Walk outside

Grab Italian beef sandwich or deep dish pizza and hide in the Trump Tower.

analternateusername is a p cool guy but he's autistic about halo and girls with short hair

Hope she doesn't have a period?

Go about my day like everyone else

Who the fuck on Holla Forums does this?

top lel

What do you do?

I hate you, you know that?

laugh as about to witness this bitch get culturally enriched

another nigg trying to hide his race insecurity by posting porn stars who will fuck even they own dad for money
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*sigh*
Sit in the corner and jerk off, I guess.

Kek

The only right answer!

Run for mai life!

That woman really doesn't look white, and i'm not even black or white. Also shes way too flat for her age/lack of attractiveness.

Get in duh

search on twitter
>mfwit's real

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Only correct answer. Bitch better not touch the historic architecture.

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Call them niggers and walk away, but not turning my back to them.

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women are disgusting

#FreeShitting when? No longer should women keep their buttholes closed and oppressed, they must keep them open and let the brown mass pass through the anus border freely.

That's very unhygienic and must ruin their clothes.
If only there was an apparatus that could soak up such amounts of blood, that one would insert into their vagina.

nod respectfully

Can I live in her boots and keep her feet clean?

This is living proof of the brainwashing women get and says a lot about the state of women.

I'm not saying guys aren't also manipulated.

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She leans in and nuzzles her head towards you, some strands of her hair reach out and tickle your body slightly. You tell her what you want her to do and immediately she reels back up with a look even more disapproving than the one in the OP. She briefly contemplates her options before straddling over you and lets loose a torrent of her golden essence.
You immediately regret your decision when the force of her piss pushes you to the ground like a fire hose and the sheer stench overpowers all of your senses. Her piss soon fills up the whole street and catches numerous other passers-by while you engorge yourself on her voluminous nectar. As the last few drips emerge you look up to see Emma blowing you a kiss, before walking off and re-commencing her destruction. You spend the next 10 minutes swimming around in her mountain of squirt before getting up and walking home, every square inch of you thoroughly soaked in Emma Stone's liquid gold. You immediately trashed your clothes (though kept your shirt as a fetish item to snuggle on lonely nights) and had a shower, though it took over a week for the last of the smell to dissipate.

You walk out into the middle of Wacker Drive, honked at by scores of cars frantically trying to escape Emma Stone's wrath, and noticing your unusual compliance in the face of certain death, she gets down on one knee and poses you a simple question with her booming vocal fry:
You put both your arms in the air and as soon as you do this, she holds out her palm for you. You lie down on her soft, well-manicured hand as she carefully lifts you up and places you at the top of her expensive gargantuan brown leather boot, slowly tilting her hand sideways until you fall off. You slide down the shaft of her boots and land with a thump behind her ankle at the very tail end of her sole. This is going to be your home from now on. Every thing you owned, had or cared about was in your past now, and you would be presumed dead from that moment on. What remained of your family, friends and close associates would grieve for you, completely unaware of your fate. You were essentially a dead man walking, a zombie even, nothing more than a slave for Emma Stone's pungent feet, her boot being your prison cell. If you got lucky she'd occasionally thrown in the contents of a local McDonald's or Burger King that she destroyed to keep you well fed but other than that, you would have to learn to subsist on her lethal cocktail of toejam and sweat.

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What do you mean by that?

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