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>WHERE WE PLAY NOTHING BUT RAGE OINKS, EMPTY THREATS, AND PROMISES OF PRISON
He's trying to poetically say he doesn't lie. The subtext is that he's a faggot.
In his defence, he is French.
Reed Richards has flying cars and keeps them to himself, Doom made flying cars for all Latverians. You just can't talk shit about him.
I have no idea how I found this place, but I'm glad I did.

*edit: actual schizo grammar
 
Every time I check this thread I thank God almighty I was not born an autogynephile. I am sure my family feels the same.

the 1st amendment doesn't protect the right to watch interracial tranny porn

I don't get why he cries about getting bullied when he voluntarily goes out and does shit like this. What does he think is going to happen?

The man who sews legs back on with basketball needles would definitely be clever enough to use tampons to plug a gun wound, come on now.

He really thinks that backwards baseball cap makes him look youthful. God he’s retarded.

BITCH TITS CONFIRMED

His eyes scream “sex pest”.

This is why you'll never sport such a sweet set of bitch tits.

Now, I don't know what clued me in but something about these comments just radiated nigger energy

It would be hilarious if they weren't so fucking smug about their horrifying culinary practices and indignant in their ignorance.
It's still hilarious.

I don't need to scan your brain to tell you you're fucking retarded

"I'm not gay I just like mens dicks in my rectum"

If I became enough of a joke my haters would fly across the globe to stalk me I’d probably just end it

That's classic beer gut and alcoholic bloat. His liver is giving up on him and I can't say I blame it.
 
Holy fucking shit. I want to bang Android Raptor so goddamn bad. I can't stand it anymore. Every time I go to her account page I get a massive erection. I've seen literally every photo post there is of her here. My dreams are nothing but constant fucking sex with Android Raptor. I'm sick of waking up every morning with six nuts in my boxers and knowing that those are nuts that should've been busted deep inside of Android Raptor lesbian pussy. I want her to abort my babies.

Fuck, Null caught me gooning to her posts again. I made a collage of them and went to fucking town. He hasn't said a word to me in 10 hours and I'm worried he's gonna ban me. I might not ever get to see Android Raptor again.
 
Bane's voice literally made me tear up, it was so bloody hilarious. Bane truly lived in a society. Baneposting is so goddamn funny. Bane couldn't breathe. Then again, it might be the mask. For you. It's been 8 years. I miss all of you, baneposters. It feels like this was all just yesterday. The fire rises. Don't frown that it's gone. Smile that it happened. Some of us are still around. Perhaps the real Wreckage Brothers were the friends we made along the way.

I really think about Baneposting every day. Every time I see a large male, every time I think about a plane, every time somebody mentions the CIA, every time somebody asks about a mask, every time I weigh on the scale, every time somebody mentions they want to be a doctor, every time somebody says they're not their friends, every time somebody mentions loyalty, every time somebody mentions Batman.

Holy shit. It's a part of me now. This scene is a big guy for me, and taking over my brain must have been a part of its plan. Of course, Bravo Nolan you're a real human being and a true detective. I don't know what to do anymore. I wake up in the middle of the night and immediately yell FOR YOU! I just can't help it. Every dream I can remember for the past 6 months has had to do with this fucking scene. Even if it's just the faintest sound of the plane. Oh my God. Please save me. Somebody. I can't take it. My life is crashing with no survivors.

Oh, and to the Sneedposters: You don't get to bring friends.
 
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You're not a woman, or any other kind of adult, until you have bedsheets on your bed. If you're sleeping on a bare mattress and you're not a drug addict or institutionalized, you're some kind of fat and wriggling human pupa still waiting to either become an adult or be eaten by a bird.
 
"Trannies!" I shriek, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! --here, here! --it is the FLAPPING OF HIS PROLAPSED RECTUM!"
I really want to know what they think of these men- must be awful having them waddle in and scream that their hole is wrong
was like watching an intellectually disabled monkey assemble a linear accelerator. Not even a mildly delayed ape, but a legitimately mentally retarded monkey.
Even though the Kiwi Farms is well known for being sexual deviants that raped one of your online friends while shouting Kiwi Farms slogans at her.
God hates Weens
 
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