moment he needed something that only you could handle, he'd come crawling back to you. He'd apologize for being an ass, He'd beg for your forgiveness, you'd fix the problem, and the cycle would start again.

You stepped out the shower and got dressed. You said goodbye to Jay and made sure she had her credentials for tonight. You then hopped in your car and drove back to the belly of the beast.

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You looked at yourself in the floor-length mirror of your room. Tonight, you were wearing a strapless cocktail gown. It was black with white geometric blocking on the sides. The bodice had a tasteful plunge with a small black mesh insert to keep it classy. The top of the dress swooped into two white peaks that accentuated your neck.

It was a beautiful dress, but try as you might, you couldn't get it zipped up all the way. You would worry about that after you put on the finishing touches of your outfit.

You took a deep breath and looked at your reflection.

You had your hair in its signature low bun. Your makeup was soft, but red lipstick added a touch of glam. You fastened your tennis bracket and reacted for the oval cut earrings Bradley had gifted you.

You had just fastened the back on the second one when you caught sight of him in your mirror.

"You used to knock. What if I had been changing?" You teased him as he stepped in with his tie in his hand.

"Your door would have been locked if you were." He shrugged. You opened your mouth to say something smart back, but he wasn't wrong.

"Well, I'm glad you're here. Can you zip me?" You ask, turning towards him. Bradley paused for a moment. He looked over the expance of your back that was visible to him. Your dress was almost zipped, save for the last few inches. He glanced at the exposed skin. His breath caught when he saw the tiniest bit of your lacy bra that was barely visible to him.

He cleared his throat before quickly zipping you up and stepping away.

"Thank you—sir." You teased him.

Son of a bitch, he thought. If only you knew what you were doing to him right now. That dress had his mind racing, especially because he wanted to know what the rest of what you had on under it looked like. Or what it would look like on the floor of his bedroom. Or what you would look like laid out in his sheets with your hair a mess and your makeup smeared. He could feel himself getting hard at the thought.

Shit! He needed to think about foreign policy or the frumpy old senators he was about to address. He could not go out there with a semi.

"Hello? Mr. President? What are you thinking about?" You break him out of his thoughts by snapping your fingers.

"Just running over my speech in my head again." He lied.

"Don't worry, you're going to be fine. Can you get my necklace, then I will fix your tie?" You gesture to the jewelry box.

Bradley quickly grabs it. His calloused fingertips brush over your soft skin as he hooks the clasp of the necklace he'd given you months ago. You thank him again before turning to knot his tie.

You have it secured in no time flat. You move to step away, but neither of you had noticed that Bradley's foot was on your dress. When you move, you lose your balance. His hands reach out and land on your hips, pulling you up right to steady you. You latch onto his forearms for balance. Your face is close to his as you catch your breath. His so close that if he leaned down a few more inches, he could kiss your perfect red pout. Both of you are frozen.

"Knock kno— am I interrupting something?" Jake trails off as he opens the door to your room. You and Bradley quickly shoot apart.

"No, nothing, everything is fine. See you down there." You brush by him as you quickly exit your room.

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From what you heard, Bradley's address went amazingly well. You didn't get to hear the end of it because you were whisked away to handle an emergency. Apparently, there was some unrest in the Pacific, and a foreign government was demanding American support to deal with a rouge group of pirates that had been terrorizing shipping lanes, but months ago, when the nation had tried to offer them assistance, they'd refused it. Now, they were demanding it and threatening to attack a Naval aircraft carrier that was stationed near their coast. Their government said they would have no issue with trying to overthrow the crew of the ship if the US didn't help them.

You sighed. You knew the Navy held a special place in Bradley and Jake's heart, and they would overreact to any threat against the Navy. You knew you would have to speak to Bradley and talk him off the edge when he heard the news. Even though he was the president, he couldn't just order the military to obliterate someone.

You left the conference room, and you could hear Bradley coming down the hall just as you went to find him. The rage in his voice carried down the hall. You needed to talk to him privately away from advisors and people with their own agendas.

"Bradley!" You yell as you chase after him. You need to talk to him. If he gets into that room before you, the testosterone of all of the men in there will take over, and he'll doing something that you know he will regret.

"Mr. President! Sir!" Damn him and his long legs. You kick off your heels and take after him. You poor Louboutins are left haphazardly in the hall as you sprint after him, still calling his name, but his tunnel vision has taken over. You sigh.

"ROOSTER!" You shout. He pauses and turns around slowly. In the entire time he's known you, you've never used his call sign.

