Why does he hate white people so much?

Because his mom only liked black dick (true story) so he always felt inferior

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Nom nom

>>82539936

he grew up around a lot of black people

>>82539936
it's a black male thing

burn the coal pay the toll

https://twitter.com/joerogan/status/279323648492453889?lang=en

>>82539936
Because he's white and he hates himself. Say what you will about Jordan Peele but Get Out but the movie accurately portrays the deluded dissonant mindset of many white liberals
> dude I'm White and rich but I invent a system of mind control so I can live in a strong black bodies and live forever but still be an oppressed servant
White liberals actually fantasize about the shit, it's cuckolding taken to another level

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mzqahILpAs

>>82539936
He was an usher right?
Prob white people prank him too much with ol' popcorn-soda trap.

>>82540151
I forgot this picrure existed

>>82539989
yeah pretty much this

>>82540750

Based dingusposter

>>82540964

I couldn't finish this.

>>82539989
>>82540180
Wouldn't that make him racist against blacks?

>>82541111
No, it made him want to BE black for acceptance

>>82540750

Even my normie as fuck friends thought this was over the top and tasteless as fuck.

>>82541150
Kek, how does that even happen? I grew up in an all white neighbourhood, and the ~12 blacks at my uni was enough to redpill me

Is he slowly transforming into Michael Moore?

>>82539936
Im pretty sure he's the son of a cuckold

>>82541201
You should watch the video of him on B.E.T
He tries talking like a black person in front of a room full of black people.

Its ultimate cringe kino

>>82540236
Fuck you i wanted to be the one to say that.

>>82539989
So he's /ourguy/?

>>82541185
and that's why they are normies, like you.
10/10 movie or should I say 8/8

>>82541053
ive never been able to

>>82540151
I feel this is illegal so how

UNO

>>82541420
Thats because its the leg of a child.
Quentin is a sick man

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>>82541355

>Hateful Eight
>10/10

>>82541369
hey quentin uno farto

>>82540151

Holy fuck. But who was leg?

>>82541450
Would not doubt that

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>>82539936
What the fuck happened to him man? I know getting old is one thing, but it's like he's turning into an over-sized half melted wax figure instead of actually growing old.

He always looked weird sure, but he had unique and aesthetically sharp features back in the 90's, and now he's gone full JUST

Maybe something happened to him in prison.......

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>>82541614
>that thousand yard stare

JUST.....

Why do I feel like his mom isn't the only one who got the BBC on a regular basis back then...

He has no father.

Black men befriended him while his dad went for cigarettes.

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>>82539936
why is Quentin so based bros?

>>82541614
>>82541672
What did he go to prison for?

>>82541936
That is from dusk till dawn

>>82541936
I think it was for not showing up to court for multiple traffic violations, then he had an outstanding warrant for like 2 years or something before he got caught

He talked about it on talk shows back in the 90's

>>82539936
who doesnt?

>>82542017
I can hear your dreidal spinning from here fucking kike.

>"i didn't go to white school. i went to white"

>>82541804

>not the leader
>doesnt do kung fu
>not a demolition expert
>literally who
>not a knife

wew

>>82539936
He didn't have a father and his whore mother fucked a bunch of black guys who acted like a string of surrogate father figures.

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>>82540964

Why didn't anyone stop him?

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>>82539936
He's a mythologist, and so his stories require a simple and all-encompassing myth.

https://youtu.be/cu3FJPZfdE8

>>82542045
im a slav, actually

fuck whitey

>>82541804
Not one of those sync up.

>>82540151

it shows

>>82540151
lel why do we hate this guy again

>>82542509
>hate
>implying
>obsession with black cocks
>balding
>autistic af
>foot fetish
he's definetly /ourguy/ though

UNO FARTO 4:17

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48a6ZS7jJQ0&t=226s

>>82540151
Feet were built for sexy, what's wrong with this?

————— Forwarded message —————
From: [redacted]
Date: Mon, Jun 13, 2011 at 11:24 PM
Subject: I meet Quentin Tarantino, hilarity ensues
To: [redcated]
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Friendsicles,

You are either getting this e-mail because I've promised I would tellyou this story and haven't yet, you're besties with someone I used to hook up with, or because my need for attention and adulation has reached such an all time high that I decided to pick 15 of you at random to listen to this story (most likely explanation), but all the same, below is the (in)famous but true story of how I met Quentin Tarantino... [redacted] and [redacted], I'll be expecting your short film script of this in my inbox in the next couple of weeks...

