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2018-03-16 at 2:34 PM UTC
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2018-03-16 at 2:38 PM UTC
Originally posted by NARCassist i'm 6'2 pretty well built and shaved head, i'm pretty sure i can handle most guys or at least give as good as i get
thats sexy. i look forward to seeing how you handle what i have for you and what youre going to get from me.
bring your own lube otherwise im goin' in dry -
2018-03-16 at 7:21 PM UTCafter reading these posts im dubious that anyone on this site has any balls between their legs other that the ones slapping there when some random stranger goes a little too deep.
i suspect the cause is lack of suitable male role models considering the active juden-kike conspiracy to turn every white male into a bottom-fag eunuch and every woman into a pregnant, baby-daddy-less miscegenist. that being the case, i shall supply an example of how a male is supposed to react to conflict.
rule #1 yes, violence is the answer. anyone who says otherwise is a bottomfag uber-bottom juden-kike shill
if in doubt about violence being the answer, refer to rule #1
now that we've established that, so ensues the story which someone told me about. it may have happened...it may not have happened...i have no idea but i have no reason to doubt the sincerity of the person who told it to me. or maybe the whole thing is pure fiction...i dont know.
once upon a time, in a land far, far away, the hero of our story is wandering through a handsome and well tanned individual-fuxated city which was at one time white-majority but at the time had become completely overrun with mudslime immigrants from assorted mudslime countries.
while walking down an alleyway made of shitty cobblestones that were probably originally set in the 1500's (literally...not exaggerating) and approaching a 'T' in the direction, a trio of handsome and well tanned individuals that had been leaning against the side of one of the buildings started watching our hero while trying to not make it obvious. their head and body movements could almost have been mistaken for casual curiosity of a visitor if they hadnt been accompanied by the typical subconscious change of stance into aggressive mannerisms and an exaggerated attempt at seeming busy doing something that was nothing.
when separation of about ten feet happened, the handsome and well tanned individual trio suddenly found themselves not so busy doing what they were doing and approached the lone walker, hands in their pockets, making general disparaging comments, the most frequent and prominent being...quote...'go home american. we hate you. we kill you'...in the typical mudslime accent that sounded like some sort of retarded chinese kid wearing braces trying to speak swahili.
the hero didnt say a word and tried to continue walking past the handsome and well tanned individuals since no matter what the outcome the results and consequences would be less than appealing.
the less-than-civilized vermin approached to within arms length when one tried to push the hero with no affect, then another tried for a head-shot with an open palm, with the only result being knocking off a pair of glasses. at this point, with two handsome and well tanned individuals directly blocking the path, the third behind those two, and the first two already having made physical attacks, the heros response was a hearty knuckle directly into the temple of the closest mudslime causing him to fall into his boyfriend, who caught him and tried to hold him up but the weight dragged them both down in a combination of a fall and assisted-crash-landing. the expression on the faces of the three handsome and well tanned individuals was that of amazement which, later on, was discovered to be due to the method of H2H mudslimes preferred was not closed-fist punches, but open-handed slapping. getting punched in the face was an experience these parasitic beasts had never experienced.
the two incapacitated handsome and well tanned individuals recovered quickly then all three lunged at the hero, tackling him to the ground, where an ensuing wrestling match along with some kicking, led to one of the mudslimes magically conjuring a knife from somewhere at about the same time another of them found an elbow suddenly against his jaw after a high-speed transit. the elbow-victims head was flat on the ground, ear down, when the elbow impacted and based on how much 'give' there was on impact, he was going to be on a liquid diet for awhile.
to make a long story short, liquid-diet boy and one of his compatriots ran off together yammering on in their native language, while the one who thought it'd be a good idea to bring a knife to a fist fight staggered a few yards, collapsed to the ground, and was left curled-up in some detritus and discarded debris, no longer in possession of his knife but the proud owner of a shiny new orifice several inches deeper than the blade was long.
the hero of our story rode off into the sunset, assuring there was zero possibility the knife would ever be seen again.
the end.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-03-16 at 7:21 PM UTC
Originally posted by infinityshock after reading these posts im dubious that anyone on this site has any balls between their legs other that the ones slapping there when some random stranger goes a little too deep.
i suspect the cause is lack of suitable male role models considering the active juden-kike conspiracy to turn every white male into a bottom-fag eunuch and every woman into a pregnant, baby-daddy-less miscegenist. that being the case, i shall supply an example of how a male is supposed to react to conflict.
