À mon amour Furioso...
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do yall understand boomer language?! 
Ok boomer, I've actually had enough of your talking. You should contemplate life and lay off the Monsters. The thought of you having a heart attack brings a huge smile to my face. You have no idea how much the world wants you to die. Stop trying to relate to everyone because you are old, wrinkly, and lonely. Somalispot doesn't care. Discord doesn't care. Not even Instagram cares. The only people that will "care " are you fellow boomers that act nice for the internet. Go look at minion memes, clean your glasses, and argue with sensible people about vaccines and climate change. You are in the wrong side of the internet. Try seeing a therapist and get that massive hole in your head that you and your so-called "friends " filled with nonsensical bullshit cleared. You will die alone. You should've died many years before now. I am a bot, and this action was preformed automatically
Hey SSpot the other day my boomer (60M) father walked in on me(20F) masturbating to gay hentai midget (25M) and (23M). He (60M) proceeded to yell and threaten to beat me so I checked his(60M) white male privilege by shitting in his(60M) coffee and killing his dog (7 M) which was a pit bull btw ( most minorities are killed by straight white pit bulls) so am I( 20F) the asshole?
TL:DR I shit in a 60 year old man’s coffee for being racist so Am I the asshole?
TL:DR I shit in a 60 year old man’s coffee for being racist so Am I the asshole?
General Asad
And What Is Not There Is Always More Than There.
Im a man with a near genius iq who was nearly beaten to death. Im the man whos killed before and isnt afraid to beat a . Im the man with nothing left to lose. Im a man who knows heroin dealers and ex cons who chop niggas up for the price of a forty. Theyll take youre hands and feet and stuff them in a grain cutters blades and leave you showing your bloody stumps. Crying to mommy and daddy. Im owed favors from the sicilians to the sioux underground. I hang around gang members for fun. People youd shit yourself around. As for my mental illness youre right. Im crazy. I cant think straight. I dont control myself. I may end up mentally snapping. I might just track you down and do something rash to you and your family. And id get away with it too, because im just a sick man who needs help. No one would blame me. I dont know what im doing if i take youre youngest relative and eats her or him before smearing the runts blood all over me. i grew up on the streets. You grew up sheltered. You wouldnt know the real world if it was 10 inches up your ass
Remember. I know where you live. One phone call and youre a dead man.
I'm a boomer comedian and i HATE my WIFE and KIDS use too much PHONE. KIDS use PHONE like WIFE eats BURGER. AND these KIDS hate reading BOOK as much as I HATE my WIFE. MY STUPID WIFE. i HATE my WIFE. MY STUPID STUPID WIFE. AND KIDS be on TOO MUCH PHONE. I HATE WIFW and PHOEN!!!
General Asad
And What Is Not There Is Always More Than There.
i tell you kids, back in my day, we had it so rough... or so much better, i can't tell anymore. anyway, every day, we would wake up at 2 in the morning and go to the table for breakfast. we all lived in a closet, you see, so it was one room. and we would ask, me and my 64 brothers and 27 sisters, "what's for breakfast mum?". she would smack us all with a shoe and say "cold beans". and if we complained and said "but we had cold beans yesterday" - because we had cold beans every day - she would smack us all five times with a shoe and say "tough its all we can afford. i'm trying to feed a family of 93 with just half a silver buckington", a silver buckington was about the same as half a penny back in the day. then we would head to school. we met up with the johnson kids from down the road, and walked the 1674 miles to school. on the way to school, we had to walk up a mountain so tall it extended to outer space. when we got to the top of the mountain, we would see the peterson boys on their fancy bikes - which they dont make like they used to, and we would race them down the mountain. then, when we got to school at 4 in the morning, the headmaster would come up to us and say "you bloody kids are late", then he would smack us all with the cane 10 times and tell us we had 7 years of detention. then, we went to class, and mr stevenson would say "ok line up kids", then he would spank us each 60 times, then hit us each with the cane 40 times each. then it was 7 at night and we had to walk home. then, when we got home, we'd ask "whats for dinner mum?", and she'd smack us each 50 times with a pan and say "rotten cabage". and if we complained, she would smack us each 100 times with a broom and say "im trying to feed a family of 154 on just one islet sliver, just you wait until your dad gets home" - now an islet silver was worth about as much as a grain of sand. then, when our dad got home from his job at the soot factory, he would hit us all 180 times with his belt. if we had been naughty, we would hit us all another 600 times. then, at 1:58, mum