And she owns a camera with a wide-angle lens.
She shows you BOTH sides because you don't want to miss the different...TATTOOS.
Obese, slutty, ugly, and she's got tattoos. A dream come true.
She doesn't come cheap. In fact, she's so sure she's a hot commodity, you'll have to pay her a TWENTY just to have her bra. And it's broken!
She's an OBESE EBAY BITCH!
I left out the close-up photos of the bent, destroyed bra clasps. She did describe the wreckage:
Oh, the 21st Century, where you can so easily BUY a repulsive bint's underwear!
In the old days you had to go find someone like this passed out in an alley, hire a team of whalers to help roll her over, and then pull her bra (and/or knickers) off.
You might've had to go to a pub in some bad part of town to find her sitting on two stools (chairs I mean, although what would be lurking in her knickers I'd rather not speculate on).
You'd have to buy her a quart of beer and then pay her a twenty NOT to fuck you, just to hand over the souvenirs.
Pity the fetishist who wants anything to do with a monster like this? No, consider that person lucky, because now relief is so easy to get via EBAY.
Just how many guys want Ann's Blob Bra? So far none of the surviving Beach Boys (or anyone else) has placed a bid with Blob-Blob Bra Ann, but the auction has a day to go. She may have a sniper at the last minute. With a fatty like this, the sniper might own a harpoon.
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