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How I imagine my first day working for Sam Hyde would be like
>Be me, 26 stealth troon
>I wake up, feeling groggy as I barely got any sleep
>Shower, brush my teeth, eat breakfast etc
>Debate on what to wear, settle on a generic top with a cardigan, skinny jeans, and some boots because I'm in my winter era
>I get my things and I leave the house
>Address is some unmarked warehouse in a weird location
>I get out of my car, collecting myself, and knock on the door
>Some fat guy a little older than me opened the door, reeking of weed
<Ahh, you must be anonette
>Spaced out, the guy looks at me, almost through me
<Come on in, the big guy wants to see you
>I enter the office, following the man. It's very messy, and smells kind of damp
>He takes me through an open room with a few people on their laptops
>Coming from a room to the side, Sam Hyde opens the door, talking with someone
>He looks at the guy and then me, and whispers something to the person he's talking to
as he leaves
<Woah, my stripper is super early today
>I look a bit embarrassed, the guy who let me tries to reminds Sam who I am
<Are you a tranny? You look like a tranny
>He comes closer to me, inspecting my face and proportions
<Is this Nick's idea of a prank?
>The guy I'm with, who I guess was the guy who recruited me, reminds Sam who I am
<Ahh, the new video editor
>He looks at me again, moving closer
<Did you get it cut off? I hate when they cut it off
>Flabbergasted by the situation, I try to collect myself
>Umm… umm… no
>He laughs, and looks to the guy
<Get xher to xhers workspace
>He looks at me again
<We're gonna be working veeeery closely together if you get what I mean
>He winks at me and goes back to his office
>The rest of the day is pretty uneventful
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>How I imagine my first day working for Sam Hyde would be like
>>Be me, 26 stealth troon
>>I wake up, feeling groggy as I barely got any sleep
>>Shower, brush my teeth, eat breakfast etc
>>Debate on what to wear, settle on a generic top with a cardigan, skinny jeans, and some boots because I'm in my winter era
>>I get my things and I leave the house
>>Address is some unmarked warehouse in a weird location
>>I get out of my car, collecting myself, and knock on the door
>>Some fat guy a little older than me opened the door, reeking of weed
><Ahh, you must be anonette
>>Spaced out, the guy looks at me, almost through me
><Come on in, the big guy wants to see you
>>I enter the office, following the man. It's very messy, and smells kind of damp
>>He takes me through an open room with a few people on their laptops
>>Coming from a room to the side, Sam Hyde opens the door, talking with someone
>>He looks at the guy and then me, and whispers something to the person he's talking to
>as he leaves
><Woah, my stripper is super early today
>>I look a bit embarrassed, the guy who let me tries to reminds Sam who I am
><Are you a tranny? You look like a tranny
>>He comes closer to me, inspecting my face and proportions
><Is this Nick's idea of a prank?
>>The guy I'm with, who I guess was the guy who recruited me, reminds Sam who I am
><Ahh, the new video editor
>>He looks at me again, moving closer
><Did you get it cut off? I hate when they cut it off
>>Flabbergasted by the situation, I try to collect myself
>>Umm… umm… no
>>He laughs, and looks to the guy
><Get xher to xhers workspace
>>He looks at me again
><We're gonna be working veeeery closely together if you get what I mean
>>He winks at me and goes back to his office
>>The rest of the day is pretty uneventful
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nigger poop
№16402143[Quote]
what does this mean, op
№16402144[Quote]
extreme peace flopped
№16402175[Quote]
wordsalot is this you?