"What, Y/N?" He sighs. "You need to calm down. You can't go in there like a bull in a china shop." You tell him breathlessly once you finally face him. You look up. He's a lot taller than you without your heels on.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do. I'm perfectly capable of handling this on my own." He warns you in a low voice before turning away.

"That's where you're wrong. In situations like this, you do need me to tell you what to do. If I left you to your own devices, you'd be getting in an F-18 yourself right now. You're the president, the leader of the free world. I understand that you love the Navy, but you can't just go in there with guns blazing." You reason with him.

"You don't understand Y/N, I have friends on that carrier. They are more like family to me. I can't let anything bad happen to them." He pleads.

"I get that, Bradley. I do, but you need to take a breath and think." You remind him.

"No," he begins with a fire in his voice. "What I need to do, is get into that briefing room and talk to some people who actually know what they are doing. I don't need a woman who has never severed a day—" you cut off Bradley's rant with a harsh smack across his face. He catches your wrist before you can pull back all the way.

Anger thrums through your veins. "I don't need you to remind me of my gender. You hired me to help you and to keep you from making stupid decisions. I may not know as much as you about the military, but I know my politics." You grit out. His eye are wide as they bore into yours. You maintaine eye contact with him, not backing down.

"Next time you say speak to me, remember who you're talking to." You warn him before jerking your arm out of his grasp.

You both soften a bit. Bradley opens his mouth to speak, but doesn't get the chance to.

You can hear voices approaching. You finally had Bradley's attention. You couldn't risk losing it now.

In a moment of annoyance or stupidity, you're not sure which, you grab him by his arm and drag him with you into a nearby storage closet.

"What the fuck Y/N?" He scolds you as you lock the door and block him in.

"I'm not letting you go anywhere until you calm down and listen to me. You've been ignoring me until you really fuck something up lately, and I'm not letting you send us into the next World War!" You scream at him.

Bradley looks at you and can tell that you mean business. The sting in his cheek serves as a reminder. He swallows thickly before nodding his head and letting you speak.

Now, no one quite knows what was said in that closet. The only thing anyone is talking about right now, is what happened when some poor unsuspecting media internet who got lost looking for the bathroom found.

You had just unlocked the closet door when it flew open. The intern eyes went wide as he took in the scene before him. You were sweaty from chasing down Bradley and arguing with him. Your hair was askew, your makeup was smudged, and your feet were bare. Bradley's suit was wrinkled, and his face was flush. You knew exactly what the kid was thinking before he could say it.

Before you could defend yourself, you heard someone yell at the intern. His head snapped to the side at the same time yours did. It was more members of the media.

The first one caught sight of you and Bradley as you emerged from the closet. They pulled up their cameras and started taking pictures just as the questions started flying.

"Mr. President, are you having an affair with your Chief of Staff?"

"Ms. Wiseman, did you seduce the president to obtain your position?"

"Mr. President, does this mean previous allegations against you were true?"

In the flurry of questions and camera flashes, you see Jaycee, who was desperately trying to help you.

You panicked as you looked from her to Bradley. You couldn't let the media spin this narrative. You couldn't let them ruin your career over something that wasn't there. You knew no matter how hard you tried, you'd never be able to convince them that you weren't having an affair with Bradley. So, you said the first thing you could think of that you knew would save both of your asses.

You held your hand up to silence the press. You looped your arm through Bradley's. He looked at you confused, but you shot him a reassuring glance as if to say, 'Trust me.' He nodded.

"The president and I are not having an affair. We can't be. " You began with a steady voice that oozed confidence.

You paused as you watched the facea in front of you. Their eyes were trained on you, waiting for you to spin your tale.

"The president and I are not having an affair—because we are engaged." You drop the bomb. You feel Bradley tense up beside you, but he doesn't react. He knows he can't right now.

No matter how crazy the words that have just come out of your mouth are, he knows that they are going to save both of your jobs. His presidency would never survive a scandal like this, and you would never be able to work in Washington again.

Your words seem to satisfy the media because their questions shift.

"Ms. Wiseman, how long have you and the president been together?"

"Is this why we haven't seen him dating?"

"When do you plan on getting married?"

"Why did you feel the need to hide your relationship?"

They all continue to shout at you. Suddenly, Jaycee pushes her way to the front and whistles to silence them.

