They have a new LARP now. Anti-cop didn't work. Religion slides didn't work. Bot spam didn't work. So now they're attempting to blend in another way. Anons will see it. It doesn't add up.
TYB
Setting off fireworks outside one stone building and breaking its windows is hardly "burning down Atlanta." Still funny that they had a tantrum though.
>Any newly no pots no booze anons having vivid dreams?
Tolerance breaks from the pots are essential, anon. They (booze and pots) suppress remembering the dream. o7
Evenin'
It doesn't seem a coincidence that those commie faggot lost souls are active on a night that more classified documents were found.
Check'd quads
I'm half-tempted to post it again.
>REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I'll bet he has no trouble drinking that mind expanding alcohol though. FFS.
Back to religion and ethnic accusation slides. So predictable. Saruman is cracking the whip on his little paid to post Grima Wormtongues.
Imagine being Arnold in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Jamie Curtis, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Arnold and not only sit in that chair while Jamie Lee Curtis flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, JAMIE LEE CURTIS LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Austria. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Arnold. You're not going to lose your future political career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.