What would it take for you to accept being goop's personal guinea pig, testing all of her products on you before releasing them to the market?
What would it take for you to accept being goop's personal guinea pig...
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>i'm not sure this candle smells exactly like your vagina. let me in there one more time.
yeah, i'd do it for free
you would have to test the buttplugs and naughty stuff too
her being my wife, loving me unconditionally besides this contract, and bearing my children
how come she aged so much better than reece whitherspoon. weren't they equals back in the day?
She's one of those women who can't shut the fuck up about their vagina.
I'd do it for free
neither can you, apparently
Goop magic
I'm not talking about my dick on national televison or making moulds of it for candles or founding a magazine dedicated to my dick.
Now that I'm writing and reading it, it does sound pretty based.
We need to bring back the patriarchy, I want statues of cocks in every city centre, cock banners on every building, little cock effigies for sale everywhere
Legs for days
We already have them, we're just more classy about it
imagine being this mad about "too much vagina"
>Look at me I'm so manly I'd rather see giant dicks everywhere
Seething roastie, the cock is all-powerful
This lady is the real life Boa Hancock. “You’ll forgive me because.....I’m beautiful”
>Look at me I'd rather see giant vaginas everywhere, reminding me how much I've lost my natural place as a man
>making moulds of it for candles
Surely this doesn't exist, on this planet, planet earth.
not going to lie this sounds like the start of a feminization interactive story I did the other day.
God thats what it would take, if they forced me to be a sexy women with new products they need to test like epilating cream and permanent make up
I met christian Bale at a family bbq, he was with his mum who lives in bournemouth. My auntie is friends with her. He was very arrogant and doesnt talk to others beyond hello.
no one believes me
Look at that depressed radiosack next to her wearing sneakers. Wtf.
Google the term "dick moulds for candles" it's a very real thing
>I met christian Bale at a family bbq
>He was very arrogant and doesnt talk to others beyond hello.
I find this hard to believe
not much, I already dream about being her footslave
reminder she keeps a big 70s bush
I could believe that
i would take one long lick from the arch of her right foot all the way up her leg to her sweet spot.
>goop I'm not sure this device is going to fit inside you
>get over here so we can test it
Im in.
I'm like this, especially at some wine aunts get together
Who the fuck do they think they are? Capeshitting faggot.
I saw Christian Bale at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.