would say "ok time for bed". then, we got into our potato sacks, and she would hit us each with a shoe 8 times before we went to sleep. on saturdays, we went down to uncle bob's farm to work. we would have to walk 345 miles to the bus stop, then catch the route 4 bus for 56 stops. we would get on the bus and pay our fare of 3 teddy roses - now a teddy rose is worth about the same as a flake of skin. then, if the ticket inspector came to us, he would hit us all 4 times with his baton. if any of us had lost our ticket, we would hit us all 10 times again and throw us off the bus and we had to walk the rest of the way. when we got to the farm, uncle bob would drive to the gate in his tractor, hit us all 780 times with his crowbar, and tell us to get in his trailer so he could drive us to the farm house. then, we had to plow the fields with a toothbrush in the blazing summer heat - now, they dont make summers like they used to, so it was about 1345.4 degrees spencer, or 67 degrees centigrade using your new-fangled metric system. then, we would have to milk the cows - now, they dont make cows like they used to, so each cow weighed about 459 hog's heads, or 3.2 tonnes in your new-fangled metric system. if you touched a cows udder, it would kick you and you would die, so you had to be really careful when you milked the cows. then, when we were done, uncle bob would say "ok kids time for your pocket money". he would give us each 9 copper jemimahs - which are worth about one political promise each - and beat us each 6 times with his tractor before we left. on sundays, we would meet the johnson boys and go down to the river - now, they don't make rivers like they used to, so this river was about as wide as the whole of america, and as deep as the marianas trench, and it was filled with liquid tungsten. we would play by the old oak tree near the river, climbing on it and building tree houses and such. now - they don't make trees like they used to, so this tree had a trunk as thick as a city, and was tall enough that the branches on the top could scrape the moon. one day, little jimmy fell from the top of the tree. when he hit the ground, the only bit of his body we could recognise was his left eyeball. we picked up all his bits and rushed him to the doctors surgery. dr james said "oh its just a scratch little jimmy dont worry pop a plaster on it and you'll be right" and he gave little jimmy a plaster and a lollipop and he was ok. after we finished playing by the river, we would go into town and get some candy. now, back in the day, you could give the shopkeeper one bronze winglet - which is worth about as much as a ciggarette butt - and he would give you the entire stock of the store. so we would go and get our candy, and we'd go into the town square and eat it. now, we didn't have any of your fancy food laws back in the day, so there was all kinds of stuff in our candy. bleach, lsd, ecstasy, you name it. so we would always get a little hyper after our candy. one day, when we were hyper, we went up the mr boris's car, the only car in the town, and touched it. as we touched it, we saw dad storming down the street holding his belt. "you kids, having fun while i work all day in the soot factory just so you can have grilled water for tea every night, i oughta smack you all". we were sure he was going to smack us, but then he said "no, i got a better idea, ill take you to see mr henderson, he'll set ya right". now, dad had told us about mr henderson. mr henderson was a veteran from the great war, where he got a really bad injury, but we never knew what it was. dad walked us all down to the pub, and we saw a left testicle propped up on a pegleg. "mr henderson," said dad, "i have some kids here who need a good whooping". then, mr henderson picked up the entire pub, and hit us each 4006 times with it. then, dad said "right, i gotta go back to the soot factory, you kids run on home now". now, by now it was 1pm, which meant it was curfew. while we were walking out of the town square, we heard a man shout "oi you bloody kids, its curfew". we turned around and saw the constable holding his baton. he hit us each 160265 times with his baton, then put us in gaol for 60123865 years. now - they don't make gaols like they used to - this one had 5 mile thick steel walls, and a single hole in the top let in some light. we were in there for about 13526 years, until mum baked the constable some cardboard pie so he would let us out. then, she hit us all 1292 times with a washboard, and grounded us for the rest of our lives. so don't you come complaining to me about nonsense like not being able to breathe or not being able to feel your legs.
son, there ain't
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thatissixfuckinghundreds and he never once vaped. The man smokedsomemadcigars because he wasntthe pussyyou are⁉
⁉ he lived to be because he kept it and killed everyvapingfuckerhesaw so in the spiritof me good ol pa, I thinkyou should kys they have vapes in hellandit'slitfor unintelligent vaping hooligans like yourself
General Asad
And What Is Not There Is Always More Than There.
