TYB
I just asked because, you know, you were speaking for Q. That's not how it works. So what made you decide to announce the conditions for Q's return?
3 hits on the word 'light' in a search of the drops does not prove your claim of: 'Q will return when the "LIGHT" is at an appropriate level for a return'. You are neither a prophet nor herald of Q. You do not speak for him and therefore your pronouncement of his return is bullshit. Thank you, come again.
And then they IP hop. It's been amazing watching them lose their grip on sanity in real time. Never witnessed anything like it before. It could be entertaining if it wasn't so pathetically sad about what they've become.
You've always been on my shitlist, VaticanShill, but you're bullshit with the catalog yesterday has marked you for instant filtering the moment you reply to me. Fuck off, fraudulent patriot.
I never realized how hungry my filter was. I've been neglecting feeding it. Extra comfy. Comfy plus.
Good night, Anons. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kek you in the morning.
Cool story, Brooke. Now talk about the company you work for's support of Ukrainian Nazis. Nothing can stop what is coming.
Fuck sleep.
>Wrong. Not God.. just an extension of Him, everyone is.
No, I was not wrong, how you phrased it what was in question. Now it's better.
It still shows that she used to play with bugs. Most likely cause for her resting bitch face.
When's that muppet Shimkus coming back to Faux? If she's smart she won't.
Don't fucking preach at me, bud. I'm not a sheep in your flock.
>Don’t tell anon what not to do unless you say not to be so awesome
Fine. You tell me you won't stop preaching at me, so filtered it is. For every action, blah blah blah.
I have touch ups to do. Still not finished.
In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Post the poem and then a minute or so later they read it on air. Fuck I'm good. KEK!
>>18905267 (me; addendum)
No, I don't think it's because I posted it that it happened. Read the situation properly.
Man, does Brooke ever have some bad crow's feet for being so young. She should inject some botulism into her face.
She also has one of those emaciated faces reminiscent of a vegan diet.
The irony of talking heads at Faux News discussing corruption.
>He ok?
You speak for all black people, do you? Do you speak for specific regions, nations, or globally?
That never answered my question. Are you going to answer it honestly or continue to slide? You know what, I don't give a fuck either way. Filtered for being a race baiting impotent faggot.
They seem to be mainly running chat bots tonight, and/or basic bitch trolling that even junior high teenagers would find amateurish. What's going on today that's making it a big day?
Roger that. Interesting. Thanks, anon. o7
>Ever go on vacation following your sister in law at 2am and accidentally pull into Quantico?
Did being in the parking lot turn you gay? If you were following your sister and ended up there, then why did she turn there?
Well, I'm cutting myself off at (40). Think I'll go for a walk for an hour to burn off whatever it is that has me awake and hyper attentive, and listen to an audiobook while I'm at it.