rule #1 yes, violence is the answer. anyone who says otherwise is a bottomfag uber-bottom juden-kike shill
if in doubt about violence being the answer, refer to rule #1
now that we've established that, so ensues the story which someone told me about. it may have happened…it may not have happened…i have no idea but i have no reason to doubt the sincerity of the person who told it to me. or maybe the whole thing is pure fiction…i dont know.
once upon a time, in a land far, far away, the hero of our story is wandering through a handsome and well tanned individual-fuxated city which was at one time white-majority but at the time had become completely overrun with mudslime immigrants from assorted mudslime countries.
while walking down an alleyway made of shitty cobblestones that were probably originally set in the 1500's (literally…not exaggerating) and approaching a 'T' in the direction, a trio of handsome and well tanned individuals that had been leaning against the side of one of the buildings started watching our hero while trying to not make it obvious. their head and body movements could almost have been mistaken for casual curiosity of a visitor if they hadnt been accompanied by the typical subconscious change of stance into aggressive mannerisms and an exaggerated attempt at seeming busy doing something that was nothing.
when separation of about ten feet happened, the handsome and well tanned individual trio suddenly found themselves not so busy doing what they were doing and approached the lone walker, hands in their pockets, making general disparaging comments, the most frequent and prominent being…quote…'go home american. we hate you. we kill you'…in the typical mudslime accent that sounded like some sort of retarded chinese kid wearing braces trying to speak swahili.
the hero didnt say a word and tried to continue walking past the handsome and well tanned individuals since no matter what the outcome the results and consequences would be less than appealing.
the less-than-civilized vermin approached to within arms length when one tried to push the hero with no affect, then another tried for a head-shot with an open palm, with the only result being knocking off a pair of glasses. at this point, with two handsome and well tanned individuals directly blocking the path, the third behind those two, and the first two already having made physical attacks, the heros response was a hearty knuckle directly into the temple of the closest mudslime causing him to fall into his boyfriend, who caught him and tried to hold him up but the weight dragged them both down in a combination of a fall and assisted-crash-landing. the expression on the faces of the three handsome and well tanned individuals was that of amazement which, later on, was discovered to be due to the method of H2H mudslimes preferred was not closed-fist punches, but open-handed slapping. getting punched in the face was an experience these parasitic beasts had never experienced.
the two incapacitated handsome and well tanned individuals recovered quickly then all three lunged at the hero, tackling him to the ground, where an ensuing wrestling match along with some kicking, led to one of the mudslimes magically conjuring a knife from somewhere at about the same time another of them found an elbow suddenly against his jaw after a high-speed transit. the elbow-victims head was flat on the ground, ear down, when the elbow impacted and based on how much 'give' there was on impact, he was going to be on a liquid diet for awhile.
to make a long story short, liquid-diet boy and one of his compatriots ran off together yammering on in their native language, while the one who thought it'd be a good idea to bring a knife to a fist fight staggered a few yards, collapsed to the ground, and was left curled-up in some detritus and discarded debris, no longer in possession of his knife but the proud owner of a shiny new orifice several inches deeper than the blade was long.
the hero of our story rode off into the sunset, assuring there was zero possibility the knife would ever be seen again.
the end.
dint read
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2018-03-16 at 7:25 PM UTC
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2018-03-16 at 7:26 PM UTCLike super didn't read. yoaonapogostick.gif
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2018-03-16 at 7:26 PM UTCYao. Yao Ming.
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2018-03-16 at 7:27 PM UTC
Originally posted by infinityshock liar. if you hadnt read it you wouldnt have knows there was a public warning that no niggers were allowed to read it. whites only.
stupid nigger
Your story about how you got fired from your job shows what a fucking pushover you are irl. No one will read a long post by you again after that -
2018-03-16 at 7:33 PM UTCI was walking through the hood at night with a friend of mine when we got jumped by a group of natives. They were all scrawny and drug addled, so we beat them easily and walked away almost unscathed.
