>no rest for the wicked…
no rest for the baker
>Whoever was spergin n spammin the META, no es bueno.
baker burned himself
>when you know what NIGHT SHIFT knows… that is correct
homemade stuff, too hot to touch just opened the oven
>if a true patriot baker ever does take the seat… I feel sorry for their breaking in experience here :D
the oven does not actually provide seats, but does burn the bottom.
>fuckin' strange being the only one in here that gives a fuck about the Q posts
it all started with a bake, and here anons are.
>I care, but your posts don’t make no sense.
post is a post, it is up to anons thinking for themselves.
>ufo/alien disclosure
anon wants to see a real UFO.
>take a wild fucking guess at the number of bullets.
Try shoot two UFOs with 1 bullet, space cowboy.
>best not to think about the status of Jim's bottom
ad blocker toke care of it, no need for a back page advertiser.
>That's a new one.
>Still, at least it wasn't a falling cow.
Still seeing a boom hovering above my house, is this normal?
>Self driving cars going rogue
Rogue would argue you promised it would be driving by itself.
>Yessir. 50 50 with Jameson. Dark Roast even
A passing by elephant drunk my coffee, and toke off to the pizza hut.
Pardon? Yes, excuse moi.
>The entire American government is a well organised PSYOP.
You mean they hid the Easter eggs really well from anons?
>Why can only millionaires be President?
Maybe ask the candy shop owner if he can lure voters with sweets?
>What if Baron is just a normal kid and a bunch of weird people on the internet obsess over him?
As long as it has nothing to do with Hunter and/or Joe.
Rumors have it that Julian Assange has a really big file stored on the mega large platform of Kim Dotcom.
>actors pretend
less then 10 actors?
Witch party politics with Satan checking double digits.
>Jim would know. It could be in the millions?
Millions of shills, less than two hands full of anons.
>I was writing of lurkers.
>Read more carefully?
Right of course the lurkers and not to forget those that need to lurk more, kek.
Hunter sat down in the corner of the red castle with a cheese slicer getting smaller and smaller wondering where in the hell the big guy is hanging out cause he felt like 10%.
The whining woman song.