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011:

Get a BBM at 8 in the morning from my friend [redacted] telling me we're going to a party in "the Hills" that night because the Yankees were in town. But this party now presents a conundrum as a) I didn't know people partied on Wednesdays because I'm uncool and b) I had just run out of clean underwear and hadn't shaved my legs in three days, so I wasn't really in a "party" sort of place. (what's that you say? You're surprised I'm single?) However, after being told to grow a pair, I decided to join the girls after work for this fiesta.

Party time rolls around that evening and despite being a Wednesday, and based on how many trashy girls in short dresses there are, it looks like the inside of any club in Las Vegas has vomited inside this music producer's home. Minus all the hordes of Asians you get in real Las Vegas. I spend my first hour at this party irritated at having to even be there, and then telling the Yankees picture Joba Chamberlain how he'll never be as great as my beloved Brian Wilson. I think he may have called me a lesbian as I was walking away, but I guess you can't blame him since I did choose to wear pants. Anyways, I digress.

>>82542949
Heading back inside, bored out of mind, I look over and notice Jamie Foxx and Quentin Tarantino have joined the melee. Joy. Two more people at this party who could not give a shit about who I am. I go back to texting in the corner while stuffing my face with a hot dog.

About an hour later I'm making a drink and realize the pasty tall fellow pouring orange juice into my glass is the man himself, QT.

Realizing I kind of have to go for at it this point, in all my nerd glory blurt out: "I'm sure everyone tells you this but I fucking loved Reservoir Dogs. I watched it when I was 11 for my school newspaper, and it's badass." He starts laughing, thanks me, pleasantries are exchanged about how I was clearly a fucked up 11 year old for watching Reservoir Dogs, and we start what appears it might be a delightful little chat about film. Until this happens:

Quentin: Wow so you really loved Reservoir Dogs, huh? Which of my other films do you like? (this blatant arrogance is the type of douchebaggery that really gets my gourd about Hollywood, so now my film boner has turned to film hate fuck, and I feel the need to cheekily undermine Quentin.)
Me: Oh wow. You know, I really didn't like Kill Bill...
Quentin: What? What do you mean? 1 or 2?
Me: Ehh, a little bit of both. I just didn't care for them.
Quentin: Wow...I don't think anyone has said that to my face about my seminal films.
Me: Perhaps it's because you call them your seminal films. Shouldn't you wait for someone else to say that?
Quentin: You know, you've got a mouth on you. I like that.

At this point, QT puts an arm around me and I'm acutely aware that Quentin Tarantino has an arm around me. As are my four friends, who are all looking at me as if I have grown a second head. To be fair, I am easily the most uncool out of all my friends (I go to Q's in Brentwood four nights a week), so the fact that anyone even mildly famous wants to speak to me is pretty shocking. He's chatting with my friends and I like it's no big deal, I am pretending like this happens every night of my life, and out of nowhere he leans in for the makeout. Yes. True story. I am pulling a frat move and making out in a crowded kitchen with Quentin Fucking Tarantino. I cannot stop laughing AS this is happening, mainly because I see my friends [redacted] and [redacted] literally gag behind Quentin's head, and I really am doing this for the story at this point. We make out some more, take a walk, keep making out, get more drinks, lather, rinse, repeat. Believe me when I say I'm not bragging, because..well...have you looked at a photo of Quentin Tarantino recently?

At some point in our public makeout, Jamie Foxx comes over and without acknowledging me goes, "Yo QT, ready to roll?" Quentin looks at me and says "Want to come to my house?" Ummmmmm...fuck yes? We get in an SUV and off we go. As I'm in the car though, I realize two things:

1) Making out with Quentin Tarantino is a great story, but there is no way I plan on putting out, and 2) This is a director who makes up fucked up films for a living, there is a 23% chance he could Phil Spektor me, and I'm definitely not ready to die. But alas, I'm already in the car and we're off.

