TYB
This is the real bread.
>dad3e3
Better luck next time, failfag. You displayed the traits of 3, The Ghoul, VaticanClown and the Malicious Mimic. Ain't that a son of a bitch, huh?
VaticanClown/Mimic/Ghoul is my bitch, not my daddy.
You having a bad day today, AEI? Sure looks like it.
In a really good mood right now and can't explain why. Just… positive. The morning was strange with the 200+ spam counts per bread, but now it's just… like… How the fuck can I articulate it… like being on calm waters, for lack of a better abstract to use.
Angles and dangles
>21012165
Filtered. Go fuck yourself, faggot.
Who? You can't even spot correctly, clown. Your piss poor ridicule is so watered down now after a fucking year that it doesn't even have an effect any moar, dipshit.
>cd19b1
Failfag mimic clown, attempting to brag about his prowess with same the routine he's used for a year, using the exact same words like an NPC reading from a script. Thinks he's hot shit because he snipes post number digits, kindergarten digit gathering, no math.
Just a really good day today. Can't explain why. Just got a good feeling about it.
Thought Spacey likes little boys' buttholes?
Notice no ethnic accusation spam? I wonder what they could be posting instead. The spammers and mimics are already in the filter, so I honestly don't know.
>It was almost impossible because, it was, the dream was so big
>206c2a
Zip it, ya self-centered reject.
>So, nobody told me what to do
>And there was no preconception of what to do
Uhh… Moar like a content in the moment sort-of-feeling. A calm before the storm feeling would be like electricity in the muscles, like a restlessness.
Daring them to take a risk? A chance? A gamble?
Well, considering the Absolute Retards' board is a ghost town, and they all came over here because their board wasn't getting the visibility they wanted, I'd say they're moar on life support than thriving when it comes to being alive.
When they began their "destroy the famefags" crusade last year the clockfags were the first ones that were hit, then Sam, then Swordy, then SmokingPepe, then Mr. Pig. They gave up on SP because they can't beat him no matter what they do. Mr. Pig toys with them like a cat playing with mice.
Give it up. Attack the clockfags or post news. You smell like a clown either way based upon years of experience here.
When I hear "Crazy Ivan" I think two things: 1) The PS1 game from the 90s, 2) Checking baffles.
I like how he tries being the voice for Q. Tries being the key word. Fails being the correct word.
The personality flaw that he tried labeling one anon with for a year is in fact just projection. He's the real narcissistic psychopath 'round these parts.