"Ms. Wiseman and President Bradshaw will be more than happy to answer any questions people might have. In fact, they are going to sit down with me tomorrow afternoon in an exclusive broadcast that will be live stream on the official Washington Post website at five pm." She tells the crowd.

That pacifies them as they dispurse to break the news, talking amongst themselves.

Jaycee turns to look at both of you. You open your mouth to speak, but she puts her hand up.

"I don't know, I don't care." She beings. "All I'm saying is that I bought the two of you sometime to get your stories straight before tomorrow."

You both thank her before she leaves. As she turns to walk away, she pauses. "Bradley." She calls to him. He looks at her. "One more thing, before we meet tomorrow, you'd better have a ring on her hand." She warns before exiting.

After Jaycee leaves, you don't give Bradley a chance to talk to you before you are bolting for the bathroom. You sling the door open and vomit into the toilet. The anxietyfunally catching up with you. You stand up and wash your hands and face. You step out, and he's waiting for you.

"What the fuck was that?" Bradley demands. "That was me, saving your ass yet again. Because in case you didn't know, if you go down, I go down with you, and I'd rather not lose everything I've worked for because you wouldn't listen to me!" You scream him as you poke his chest before walking away.

"Where are you going?" He chases after you. "Home to fabricate our love story!" You scream back. "And my ring size is an eight!" You yell before rounding the corner.

Bradley takes a deep breath before pulling out his phone. He quickly pulls up the contact he needs and types out a message. He has a favor he needs to cash in.

Well, shit really hit the fan in this chapter! Thanks for the love on this series.

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moocha-muses · 7 months

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L: I really thought you might break my nose! Try explaining that to the producers.

X: You caught every single pass I threw! And I bet they've got you insured.

L: . . . are you helping the producers commit insurance fraud?

X: Absolutely not. Your face is way too pretty to Marsha Brady mangle. There's not enough money in the world.

L: Aw.

#ts2 #the sims 2 #owlcreek #bc:lorelei #loreleilee #xanekealoha

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curiousorigins · 11 months

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Okay dudes, I have thought of something that I must share with you peops.

Okay, so we know the creator of Burt and Ernie from Sesame Street is a Queer Dude and intended them to be gay, right?

Like he literally shared that. (Of course the official Sesame Street gave an official statement trying to undo it.)

And of course, they're often referred to as brothers.

However on the Queer-coding end... First Pretending to be related/best friends was like classic gay Hollywood Hay's Code Era behavior.

(Which was totally doable because of the weirdness of how America did their records clear into the the 1960s. Pretty much if you knew a priest you could pretend you were anyone. Because baptismal and church records were considered proof enough of identity. For like Social Security Cards and Birth certificates.)

And Two, if you think about it, They were filmed and treated regarding bed time behaviors as any heterosexual couple would have been only decades prior via Hay's Code standards too. The classic talking to each other on the phone and filming it as if they're on the same bed beside each other but they obviously are not... was the work around to literally not being able to show a couple in bed together, nor imply that people were regularly sharing the same bed. (including Married Couples.)

Oddly The Brady Bunch actually had a significant bit of backlash because of showing the husband and wife sitting in bed together at the time. (More fun Queer Hollywood History for you: In the Brady Bunch (TV Show) Jan and Marsha were literally dating off-screen while acting as on-screen sisters and it was totally under wraps at the time...)

So yeah, not too long after Brady Bunch happened, and a real classic thing from Early Era Sesame Street was to show Burt and Ernie in separate beds separated only by a night stand, both in pajamas wishing each other good night. Which was identical to scenes common a few years before of Heterosexual married couples with kids.

Like it was literally right there in the text for people in the know who understood classic Hollywood conventions to imply relationships. Like they were totally using classic visual cues to imply that they were more than brothers. (And potentially that they weren't brothers at all at times. It's possible that my memory is rusty because It's been a hot minute since I've watched Classic Early Sesame Street. But I do remember them referring to each other as Roommates in near equal measure as brothers.)

Anyways the point is, that yes, Burt and Ernie were gay. (And also not related but would have shared a last name if Sesame Street started now.)

#Queer History #Pride #Burt and Ernie are Gay #Sesame Street #Queer Coding #Queercoding and Queer Baiting are entirely different things #Queerbaiting is a marketing attempt to imply a relationship with no plans to follow through on it.#Whereas Queercoding is an intentional act on the creator (but not studio) to imply a relationship that would be blocked #due to laws pressure from advertisers or studios.#To put canonically Queer characters somewhat sneakily despite TPTB intentions not to allow them.#Burt and Ernie is an example of Queercoding #Teen Wolf or Supernatural (with publicized admittance to market research about if Queer Couples happened) are Queerbaiting #The Brady Bunch #(It was Gayer than you'd think behind the scenes.)#(So that's fun.)#Film History #Film Making #Yep. You can tell I used to and sometimes currently go deep for this stuff.

