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They were called children, you sick monster!View attachment 3357281
Fat Rick flaunts the results of his dark craft to all of the bots and pedos on his twitter, like a two-bit drug dealer on Snapchat flaunts his sticky-icky
I feel sorry for the poor Negro child who had to die for that picture.Fat Rick flaunts the results of his dark craft to all of the bots and pedos on his twitter, like a two-bit drug dealer on Snapchat flaunts his sticky-icky
I can't believe the FBI lets him openly taunt his many murder victim's family like this.View attachment 3357281
Fat Rick flaunts the results of his dark craft to all of the bots and pedos on his twitter, like a two-bit drug dealer on Snapchat flaunts his sticky-icky
Pour one out for DeShawn, age 7.I feel sorry for the poor Negro child who had to die for that picture.
You called them niggers, Patrick! And then you killed them! Allegedly!View attachment 3357281
Fat Rick flaunts the results of his dark craft to all of the bots and pedos on his twitter, like a two-bit drug dealer on Snapchat flaunts his sticky-icky
I see it more of a sub 90 IQ pedantic victory he is aiming for: his daughter has 2 loving parents currently looking after her and is thus not abandoned...and also her biological father, who abandoned her, is playing stupid pedantic games on twitter. He is sitting drunk again at Hooligan's. The chair underneath him trembles under his non-Euclidean weight. The trembles will certainly build so far as to amount to a violent tumble; the chairs failure, like many before it, was assured the moment Fatrick set his pigslit sights on it. Like Icarus, this fall was precipitated by a heretofore unparalleled amount of hubris.Pat is not legally allowed to say that the child he abandoned is his daughter or that said child exists.
In my neighborhood we say NiggletsThey were called children, you sick monster!
Imagine being a working class African American mother moving to Milwaukee to give your kid a better life, only for him to be ground into seasoned meat by an obese science fiction writer who put in his fence backwards. Imagine that poor black child, trapped in Fat's basement, his last sight is a man of unspeakable girth looming over him, sweating and grunting in a most porcine fashion. The last words he ever hears: "Pepperoni as always, little baby nigger child."View attachment 3357281
Fat Rick flaunts the results of his dark craft to all of the bots and pedos on his twitter, like a two-bit drug dealer on Snapchat flaunts his sticky-icky
That only happened dozens of times. Stop the embellishment!Imagine being a working class African American mother moving to Milwaukee to give your kid a better life, only for him to be ground into seasoned meat by an obese science fiction writer who put in his fence backwards. Imagine that poor black child, trapped in Fat's basement, his last sight is a man of unspeakable girth looming over him, sweating and grunting in a most porcine fashion. The last words he ever hears: "Pepperoni as always, little baby nigger child."
"It puts the seasoning on its skin, or else it gets my hose again."Imagine being a working class African American mother moving to Milwaukee to give your kid a better life, only for him to be ground into seasoned meat by an obese science fiction writer who put in his fence backwards. Imagine that poor black child, trapped in Fat's basement, his last sight is a man of unspeakable girth looming over him, sweating and grunting in a most porcine fashion. The last words he ever hears: "Pepperoni as always, little baby nigger child."
If one of the Rick spergs can find a photo with similar lighting, I can do a decent facemix.Someone, for the love of a non-overweight God, please do the face mix thing with this image and Rick's.
I wonder if Fatty ever met Dahmer. They called him the "Milwaukee Cannibal" but now there's another."It puts the seasoning on its skin, or else it gets my hose again."
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Having to be in pats gauche half home would make death a sweet releaseImagine being a working class African American mother moving to Milwaukee to give your kid a better life, only for him to be ground into seasoned meat by an obese science fiction writer who put in his fence backwards. Imagine that poor black child, trapped in Fat's basement, his last sight is a man of unspeakable girth looming over him, sweating and grunting in a most porcine fashion. The last words he ever hears: "Pepperoni as always, little baby nigger child."
When you consider the fact that Patrick has undoubtedly frequented Milwaukee's gay bars all of his life, the probabilities of such a meeting can only increaseI wonder if Fatty ever met Dahmer. They called him the "Milwaukee Cannibal" but now there's another.
Do you think he is so terrible at making his pepperoni that he uses an entire child per slice?I feel sorry for the poor Negro child who had to die for that picture.
Said Patrick, sighing effeminately as he stuffed the tiny, black leg into the meat grinder.
I think Patrick, with his 1.7 gpa doesn't understand that there is a statistical universe of data on kids getting raped in church and only 5 years of data that's desperately being covered up on kids at drag shows, so you can't actually reasonably compare the twoSaid Patrick, sighing effeminately as he stuffed the tiny, black leg into the meat grinder.