son, there ain't
I sexually Identify as an Vape. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of ripping phat clouds over vape city dropping churros vape liquid on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a vape is Impossible and I’m fucking retarded but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a plastic surgeon install a 70w vape mod with organic churro flavours on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me “Ethan vapeberry" and respect my right to vape from above and rip phat clouds needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a vapephobe and need to check your vape privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
What the darn-diddily-doodily did you just say about me, you little witcharooney? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at Springfield Islamic College, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret mission trips in Capital City, and I have over 300 confirmed quransaars. I’m the top converter in the entire Dugsi. You are nothing to me but just another heathen. I will cast your sins out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in Heaven, mark my diddily-iddilly words. You think you can get away with saying that blasphemy to me over the Internet? Think again, friendarino. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of evangelists across Springfield and your IP is being traced by God right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggorino. The storm that wipes out the diddily little thing you call your life of sin. You’re going back to dugsi kiddily-widdily. God can be anywhere, anytime, and he can turn you to the athaan in infinite ways, and that’s just with his bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in preaching to nonbelievers, but I have access to the entire quran collection of the Springfield Islamic centre and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your sins away off the face of the continent, you diddily-doo satan-worshipper. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you from the Heavens, maybe you would have held your darn-diddily-fundgearoo tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re clean of all your sins, you widdillo-skiddily neighborino. I will read the strongest ruqyah on you, till you start singing wild thoughts by Rihanna. You’re farn-foodily- flank-fiddily reborn, kiddo-diddily.
The sweetest post I’ve seen all day. I felt your love for me just from a gif. You hold the key to my heart always
sambuusi
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Okay first of all, WHOAA this dress is cute! Dolls Kill or not, you look super cute Lindy. Second of all you all are disgusting. Im her neighbor and I took her phone because she told me people were being really ugly and I wanted to see. I don't want to add this group to my page to individually tell off every one of you ugly girls but i'm going to tell you right here and right now: I do not like people trash talking my friend. Lindy told me rules 4 and 5 in this group's rules to join are to be friendly and not bully. If anyones running this page they need to get you cackling hens out of here asap because you've torn into somebody for wearing a fucking Care Bear dress. It was her birthday on Tuesday and she wanted to treat herself. You should be ashamed of yourselves. You are acting like she came in waving the confederate flag and spouting nazi shit, she literally showed a picture of herself wearing a Care Bear dress and you all lost your shit. How unstable do people have to be to do that? You don't know this person, but you decided to automatically judge her, target her and pick on her and take away her joy over something she wanted to share with everyone in a group about cute things all because of a BRAND you don't like. How fucking pathetic!!! And for those of you saying shes playing a victim and starting shit- for what!!! She stated that she knows some people don't like Dolls Kill but that's okay, because she showing acceptance for anyone who didn't like Dolls Kill, and she's being understanding, which some of you know nothing about, while also being accepting of herself and posting how much she liked the dress! How ghetto and trashy do you have to be to make what she said, a fight? How mean do you have to be to say she's playing a victim?? What the f*ck?? What's the matter with you? This picture wouldn't have got over 100 hearts and likes if she was doing something wrong. Kawaii my ass, you are gossipy, mean spirited, judgemental jerks that need to be put in your place. And from the responses i've seen of hers, she was nothing but patient and polite to everyone, but didnt want to further involve herself in the unecessary drama you all made this- so she exited- FOUR HOURS AGO- BUT YOU NASTY FREAKS ARE STILL HERE FLAPPING YOUR MOUTHS BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO. FOR REAL- YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER GOING ON IN YOUR LIVES? YOU HATE YOURSELVES THAT MUCH YOU HAVE TO TEAR DOWN SOMEONE ELSE? YOU MIGHT BE POINTING AT HER BUT THERE ARE SEVERAL FINGERS POINTING BACK AT YOURSELVES AND YOU PROBABLY TREAT EVERYBODY LIKE THIS, SHE WAS YOUR MEAL FOR THE DAY. PRETTY PATHETIC.
No. Imma @ the admin
sambuusi
VIP
Yes.
sambuusi
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what why
Fui una de las primeras personas en notar tu presencia, mi sinceridad no es algo para engañar
