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Swedish Butt-Whistle posted:NSFW oh my god what is that van doing to its anus
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May 17, 2018 14:49
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Swedish Butt-Whistle posted:NSFW So, if you take the third row seats out is that the equivalent of prolapse?
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May 17, 2018 14:53
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If this minivan's a rockin... ...then tell those kids to sit down and shut the gently caress up or they don't get pizza.
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Rad-daddio posted:So, if you take the third row seats out is that the equivalent of prolapse? correct and to what end we can compare our humanly ailments, like bad cv joints are just simply considered "arthritis" in the vanspeak. Fuel sensor got you running rich? Diabetes. Lots of mental disorders can be traced back to spark plugs, wiring coils.
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May 17, 2018 15:57
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I still don't really get why minivans died out. It's like how dinosaurs became lame chickens minivans turned into lovely hatchbacks.
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May 18, 2018 03:54
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When I see those shits with the sliding doors on each side I just scream.
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May 18, 2018 04:22
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As a 1993 Plymouth minivan, I relish the feeling of having my sliding door wrenched open by an angry soccer mom. The yelling, how she sighs in frustration as my sagging gas springs struggle to hold the rear door open as she jams an orange mesh bag of soccer balls into my aching cargo area. She forces everything, the folding chairs, the gatorade cooler... all of it sealed with the kiss of her sandaled foot as she kicks my rear hatch shut forcing me to take it all even though my rear suspension leans low to the ground and my fluttering ignition can't keep pace with this overwhelming burden of submission. But, at the end of the day this is what I was built for. I was designed and engineered to serve my thicc queen. I know the pain she inflicts on me is needed. It feels so good to serve her, even though she takes things from me that may never return. I can only leave her stranded so many times before she finally has me hauled off for scrap or she sells me to some farm workers. The thought of such an end pains me, but also brings me great inexplicable arousal and it always leaves me confused.
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May 18, 2018 04:41
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in a suburban driveway, I cradle my owner in my cloth driver's seat, as she sits idling and staring at her home in silence, as she has for an hour, according to the clock on my dash it is 1995, I am two years old; I have carried her and her family to work and school every day, and the occasional vacation, since I was purchased I carry her to therapy, and I carry her to the corner liquor store. I carry her children and I hear their biting sarcasm, and I carry her husband's mistress, on occasion my owner opens the garage, parks me inside, closes the door, and leaves me running
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