bradchadpitt
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I grew up upper middle class (parents made a decent amount) and I went to a private school and when I would go to my white friends' homes I met some of their older sisters and I was honestly in love with those high class Elizabeths and Emilys and Lauras. Having a social circle full of upper middle class privately educated white guys has led me to meet plenty of well educated, slightly mid 6/10 brunette white women who are horseback riders and go on a yearly trip to a swiss ski village to take pics for their privated instagram accounts. In their parents' countryside mansions they have an aga oven and a swimming pool that their white pretty boy brunette french crop/broccoli hairstyle tall skinny boyfriends have probably fucked them in when their parents are not there.
Despite being sent to a £20k per year private school and having tutors paid for, poor old Emily is too stupid to get into Oxford and thought she would be able to wing the interview with her posh rah rah accent. Little does she know how woke and diverse these institutions have become and simply coming from a rich family isn't enough now for poor old Emily, unlike when her father attended. She ends up doing english literature with a year abroad at the usual posh reject university circle like Durham or Exeter or UCL. Obviously she has to do the year abroad to get fucked by international chad. She hangs out in that cliquey posh white "we're better than you" uni social circle full of privately educated white guys and girls, with the token gay self-hating whitewashed Indian guy that is the punching bag and butt of all the jokes. Emily's boyfriend Henry is far away at Cambridge and so she obviously cheats on him with her sneaky link BBC who is in her lecturers (and in her guts don't tell Henry).
These posh white girls go to the races and have the whitest weddings you'll see in your life and dance to every ABBA song ever made. They give terrible toothy blowjobs and are always envious of that super hot white girl from a working class background. They go out clubbing during freshers but then don't bother anymore because they don't want to associate with the plebs and are too 'mature' for it.
I wish I had a 6/10 mid brunette white woman from an upper class background I could dance with to Voulez-Vouz in our chateau and live happily ever after with our french bulldog and our spoilt bratty kids that we never see because the maid raises them.
What a life. Unfortunately I'll never get to experience that because I'm a shitskin brown Indian guy and her great-great grandfather probably whipped my great-great grandfather 150 years ago so that imperialist mindset is too strong for her to overcome and so she sees me as less worthy than the dirt on the bottom of her YSL heels.
Despite being sent to a £20k per year private school and having tutors paid for, poor old Emily is too stupid to get into Oxford and thought she would be able to wing the interview with her posh rah rah accent. Little does she know how woke and diverse these institutions have become and simply coming from a rich family isn't enough now for poor old Emily, unlike when her father attended. She ends up doing english literature with a year abroad at the usual posh reject university circle like Durham or Exeter or UCL. Obviously she has to do the year abroad to get fucked by international chad. She hangs out in that cliquey posh white "we're better than you" uni social circle full of privately educated white guys and girls, with the token gay self-hating whitewashed Indian guy that is the punching bag and butt of all the jokes. Emily's boyfriend Henry is far away at Cambridge and so she obviously cheats on him with her sneaky link BBC who is in her lecturers (and in her guts don't tell Henry).
These posh white girls go to the races and have the whitest weddings you'll see in your life and dance to every ABBA song ever made. They give terrible toothy blowjobs and are always envious of that super hot white girl from a working class background. They go out clubbing during freshers but then don't bother anymore because they don't want to associate with the plebs and are too 'mature' for it.
I wish I had a 6/10 mid brunette white woman from an upper class background I could dance with to Voulez-Vouz in our chateau and live happily ever after with our french bulldog and our spoilt bratty kids that we never see because the maid raises them.
What a life. Unfortunately I'll never get to experience that because I'm a shitskin brown Indian guy and her great-great grandfather probably whipped my great-great grandfather 150 years ago so that imperialist mindset is too strong for her to overcome and so she sees me as less worthy than the dirt on the bottom of her YSL heels.