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2018-03-16 at 8:13 PM UTC
Originally posted by Fox Paws Your story about how you got fired from your job shows what a fucking pushover you are irl. No one will read a long post by you again after that
you mentioning that only reinforces my outlook that my authorship is not wasted.
my posts arent written for niggers to read.
not that they couldnt read them anyway, much less comprehend those big words with more than two syllables. -
2018-03-16 at 8:47 PM UTC
Originally posted by infinityshock liar. if you hadnt read it you wouldnt have knows there was a public warning that no niggers were allowed to read it. whites only.
stupid nigger
well i dint know that. i scroll straight past your short posts because inevitably gonna be about your obsession with big black cocks. so there was no fucking way i was reading a long story that would more than likely be about that too.
fuck that nasty shit.
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2018-03-16 at 9:24 PM UTCThe only people who get mugged are guys who walk around looking like marks.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-03-16 at 9:45 PM UTC
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2018-03-16 at 9:51 PM UTCITT jill is mad that he's not a jedi and is part of an inferior race
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2018-03-16 at 10:58 PM UTC
Originally posted by infinityshock after reading these posts im dubious that anyone on this site has any balls between their legs other that the ones slapping there when some random stranger goes a little too deep.
i suspect the cause is lack of suitable male role models considering the active juden-kike conspiracy to turn every white male into a bottom-fag eunuch and every woman into a pregnant, baby-daddy-less miscegenist. that being the case, i shall supply an example of how a male is supposed to react to conflict.
rule #1 yes, violence is the answer. anyone who says otherwise is a bottomfag uber-bottom juden-kike shill
if in doubt about violence being the answer, refer to rule #1
now that we've established that, so ensues the story which someone told me about. it may have happened…it may not have happened…i have no idea but i have no reason to doubt the sincerity of the person who told it to me. or maybe the whole thing is pure fiction…i dont know.
once upon a time, in a land far, far away, the hero of our story is wandering through a handsome and well tanned individual-fuxated city which was at one time white-majority but at the time had become completely overrun with mudslime immigrants from assorted mudslime countries.
while walking down an alleyway made of shitty cobblestones that were probably originally set in the 1500's (literally…not exaggerating) and approaching a 'T' in the direction, a trio of handsome and well tanned individuals that had been leaning against the side of one of the buildings started watching our hero while trying to not make it obvious. their head and body movements could almost have been mistaken for casual curiosity of a visitor if they hadnt been accompanied by the typical subconscious change of stance into aggressive mannerisms and an exaggerated attempt at seeming busy doing something that was nothing.
when separation of about ten feet happened, the handsome and well tanned individual trio suddenly found themselves not so busy doing what they were doing and approached the lone walker, hands in their pockets, making general disparaging comments, the most frequent and prominent being…quote…'go home american. we hate you. we kill you'…in the typical mudslime accent that sounded like some sort of retarded chinese kid wearing braces trying to speak swahili.
the hero didnt say a word and tried to continue walking past the handsome and well tanned individuals since no matter what the outcome the results and consequences would be less than appealing.
the less-than-civilized vermin approached to within arms length when one tried to push the hero with no affect, then another tried for a head-shot with an open palm, with the only result being knocking off a pair of glasses. at this point, with two handsome and well tanned individuals directly blocking the path, the third behind those two, and the first two already having made physical attacks, the heros response was a hearty knuckle directly into the temple of the closest mudslime causing him to fall into his boyfriend, who caught him and tried to hold him up but the weight dragged them both down in a combination of a fall and assisted-crash-landing. the expression on the faces of the three handsome and well tanned individuals was that of amazement which, later on, was discovered to be due to the method of H2H mudslimes preferred was not closed-fist punches, but open-handed slapping. getting punched in the face was an experience these parasitic beasts had never experienced.
the two incapacitated handsome and well tanned individuals recovered quickly then all three lunged at the hero, tackling him to the ground, where an ensuing wrestling match along with some kicking, led to one of the mudslimes magically conjuring a knife from somewhere at about the same time another of them found an elbow suddenly against his jaw after a high-speed transit. the elbow-victims head was flat on the ground, ear down, when the elbow impacted and based on how much 'give' there was on impact, he was going to be on a liquid diet for awhile.
to make a long story short, liquid-diet boy and one of his compatriots ran off together yammering on in their native language, while the one who thought it'd be a good idea to bring a knife to a fist fight staggered a few yards, collapsed to the ground, and was left curled-up in some detritus and discarded debris, no longer in possession of his knife but the proud owner of a shiny new orifice several inches deeper than the blade was long.
the hero of our story rode off into the sunset, assuring there was zero possibility the knife would ever be seen again.
the end.
