Last bread was fastest Non-Q bread ever. And 307 UID's. Fuk
Holy Fuck….15 minutes and almost half bread is gone!! Half posts are UID.
God Damn.
Shills b Shillin
Suicide Weekend, Anon style.
ANONS. FREDDY HAS CHANGED TACTICS.
That faggot is now signing all his posts as -Red.
Take heed.
At least RIP TOOTS was funny.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you fat dyke? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my hood in smackin bitches, and I’ve been involved in numerous flashings at feminist rallies and I have over 300 confirmed rapes. I am trained in watching TV and I’m the top misogynist in the entire US correctional system. You are nothing to me but just another skank. I will wipe you the fuck out with bitch slaps the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking dick. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, feminazi. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of pimps across the USA and your tits are being traced right now so you better prepare me a sandwich, bitch. The sandwich that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call equality. You’re fucking slapped, bitch. I can be in any kitchen, anytime, and I can slap you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare dick. Not only am I extensively trained in putting bitches in their place, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the playboy mansion and I will use it to its full extent to beat your miserable ass onto the face of the kitchen bench, you dumb slut. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “feminist” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have made my fucking dinner. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn dyke. I will shit double standards all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, slut. I don’t give a fuck who you are or which kitchen you’re in. You can count on me to bend your ass over the kitchen table. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make giving birth look like oraI sex with your dyke girlfriend. I don’t give a fuck how many debates you have won or how oppressed you are IRL, how well you can cook, or how many fucking dildos you own to pleasure yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the ovens on in your house, leave all the water boiling, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you with my dick in my hands. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what that sticky white stuff on your face is. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run over to you with my pimp hand cocked and slap you to the ground. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse for a uterus, but how I’d rather go to a great fucking length (like my dick) to make sure your last remaining days are spent in my kitchen making sandwiches. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and slap you again myself you filthy rug muncher. Welcome to the kitchen, population: you and all womankind.
What the flip did thee just flipping gabble about me, thine miniscule bitch? I’ll have thee know I bested the most prestigious jousting class in the whole of Camelot, and I hath been involved in numerous secret marches on behalf of his Majesty, King Arthur, and I hath over 300 confirmed victories on horseback. I am trained in castle of Guerrilla warfare and I am indeed the highest ranking joustee in the entire land of Great Britannia. Thee are nothing to me but another false crossbearer. I will joust thine shambles with precision the likes of which hath never been observed in the King’s lands, mark my flipping words! Thou think thou can escape retribution by shouting that hogwash at me from afar? I implore thee to think again, peasant. As we converse I am contacting my secretive network of knights across the realm and thine footsteps are being traced right now, so thou best prepare thineself for the storm, pig-maggot! The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing thou call your armour. Thou art a flipping dead man. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill thou in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare lance. Not only am I extensively trained in mounted combat, but I hath access to the entire arsenal of the Kings Royal Army, and I shall use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable derriere off the face of the realm, thou miniscule feaces. If only thou could have foreseen what unholy retribution your little “clever” challenge was about to bring down upon thee, maybe thou would have held thee flipping tongue. But thou couldn’t, thou didn’t, and now thee art paying the price, you goddamn fool. I shall shit fury all over thou britches and thee will drown in it. Thou art flipping dead, child.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about Navy Seal copypastas, you little newfag? I’ll have you know they've ranked top out of all the comments on the Internet, and they have been translated in numerous contexts on 4chan, and have over 300 confirmed variants. Navy Seal copypastas are trained in memetic warfare and are the top copypasta in the entire circlejerk arsenel. You are nothing to them but just another target. They will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this board, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit about Navy Seal copypastas over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak this copypasta is contacting it's secret network of /b/tards across the USA and your IP is being doxxed right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. Navy Seal copypastas can be anywhere, anytime, and they can confuse you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with mad-lib permutations. Not only are they extensively trained in trolling, but they have access to the entire arsenal of Anonymous and will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the Internet, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. This copypasta will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Dude are you for real right now? You have got to be kidding me you fucking faggy piece of shit. I bet 1000 dollars you are a fucking liar. You fucking guido tool douchebag.
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You are too young and shitty to even graduate from school
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In case you did. How many blowjobs did you give to graduate?
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Secret raids on Al-Quaeda? I bet you only sucked Osama's dick
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300 confirmed kills? I think you meant 300 confirmed anal sex with men
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It's Guerrilla warfare, you fucking ass douchebag cunt
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You think your cool for getting trolled for reading this?
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I don't give a fuck if you come to my house with your spy bitches, I will beat the fuck out of you
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Only with your bare hands? I bet you can only do handjobs, fag
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The entire arsenal? you are a fucking faggot lier
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If your SO badass, than why are you on /b/?
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You better watch yourself because I will fucking hunt you down myself.