Hey, anons, look what I got in the Hells Fargo Wagon! Sometimes, I’ve gotten so heated, when I’m red-pilling about Satanic shid, that I’ve often thought I’ve gone full snake-handler, trying to explain what's right in front of their faces. Sometimes, I feel like I’m freestyle rappin’ and flowin’, for God. But, without the endless, original rhymes and meaningful lyrics like, WAP and “menstrual blood in the sink” and “come on, nigga, shove one in the stink.”
Anyway, now I’ll have more to shake my snakes at, with those commie bastards makin’ these big, gun-grab moves.
If anons, get too heated, at times, I would suggest getting yourself a little bunch of rubber snakes. Make yerself a cool box to keep them in. They’ll help you break the tension, by suppling plucky, comic relief to your arguement, especially, if you feel like you might have gone too far. Love you, frens.