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2018-03-16 at 11:06 PM UTCThankfully no
the benefit is that I must look poor
I'm wearing the same clothes I've had since like 2013
I don't ever have anything on me anyways so the only thing they could do is look at my wallet then throw it down
if the groid wanted my phone then he'll have to take it at gun or knife point because I'll gouge tyron's eyes out and shove them down its throat before it can squrim and yell "FIVE DOLLAR KFC SPECIAL THURSDAY THROUGH FRIDAYS"
I am not MPD but I do have a split personality when it comes to my temperment
cross me and I'll get nervous and will try to do anything to avoid conflict
but come at me and I will bite your fucking face off -
2018-03-16 at 11:07 PM UTC
Originally posted by infinityshock after reading these posts im dubious that anyone on this site has any balls between their legs other that the ones slapping there when some random stranger goes a little too deep.
i suspect the cause is lack of suitable male role models considering the active juden-kike conspiracy to turn every white male into a bottom-fag eunuch and every woman into a pregnant, baby-daddy-less miscegenist. that being the case, i shall supply an example of how a male is supposed to react to conflict.
rule #1 yes, violence is the answer. anyone who says otherwise is a bottomfag uber-bottom juden-kike shill
if in doubt about violence being the answer, refer to rule #1
now that we've established that, so ensues the story which someone told me about. it may have happened…it may not have happened…i have no idea but i have no reason to doubt the sincerity of the person who told it to me. or maybe the whole thing is pure fiction…i dont know.
once upon a time, in a land far, far away, the hero of our story is wandering through a handsome and well tanned individual-fuxated city which was at one time white-majority but at the time had become completely overrun with mudslime immigrants from assorted mudslime countries.
while walking down an alleyway made of shitty cobblestones that were probably originally set in the 1500's (literally…not exaggerating) and approaching a 'T' in the direction, a trio of handsome and well tanned individuals that had been leaning against the side of one of the buildings started watching our hero while trying to not make it obvious. their head and body movements could almost have been mistaken for casual curiosity of a visitor if they hadnt been accompanied by the typical subconscious change of stance into aggressive mannerisms and an exaggerated attempt at seeming busy doing something that was nothing.
when separation of about ten feet happened, the handsome and well tanned individual trio suddenly found themselves not so busy doing what they were doing and approached the lone walker, hands in their pockets, making general disparaging comments, the most frequent and prominent being…quote…'go home american. we hate you. we kill you'…in the typical mudslime accent that sounded like some sort of retarded chinese kid wearing braces trying to speak swahili.
the hero didnt say a word and tried to continue walking past the handsome and well tanned individuals since no matter what the outcome the results and consequences would be less than appealing.
the less-than-civilized vermin approached to within arms length when one tried to push the hero with no affect, then another tried for a head-shot with an open palm, with the only result being knocking off a pair of glasses. at this point, with two handsome and well tanned individuals directly blocking the path, the third behind those two, and the first two already having made physical attacks, the heros response was a hearty knuckle directly into the temple of the closest mudslime causing him to fall into his boyfriend, who caught him and tried to hold him up but the weight dragged them both down in a combination of a fall and assisted-crash-landing. the expression on the faces of the three handsome and well tanned individuals was that of amazement which, later on, was discovered to be due to the method of H2H mudslimes preferred was not closed-fist punches, but open-handed slapping. getting punched in the face was an experience these parasitic beasts had never experienced.
the two incapacitated handsome and well tanned individuals recovered quickly then all three lunged at the hero, tackling him to the ground, where an ensuing wrestling match along with some kicking, led to one of the mudslimes magically conjuring a knife from somewhere at about the same time another of them found an elbow suddenly against his jaw after a high-speed transit. the elbow-victims head was flat on the ground, ear down, when the elbow impacted and based on how much 'give' there was on impact, he was going to be on a liquid diet for awhile.
to make a long story short, liquid-diet boy and one of his compatriots ran off together yammering on in their native language, while the one who thought it'd be a good idea to bring a knife to a fist fight staggered a few yards, collapsed to the ground, and was left curled-up in some detritus and discarded debris, no longer in possession of his knife but the proud owner of a shiny new orifice several inches deeper than the blade was long.
the hero of our story rode off into the sunset, assuring there was zero possibility the knife would ever be seen again.
the end.
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