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@A Crying Goblin

:slayer: Okay fine, We're inferior to Germanic people. We are Mongoloid and Turkic admixture. We're some of the most Niggerish people in Europe. I don't deserve a Blonde Germanic girlfriend because none of them would want to fuck my short ugly Slavic ass. NOW PLEASE DELETE THE FUCKING THREAD.
 
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I have been stockpiling memes and negative reactions in my basement in case of brutal Kiwi Civil War.

This is the type of investigative autism I love to see.

Agree with you but are you really that allergic to saying Israel

another one, I found it while trying to find the gangnam style cover of "Bomb Tel Aviv"

As you can see from figure 2, acting like a fat faggot with bitch tits online poses a greater threat to your heart than being an obese diabetic nigger does.
 
"Your ass is more important than my whole family. Your ass better than my family."
"I worship your ass. I worship your ass. I worship your ass. I worship your ass. I worship your ass. I worship your ass."
"Wait where is ur ass. I must lick it now. Before I poop on u"
"I will rape you and ur bible"
"It's holy ass. Holy Christian ass. White ass"
Woof woof

- Salah Al-Refae, Foodie Beauty's husband, in texts he sent to a fan
 
You will not eat the pugs.

Here at the Church of Pat we accept stalker children from all walks of life, regardless if you are a well known author or a first name bunch of numbers. Partake in communion with us as we create cracker sandwiches in Pat's honor.

This Walmart brand Ritz cracker represents our earthly bonds, fragile and salty, which we break as he broke his own bonds.
This homemade pepperoni represents his flesh, ample and sweet, which we eat to honor those sacrificed for Pat.
This Wisconsin cheddar represents his fat, buttery and mild, which we eat so we may be fat like him.

Wipe your mouth with the sacramental Scott paper towel and take this red Solo cup filled with Pabst because it was on sale. Please open up your Bibbles to Book 1 of Children of a Dead Earth, turn to chapter 7 and may we all enjoy prison this Sunday morning.

When the nigger/zombie/whatever apocalypse happens, you can be sure that the survivors will be carrying an SKS and they will be worth their weight in gold.

Alpacaust II: Electric Boogaloo is about to begin.

I woke up in a cold sweat and upset from a nightmare this morning.

Now I can go back to bed with a smile on my face looking forward to a different kind of nightmare, albeit this one more entertaining.

Jack knows only three vegetables: salsa, pizza, and tortilla chips.

Choose better friends, you sedative requiring jetpack junkie.

Troll or retardation? You decide.
 
Not to get too deep into the golden age of preversion, but I remember when there was a wholeass movie theater for pron near me, where if you wanted to see film of people fucking, you actually had to go and buy a ticket and sit there in a theater with a bunch of other fapping men.

They tore it down and built a Whole Foods.

Very sad cultural loss.
 
I have never been put in the position of operating an implanted erectile device for recreational purposes, but there is no way my internal monologue could be anything but "EEEEEErecting a dispenser *clang* *clang* *clang*" with every pump.

I would still try my best to appear erotically involved, for etiquette's sake.
 
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