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PK loving SUBBAN posted:Hehe heh .... pole. quote:The couple struck a number of mournful poses for the TV news segment, including: "looking up and down the length of the monstrosity" heheheh heheh *eyes pop* BOOIOIOIOIOIIIINNNNG heheheheheheheheheh heheheh
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 21:48 |
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# ? Jun 13, 2024 00:49 |
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BEISBOL
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 21:49 |
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KoRMaK posted:Do u guys not like vale yard because they didn't show up to dashcon? What's the story rape apologia duTrieux. posted:can i anonymously quote a cliffs note version of this to people (so it doesn't get c/p-googled back to you unless of course you're okay with that i guess???) i c/p'd it myself my good man
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 21:59 |
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 21:59 |
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Valeyard posted:i need an interesting fact about meself, but there is none, so help me out goons you're a go-getter who works equally well alone or in a team, and you'll stay up as long as it takes to do what other people won't this is for a dating site, right?
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:08 |
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:15 |
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(USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST)
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:16 |
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you might like grace ciao's stuff if you haven't seen it already
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:23 |
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ahahaha
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:24 |
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hello old friend
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:24 |
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live action version of my av lookin good
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:25 |
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yep
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:27 |
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no ring, 1/5, etc
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:27 |
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thx now im fired from the goatse office (im goatse) (its a home office)
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:53 |
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:56 |
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i believe the goatse to be adequately censored
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 22:58 |
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Shaggar posted:BEISBOL how do you have the reflexes to not swing at that
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 23:01 |
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i'm ok with goatse but this deserves a probe
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 23:04 |
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beisbol men are known for their athleticism
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 23:05 |
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y'all should watch this even tho no one will cause its more than 30 seconds long https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQ41Y2Gp4io
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 23:07 |
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 23:28 |
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# ? Jun 25, 2015 23:29 |
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Kenny Logins posted:uh yeah dude covered this except they mentioned where it is 100 percent motivated by anti-semitic and anti-black turbo-racism UYD owns seatbelts
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 00:30 |
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 00:41 |
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King Hussein Obama I, flanked by his bodyguards, stepped out of his blinged Limoscalade and marched up the gold-lined marble steps of Washington Palace. It should have been a glorious day, yet under his heavy yet exquisite crown of carved human fetus-ivory his brow was ridged deeply as he silently brooded. Still, his posse, boomboxes on their shoulders, dance-walked up the steps, chains and gats jangling over the din as they grabbed their crotches. As his trusted associates T-Von and Mook-Mook the Bushman pushed open the grand organic farm-grown cruelty-free redwood doors paid for by his 95% tax rate, he stepped into the antechamber of the gold-domed palace. Outside, ShariaVentalism reigned, but in here his word was law, and all his white teen sex slaves cowered before his glare more than even the hemp whips of their latte-drinking tweeded atheist masters. He walked down the hallway toward his office and a prisoner in chains passed before him, lead by two turban-wearing Mexicans. He spotted the King and began shouting curses. "You loving fascist! I knew it! I knew it! I told them, but they wouldn't listen, that your health care platform was a slippery slope to all this! You won't get away with this! The will of the Free Market will not be denied!" "Seelenceo een the prezence of the Keeng, preesoner!" King Obama spotted a chance to improve his ill mood. "Bring him here. Good. Give me his file." The king looked over the prisoner's dossier. A long list of crimes against the state, and a repeat offender. "You'll never get away with this! Never!" "Hush now, Mr. Jack. We have ways of dealing with unruly sorts such as yourself." "Praise be to Allah, seenyor." "Peh! I spit at your torture! The Free Market gives me strength!" "Oh, no, not anything as gauche as torture." The King grabbed a syringe from the outstretched hand of one of his nearby breakdancing bodyguards, and plunged it into the man's helpless neck. "Now you are immune to rubella." Kyle's lingering, echoing screams of tormented horror brought a slight smile like a crack in Obama's stony brown face as he walked into his lavish velvet-lined office and shut the door behind him. He motioned for his bodyguards to leave the room, and he addressed the giant screens hanging over his desk. "Screen one on. Connect to Emperor bin Laden of Eurabia. Screen two: Hugo Chavez of the U.S.S.A.R.. Screen three: The High Elder of Zion." The three figures appeared live via satelite. "Gentlemen," began Obama darkly, "it's time to have...a conversation."