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citizenscreen · 1 year

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Movie stars showing where they have been sent by the Hollywood Victory Committee and the USO.

L-R: Marsha Hunt, Henry O'Neill, Reginald Owen, Marguerite Chapman, Jinx Falkenburg, Fred Brady, Walter Pidgeon, Lucille Ball, Charles Bickford, Anne Gwynne, Ann Rooney, Sir Cedric Hardwick, Raymond Walburn, and Francis Lederer.

#hollywood victory committee #uso

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filmnoirfoundation · 1 year

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NOIR CITY 20 at Oakland's Grand Lake Theatre Day 8: RAW DEAL (7:30) & HE WALKED BY NIGHT (9:15). Intros by Eddie Muller. Full festival details and tickets available at www.NoirCity.com

Friday • January 27

DOUBLE FEATURE

7:30 PM

RAW DEAL

Social worker Marsha Hunt and gangster's moll Claire Trevor duke it out for the soul of homme fatal Dennis O'Keefe in this rambunctious display of quintessential noir pulp. O'Keefe busts out of the slammer determined to get even with shyster gang-boss Raymond Burr, who wants O'Keefe dead before he reaches his San Francisco hideout. Stunning images by legendary cinematographer John Alton make this arguably the most visually stylish noir of them all. As Eddie likes to say, it's "Pure Pulp for Noir People."

Originally released May 26, 1948. Eagle-Lion Films, 79 minutes. Screenplay by John C. Higgins and Leopold Atlas, based on the story "Corkscrew Alley" by Arnold Armstrong and Audrey Ashley. Produced by Edward Small. Directed by Anthony Mann.

9:15 PM

HE WALKED BY NIGHT

In this landmark noir, a psychotic loner (Richard Basehart) uses his genius for electronics to commit robberies while evading the police. When he graduates to murder, L.A.'s finest, including Scott Brady and methodical Jack Webb (who was immediately inspired to create Dragnet), pull out a few modern manhunting techniques of their own. The desperate hunt tracks the killer through—and beneath—cityscapes stunningly photographed by the great John Alton. Don't miss this classic in all its 35mm glory!

Originally released November 24, 1948. EagleLion Films, 79 minutes. Screenplay by John C. Higgins, from a story by Crane Wilbur. Produced by Bryan Foy and Robert Kane. Directed by Alfred Werker and Anthony Mann.

#raw deal #john alton #claire trevor #dennis o'keefe #marsha hunt #he walked by night #richard basshart #film noir #film noir festival #film noir foundation #eddie muller #noir city #noir city 20

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limeade-l3sbian · 3 months

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NOT TUMBLR SUMMITING THE ASK BEFORE I FINISHED-

ANYWAY

She goes to turn doen the position at the school and is almost assaulted by the president AFTER he purposely trashes her clothes and makes her dress in a maid uniform.

A lot of "romcom" anime has this problem where an icy female protag needs to be taken down a peg bc how dare she not be marsha fucking brady??? Or its her job to "soften" the stoic male mc.

And I am sick of it.

Also, don't get me started on sports anime 😭

2/2

#ask

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debooted · 2 years

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Marsha Brady tries to massage her neck to rid the stress of being Robin the Girl Wonder. The heroine removes her mask and boots as she returns returns to the Bat Cave. Tonight, she survived a death trap, but maybe the stress of it all is more than Marsha can stand.

#damsel in distress #trapped #don’t take my boots #barefoot #superheroine #debooted #robin girl wonder

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dreamsofalife · 4 days

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"what did you call me?" for Marsha

Marsha Brady. She also calls the Abadeer Sisters "the Brady Bunch" because of it.

