The Experts have spoken
honestly black women are great as entry-level pussy. they're quite easy to get laid with
>>537441318Kys ktaut kike
>>537441368High std %. Bad rng could end in disaster
>>537441463use condoms retard. im not fucking ghetto bitches, well maybe actually.
>>537441368Shame 99% of them are ugly as fuck and smell awful.
>>537441463>>537441517wtf, there are some hot niggresses idk where you guys looking
>>537441368ewww, fucking disgusting anon
>>537441540am I crazy? what is the problem?
>>537441368Unironically this but with black African girls. Black American girls are pure trash. >mfw I sexpatted in Kenya and NigeriaShit was so cash senpai fr fr
>>537441318LOL. So, Jordan Peterson and Ben Shapiro are experts on black women now? Who the fuck even cares about black women? Anything to avoid talking about Iran and Gaza, I guess.
>>537441536That’s why I said that 1% of them are hot. I’m being very generous here.
>>537441577based>>537441589well damn I must be getting lucky then
>>537441536they're ugly as fuck and their skin naturally smells like ass. also that hair my god. of all the races and varieties of women out there you go directly to the bottom of the barrel likely cause you are a nigger yourself. nigger bitches barely qualify as human let alone women. you may as well fuck animals at that point.
Next week Jordan and Ben should discuss the sexual abuse of little boys by their grandmothers and how it affects their dreams.>I dreamed I saw my maternal grandmother sitting by the bank of a swimming pool, that was also a river. In real life, she had been a victim of Alzheimer’s disease, and had regressed, before her death, to a semi-conscious state. In the dream, as well, she had lost her capacity for self-control. Her genital region was exposed, dimly; it had the appearance of a thick mat of hair. She was stroking herself, absent-mindedly. She walked over to me, with a handful of pubic hair, compacted into something resembling a large artist’s paint-brush. She pushed this at my face. I raised my arm, several times, to deflect her hand; finally, unwilling to hurt her, or interfere with her any farther, I let her have her way. She stroked my face with the brush, gently, and said, like a child, “isn’t it soft?” I looked at her ruined face and said, “yes, Grandma, it’s soft.”― Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief, pp. 163-164
