I'd say, "Hi, how's everything going?"
Madonna will be performing in Mexico both tomorrow and Thursday night What would you tell Madonna if you had the chance to see her when she arrives to hotel ?WooSHHHHHHHHH
Funny that all the black bodybuilders of today aspire to have a statue of this man! Haha.I have read Eugene Sandow's book "Strength and how to Obtain it" recently, I was delighted when I read a section of the book which was highly racist. Sandow talks about his first hour in the USA and his encounter with a black bell boy at a Hotel. It ended with Sandow holding the black boy dangling over the balcony at the 16th floor.Note everytime it says guy in the text is where getbig changes the N-word automatically to guy, so Sandow used the N-word in one of his books haha.Source: https://archive.org/stream/strengthandhowt00sandgoog/strengthandhowt00sandgoog_djvu.txtquoteCHAPTER VI r. MY FIRST HOUR IN AMERICA. First experiences are occasionally curious. You shall hear mine. Although the day we reached New York was the hottest that had ever been known in that great country of w^onder- ful records, no heat, however extreme, could detract from the glories of New York Harbour, certainly the finest harbour I have ever seen. Numerous people, including, of course, the ubiquitous newspaper men, came on board to welcome me, bands were playing, and there was a gay and busy time generally. Having landed, I entered a cab. Everyone, I suppose, has a vivid recollection of his first cab in America. The independence of the American cab-driver is sublime. It is something too great for words. You can only draw a long breath — and admire it. The particular journey which I was undertaking would have been in England something con- siderably less than a shilling fare. Hoping to be generous I proffered the driver an equivalent in English money to two shillings. To my surprise he said, **I guess. Colonel, that's for myself ; your fare is four dollars," just eight times as much as I had offered. Of course, I could not argue with the man. He knew better than I, and there was nothing for it but to pay promptly what he demanded. Moreover, in America, it must be remembered, they charge, not for the drive, but for the cab. Mr. Abbey, who met me on the boat, accompanied in e to the hotel at which I was to stay. At the office his attention was called away for a moment, and I was left to the tender 124 STRENGTH : mercies of the bell boy, a ni gger, who was asked to show me the rooms. " Come along, sir," the boy drawled. And along I went, making my first acquaintance with an American elevator, in which we were shot up heavenwards. " How high are we ? " I asked, as we got out. " Oh, this is the sixteenth floor," replied the boy, in an off- hand manner, " you can see if you look down." I did look down. By Jove, the depth down that staircase was tremen- \ dous. '\ Having selected my apartments, the boy coolly stood beside me in my own room rolling a cigarette and lighting it in my presence. This action seemed a little impudent, ■ but it was nothing to that which was to come. Remarking that I desired to wash, I also asked the boy if he would clean my boots. " Clean your boots," he exclaimed, in blank astonishment, " we don't do that in America, we (speaking of course for himself and the n iggers like him) don*t clean boots here." " Who then," I asked, " does clean them ? " " Oh, you must go down stairs for that." And with these words he reclined on my sofa, rolled another cigarette, and calmly smiled at me. This was really too much for white flesh and blood to bear. I said to him sharply, '* Look here, young man. I may be a stranger in this country and ignorant of some of its ways, but 1 know enough of Americans to be quite sure that it is not right for you to conduct yourself in this way. If you don't promptly clear oft' I will report you ? " But the boy was not easily to be moved. Instead of taking himself off he squared up and wanted to fight me. So I just took hold of that boy, and, testing his jacket and trousers to be sure that they would bear the strain, I swung him over the sixteenth floor staircase. And there for a few moments I held him, just to give him a view of the depth, which was so tremendous. My word, didn't that boy shout and scream. I assured him that he was quit€ safe in my hand so long as it was closed, but if he ever attempted his impertinences again I would bring him to the same spot and open it. And AND HOW TO OBTAIN IT. 125 I reminded him that a drop through sixteen floors would not be good even for n igger boys who smoked cigarettes in private rooms and affected to be indignant at the suggestion that they should clean a visitor's boots. The boy's cries drew a small crowd, including my guest and pianist, Martinus Sieveking, and the manager of the hotel. The manager fully agreed with the warning I gave the boy, and was profuse in his apologies, saying that such conduct from a bell boy was unprecedented. /quote
I would refer her to this thread lolhttp://www.getbig.com/boards/index.php?topic=507736.0
She'll probably say "I'm good....just don't look me in the eyes again ok ?"WooSSSSSSSS
I'd plow Madge right in the ass and mail the video to Sean Penn
Mariah is a head case! Bitch is certified insane. Would still smash RAW but crazy
Fortress is a very angry and unhappy guy.
Angry, yes. Unhappy? No.
Would you ?woooSSHHHHHH
Damn right I'd do her.It's Madonna for chrissakes, it's not like thinking about doing mudshark Khloe Kardashian
Her flapjack twat is likely one stinky receptacle of 'brew baby batter.
I'd face fuck her....like I do your mom
You should avoid Getbig's passive-aggressive house neegul
She's gross and has gone insane. It brings me joy to imagine her suffering at the realization she's long past her glory days and, from here on out, it's ever-increasing wrinkles and incontinence.
She has had more Cockends than weekends... would still wank into her panty though
The same goes for you, you old dirty retarded panty sniffer
