What did she mean by this?

What did she mean by this?

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Pretty based

DUDE I'M DRUNK AND CUNTY LMAO

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I don't even hate her outside of her politics but this is just tone-deaf. Just look at that purse with her name on it. Complete narcissistic picture.

Narcissists to deserve to be shot on sight

One day I'm going to find out what sites you like to visit, Brie. And I'm going to a massive, hot, steamy shit all over it, like you've done to my board.

I mean, I'd definitely fuck her as long as she kept her socks on.

When someone dies, fashion and a cocktail is the last thing on one's mind.

Millennial things.

Of course. No one said they wouldn't fuck her.

now that's based

>buy my shoes and handbag

When was the last time you had?

Stan got popped?

I heard the things she did to land the role are legendary

Go on, user.

its just modern instagram culture.
Its what the kids understand.
Emotions are ephemeral masks to be tried on and thrown off at a whim.....you can't take sincerity seriously if you're a child of social media.

I'd bury my face in her ass and go; "BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

Don't give her what she wants.

Why not? Pleasuring someone is wonderful

Based

I would totally stick my tongue in her asshole.

Guess I'll dust off this one.

I know Brie Larson. I lived in a richer area of Los Angeles at one point. I bumped into her in a sandwich shop. She was shooting the shit with the sandwich maker when I came up to give my order. I got a standard turkey on wheat with mayo and pepper jack. It was something very simple. All the while Brie was laughing to herself and pointing at me occasionally mumbling, "Is this guy serious?"

I wasn't sure why I guess she was displeased about me ordering or what I ordered. After I got my sandwich I sat down and ate while she just leaned back into the windowed meat display and watched me. When I got up to throw the trash away she stopped me and offered her hand. I was shy because I knew who she was but she introduced herself anyways. When I shook her hand the other hand came out of her pocket holding a tazer which she used on my neck. When I fell to the ground tense I soiled myself. She laughed, "This guy." And started kicking me in the face quoting lines from Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World over and over.

I woke up in the hospital next to a vase of broccoli labeled, "From Brianne."

Now every year she shows up to my families Thanksgiving dinner, uninvited, unannounced, and just eats, laughs to herself, and then leaves. Last year she murdered my mother. I fear what hurricane Brie will bring this year..