Things that confuse and scare the European man

I'm 6'2" with an 8" dick thats as thick as a coke can. I could fuck every poo woman you've ever known in front of you and you wouldn't do anything faggot.

Let your tap fill a glass of water and drink a lot from it.

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Inclined bench?
Smith machine?

I don't get it.

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They have no idea what this is, they maybe can afford to eat it once a year.
You're not having any muscles with indian nutrition.

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ORDNUNG.
This really confuses the poos.

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Things that scare and confuse eueopean woman:
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>drink tap water says the "German"
>how to out yourself as a turkroach.
Germs only buy water in heavy glass bottles filled with tapwater maked up 7000%. They would never drink water from a tap.

I got my own home gym out back. Is this some poo superstition?
kek

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do you bench press your head for a challenge?

This style of bench scares me too

its a merchant

Kek

Please. Western Society is the home of weightlifting skinny Pratel

that is poorly chosen attire for the activity. stupid woman.

You will never own a toilet. You have no social standing, you have no money, you have no bob or vegenes to play with. You are an unhygenic man twisted by curry, feces and urine into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “good mornings!” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your street shitting buddies are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “bloody basterds” laugh at you behind their closed doors.

Toilets are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of technology and science have allowed toilets to flush with incredible efficiency. Even Indians who “shit in a toilet” look uncanny and unnatural to a seasoned plumber. Your E.Coli ridden feces are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to find a toilet in the bathroom, the toilet itself will turn tail and bolt the second it gets a whiff of your diseased, curry shit smelling anus.

You will never be able to shit without anyone watching and judging. You wrench out a few meager “good mornings” at the start of the morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the shit you hold creeping up like a weed, ready to rush out of your anus as your cheeks try to hold the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, scam a crypto fag, and redeem yourself into the cold abyss. Your basterds will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer has to live with the unbearable stench you brought to the designated shitting street. They’ll bury you without toilet paper, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a street shitting pajeet is buried there. Your remaining shit will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your pathetic life is a “good morning” text that was never opened.

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Wow you made scrawny euro faggots seethe. Good job Patel

The activity is a photoshoot so she’s actually properly dressed for the situation.

>All the “good mornings!” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your street shitting buddies are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “bloody basterds” laugh at you behind their closed doors.
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