#civicrphub

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fkyumerica · 5 months

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lzswt008xHk john travolta/donald trump, joe bien/mary sue in the suit

kirstie alley

john travolta did the same thing, showed it by dancing with princess diana

83 and 7

38 and 1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpjCvzmsugw there are only 4 grandma plastic surgery types, and 4-8 moms

and 7 men

to look like the same person

and the name

egg it

they did it, goodbye we live at the beach

scream

john travolta is gene simmons, ozzy

and the luitenet at boot camp in full metal jacket

rotc all had sex with him, then angela was in thirteen after having two more of his kids

i had to finish two papers this morning

and finished the second one 6 minutes before the assignment due time

i hate how people let out blow

sloooooooooooooooooowwwww it doooooooooooooooooooownnn for meeeeeeeeeeee

its usually meth, comet bleach, and they cut out the bottom of the can for it and put it on top, how much is left, i dunno sponge

squeeze it in there, syringe, in their arm already

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/xLQ1ZGhk8zw here is the family time line, and she comes from the front to the end with another new kid she just had again. 19ft tall, then back here again, fat

they say it

alix has the afro, and keri ann/stephanie behind her

denica/penny/keri ann

her daughter

angela in pink feathers, jessica/mallory behind her

the two girls in thirteen are them

then they all came out as old women again

in the end of the video

and im the guy with the personality, did it, inbred with a infant, child, his mom again

make me an actor, so his mom had to be a famous president first lady

he is ronald reagan

and elvis, tom

youtube

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsrnXh4YiTw his son with her vinnie being arrested as devin/adam bell/matt/mark

youtube

actual footage of wayde/prince phillip

and his daughter who was strong enough to mate with him, mary sue

so she chose her granddaughter

and she abandoned it and it was bill/david

alix's son, alix/princess diana

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5sTISPZHNs this was it after she gave birth

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2KYgvF6Ft0 then this gone with the wind and in prison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oeVvHnJKhdE then she was marsha brady on porn shows, alden would make her eye contacts

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jegdyR3W080 he took her first

then dan then wayde then dan again

she was screaming for one

in her backyard, mated her inbred infant in a adult suit with her after

corbin house, then the infant was vinnie/devin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxJ8sXYrmro this is her

skin dick

increase

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEJg81ntjTU the men stood outside that did it, the women were crucified

they want you to know, thats her

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZx9DMz3Jrg keri anne on the horse knifed by her in the stomach to breed with her newborn

or throw it

youtube

alix in hospital bed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRXeTF4gzu0 then she got to know kei anne after, it is keri anne in the video

she might be matilda/alix

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIvmP43Whic same weird bra family waiting for the same guy

and the guy thats whats the who fun

does em

tom cruise

plain

cant let in the steam, other people not them, cant mate outside the family

cant let a microphone touch em, animals feel like that now see them as animals

youtube

the ones who like inbreeding will just throw stuff

not cheer

jen married don i couldent tell it was the same guy

was it?

dated different name guys

they robbed me of my money to build a big party house and invited me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVu1BwnU8_c same boring face

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbD8qbcXjgw they were all tied up with wayde and they were untied

and anne marie had to look just like her on the right

just sit there its not me. thats my daughter!

no one is in trouble

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6OmvBNvMMs its your personal right to eat some berries in the woods 15:05

thats her daughter princess anne in the bikini

married ronald reagan

had those two daughters next to her

each have a skin penis

neither are police but dressed to fuck her

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=te9Jly0vGxU if they had a bed of girl wives it looked like this

and a group of naked black women, all date the same guy they inbred from

same with those girls

each a different one sad quiet smile

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7W36XK6wRmM when they drop them off is when they do it

old man

slide off

bye in a house

don on a ladder

jack and rose

wtf

she gave the big show an erection, and is their daughter together

jen and don had alix in gladiator, married it to him too old man

and if our kids fucked

and she fucked chris

say it like it to her

what is slang

what does it mean

oh k i blew their blow jo

whoa wtf they are like 50 now they fuck kids?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ct70a9r3kvM 2:13 then they all give birth to the same guys kids at once facing at each other and it all spirals out to look like some giant octopus thing to hide what they did

and others crawl in for the fun

and guys do it to say come on girls cheat with us

4:47 mission and video after white old man is him too

not leon

and whores kri anne back and forth from one block over to across dix 6 blocks all day everyday

radio signals nonstop

randy orton/wayde

youtube

alix shes dead? they make each area a dead area and build graveyards to move

youtube

there you go

fetus of a infant

the inbred men, their sons, they send chimpanzees to rape women

that are in their family

carlton is alix's family

planet of the apes star

stadium, they have a group of their kids left in the locker room

then flood it

ship on top

and they all leave

youtube

mary sue the who

youtube

and robbie abdo "sweetly." is elvis presley/don/david/roy, married with children was them

turns into tom?

youtube

them again

#Youtube

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