We get to the house, which is gorgeous, and Jamie Foxx takes off with his lady friend (I try to say bye to him and he doesn't even look at me. Jamie Foxx could not have given 2 shits who I was. This is probably karma because I snuck into a screening of Ray in 2004 with my black boyfriend who worked at AMC at the time, instead of buying a ticket). Which leaves me and QT alone in his bar. I spot a photo booth and immediately realize that we must take photos, if for nothing else, proof that this story even happened. (Because I know at least 7 of you right now think I'm still lying, and are pissed you had to read this much. It gets even better, I promise!!) We get a few good photo strips, which I immediately buried at the bottom of my purse lest he take them from me, and go on talking about film. (For you film geeks, this was a great conversation that led to QT cutting me a trailer of my five favorite bad movies, but for sake of some semblance of brevity, I will leave that aside for another day)

After a lengthy film discussion, Quentin suggests we head to bed, which is the point where I really start panicking. I have stalled for a good long time but the makeouts were really losing their appeal because you can only be sweated on so much, and we were getting closer to the moment of truth on whether I'd have to put out or not. The makeout continues for a while longer, and I'm really getting nervous about where the night may lead, kicking myself over not pretending to be more drunk and "passing out", and wishing he'd turn the damn lights off so that he won't notice that I'm wearing Hanes Her Way underwear the size of Canada that I bought at CVS that morning because my life is really just that sad and pathetic.

We make out some more, there's a little below the belt action that I try to avoid, as QT has the most unattractive penis I have ever seen (short. fat. nub-like. The chode of all chodes. Boys, those junior high pamphlets are lying when they say that all shapes and sizes are normal. Lying.) Just as I'm about to hyperventilate over the fact that he may try to put that horrific bodily implement anywhere near my Britney, he leans over and goes "Hey..."

I know this "Hey." This is the "Hey, should I get a condom?" hey that accompanies 20 minutes of ungratifying sex. As I'm trying to rapidly think of ways I can agent myself out of this deal, I hear what is without a doubt, the strangest question in the history of my life.

Quentin Tarantino asks, "Can I suck on your toes while I jerk off?"

What. The. Fuck.

Many of you may have seen this coming, as his foot fetish is WELL documented, but for some of us who spend more time watching Kate Hudson than we do Quentin Tarantino, this was a huge shock. On top of that, I don't even like weird sex habits! A saucy hookup for me is on the foot of the bed, instead of on a pillow. Someone tried to talk me into a threesome once and I cried for an hour. Having someone ask to fellate my feet while rubbing one out was a world I was not prepared for.

ut desperate times call for desperate measures, and I realized this just might be my get out of jail free card on the whole chode in vag issue. After some negotiations about how I would not partake in any of the hand job action were nailed down, I begrudgingly acquiesced.

(And by begrudgingly, I realized I didn't have to shtup the dude and said sure why not in about 0.03 seconds) And thus began the weirdest ten minutes of my life - having my feet made out with by an Oscar winning filmmaker while he pleasured himself. Truth be told, it wasn't so bad. I didn't have to do anything (a nice bonus, since I am undoubtedly the laziest person in bed, which some of you can attest to), no bodily secretions were ejected anywhere near me or my feet (thank god, because I imagine it would feel like walking in sand with wet I fucking hate that), and just as I hoped, we went to bed right after.

In the morning, I snooped through Quentin's belongings while he was in the bathroom and now know his e-mail address. He fooled around with my feet one more time (this time without asking, which I found rude), and then drove me back to [redacted]'s apartment in [redacted] and that was that.

Most insane experience of my life, and without a doubt, probably the best story I will ever get to tell. Those of you who know me well know of my love of hyperbole, so I'm actually rather sad that I won't get to use "best story ever!!!" when talking about how I scored a free topping at Yogurtland anymore, but I suppose for Quentin I can make an exception. I'll try not to forget all of you little people when my feet and I make our meteoric race (foot pun intended) to the top of the A-List soon.

Till then, I've attached our photo booth photos for those of you who think I still just have a vivid imagination...and yes, he does look like Frankenstein.

Love,
[redacted]

>>82542949
>>82542991
>>82543072
>>82543119
>>82543147
this was that indian famewhore who deliberately catfished him just so she can have a celebrity story.

pretty pathetic tbqh.

>>82542045
white people was a mistake.

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>>82543197
Yep.

Footfags are the worst.

>>82543699
What a mean thing to say.

>>82543699
rude

Can someone explain the uno farto thing or link it? I've tried google.

>>82543870
>>82542641

>>82541201
Is different when you are a kid. At that age children's brains are less developed and more impressionable.

That why ppl become degenerates when exposed to that shit when too young.

>>82543648
>>82543197
>be millionare director.
>can't even properly fuck a random 2/10.

I believe he is the pathetic loser though.

he wants to be black. he's obsessed with their culture. got a fuckin ebonics dictionary and shit

>>82544262
>I believe he is the pathetic loser though.

Nah, that'd be all of us.