Cast it

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Emilia Clarke

amy schumer

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What did she have to gain? Other than the 500 pounds it seems she just wanted people to think she was desirable. Even for rape

>London
When the hell are we gonna nuke that dump from orbit?

your honour, I ask you, would a man really desire relations with that?

this, shes already reaching the weight cap

I'm into fatties but I've never been into her.

Who would want rape that fat ugly whore anyway? She honestly thinks 15 dudes would want to get near that gross shit, ha

Fucking this I'm not a fe(male)male but if they were going to rape someone they would pick someone better than her.

A really fat cunt

Niki Minaj or whatever his name is

People don't lie about rape. I believe her.

So fucking funny y'all buncha incels pretending you wouldn't hit it if she given you the chance lol

Why would you accuse 15 guys of being not just rapists, but gay rapists?

imagine having a functioning justice system

>it took 10 of them before she actually got jail time
Most guys only need 1 to be judged guilty by the public and lose thousands of dollars to their defense fees.

i would hit her
with a crowbar

England is the only place where a whale like her could make a sex attack claim and be taken seriously...
standards are much higher in other parts of the world.

>So fucking funny y'all buncha incels pretending you wouldn't hit it if she given you the chance lol
Someone actually typed this LMAO

Not gonna shame the poor pathetic soul by linking their post. Oh, that poor baby.

excuse me sir but i live in that dump and would welcome it

Hogging.

Every man has done it at least once, usually out of morbid curiosity more than anything else.

Nice big, pink, plump wobbly girls - that's OK, especially if they grunt and make piggy, squealing noises while you're ramming 'em. But 300lb+ misshapen monsters? Not that I haven't found myself parked next to one or two on an apocalyptic morning, with a raging headache and the need to drink several pints of absolutely anything, very, very soon.

Night before I'd be drunk enough that they looked a bit better, but hell, not much. Just enough to convince myself that heroic quantities of booze can excuse even this. And they always know, no matter how great a faculty for self-delusion they have, that you're not fucking them because you're genuinely attracted to them. They seek reassurance and you lie. You lie, while you know that you're gonna fuck 'em out of sheer, malignant perversion. It's warm, it's strange enough to be a different species and you're going to screw it because the whiskey has removed even the thin veneer of civilization that allows you to pretend you're not a totally irredeemable sick fuck. You know that somewhere inside that mound of quivering, hanging, shapeless fat there is a human spark: warm, sensitive, craving love, respect and validation. The fact that not a crumb of that will be on offer for even an instant is what gives the whole sordid mess its irresistible piquancy.

And once the grunting, thrusting, crying, and outpouring of greasy sweat and shame is over, and you slide off the mound of her like a strip of bacon off the top of a well-roasted Thanksgiving turkey, and she cries because you won't speak and turn away from her, you hope and pray that cunt had the sense to have called a Uber an hour ago. Else the poker is getting collected from the fireside and there is going to be violence on a biblical scale; because you’ve just fucked a monster.

p.s. Tess Holliday could fill those sweatpants to overflowing.

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