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 00:44 |
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Heather quaked in her Uggs. "He's spending HOW MUCH on a stimulus plan?!" All those billions, for what? The so-called middle class? No. Heather didn't ace her marketing seminar for nothing; she could see right through that slick packaging. She could see that the Middle Class was an incipient gestapo, a force of praetorians loyal not to America but to Obama and no one else. She could see them now, the thugs, with black sunglasses and black suits, rappelling from black helicopters, holding the lines in their strong black hands like the gnarled roots of strangler figs twined around strange ruins in darkest Africa, which America was becoming. Heather saw a leopard shatter the window of the Cold Stone Creamery with a mighty paw, an elephant stamping her Audi again and again, grinding its fine polished carapace into a tin smear, a python oozing up from the sewers to devour helpless white babies, and Heather screamed. But the vanguard of fauna couldn't hear her. They listened only to the mesmeric music of the Middle Class, played on hideous huge boomboxes so unlike the little pink iPod Nano Heather sported on an armband. The geologic thud of titan tom-toms made Heather's guts itch, and the fusillade of raucous vocals, in some degenerate dialect or maybe not even American at all, made Heather clutch her purse even tighter than when the troop of lemurs had poured out of Urban Outfitters to leer and gibber and clutch. The Middle Class and its bestial allies made their way through the shopping center, despoiling every luxury good, making GBS threads in every smoothie, smearing filth over every surface. One of the Middle Class paused in front of a handsome white Lincoln Navigator and let down his fly, revealing a tremendous penis that pissed magenta and lime spray paint. He scrawled shocking profanities all over the pristine vehicle while hyenas licked up the backsplash, and when he was finished he laughed and his phallus grew even larger, and he began swinging it wildly, battering the poor SUV into a shapeless heap. Throughout this ordeal Heather stood transfixed, immobile, only able to watch and scream as the horde overturned American civilization and pulled from the stinking earth beneath it the Law of the Jungle. But now she stumbled, her legs suddenly working, her screams suddenly audible, and every rampaging eye turned to pierce her. An ostrich smiled, revealing two perfect rows of platinum teeth. "Heather? Hey girl, you there?" Dylan's concerned face swum into view. The vision receded and Heather swallowed, feeling the pulse in her neck, faintly reminiscent of a pulsing beat playing while baboons shredded monogrammed towels in the Bed Bath & Beyond--no. Just your imagination. Heather emitted a wan smile. "Ha, yeah Dylan. That Obama, he just scares me, you know?" "Yeah, he's creepy. Did you hear who he appointed for the spy job? That Panetta guy?" In Heather's subconscious, a lion roared.
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 00:49 |
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EXTREMELY PRO CLICK https://vine.co/v/e59enWLhr2v
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:05 |
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triple sulk posted:EXTREMELY PRO CLICK i don't know what i'm looking at
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:21 |
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HAIL eSATA-n posted:i don't know what i'm looking at the knicks drafted a 7 foot whitebread european who has a very high skill ceiling but is a bit of an unknown and when he was selected that lil kid starts crying and takes a selfie
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:22 |
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it' looks like e's trying to take a picture but has his phone around the wrong way i guess
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:23 |
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triple sulk posted:the knicks wow nice racism
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:25 |
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triple sulk posted:EXTREMELY PRO CLICK Idgi?
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:26 |
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triple sulk posted:the knicks drafted a 7 foot whitebread european who has a very high skill ceiling but is a bit of an unknown and when he was selected that lil kid starts crying and takes a selfie Still dont get it. I guess i dont finding crying children that compelling
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:28 |
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5upIdmyBaIE
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:28 |
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i'm the pathetic sports obsession?
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:32 |
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EXTREMELY PRO CLICK https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATJ-7bGBul0
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:36 |
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these videos are incredibly neat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTc2iGQUdQw
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:39 |
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KoRMaK posted:did you miss the part where i said screener? its not a cam, duh. thats why its interesting. theres a 1080p version out there. yeah this checks out
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# ? Jun 26, 2015 01:41 |
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Boxturret posted:EXTREMELY PRO CLICK i am dubious of your claim after the last "pro" click posted in this thread
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echinopsis posted:where do u live
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