in est they're the 19th
Q literally said she's alive and JFK jr is dead
you faggots need to keep pushing it though
like the irrelevant spammer
which one triggered you?
seriously, go back to facebook
All For A Larp Graphic from Q's search results crumb
added 4 others to, pic1 is new
they don't ask The Q, because they can't handle the truth
kek
for the ones that showed a number of results, I just capped that, but for the ones that didn't I put their first page of results
worked out well actually
open in a new tab
chekking
I still laugh my fucking ass off at the MSM for shit like this (old hit piece):
The movement is led by an anonymous user or group of users on several platforms called “Q,” who claims that they are a government agent with high-level security clearance. Q posts pieces of information that followers, called “bakers,” then weave into what they think is an understanding of the “storm.” The Washington Post wrote that bakers took the term “storm” from Trump’s reference to “the calm before the storm” last year, to describe what they believe is an inevitable triumph of Trump over Democrats, elites, and saboteurs.
http://fortune.com/2018/08/01/qanon-conspiracy-trump-tampa-rally/
What the fuck did you just fucking say about us, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Baker's Skool and I’ve been involved in numerous secret bakes on Al-Quitchen. I have over 300 confirmed breads. I am trained in guerrilla dough mixing and I’m the top kneader in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another hot cross bun. I will wipe you the fuck out with my spatula and whisk the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of apple pie cooks across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the mixing bowl, maggot. The mixing bowl that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your tastebuds. You’re fucking baked, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can bake over seven hundred ways and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed dough kneading, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United Bakers and Donut Makers Union and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, 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. I will shit flour, water, yeast, raisins and a pinch of salt all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, 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, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. 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 you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you.
kek, that's not notable
meh