Come and listen to my story about a man named Chad, he’s a filthy exCatholick and his mind is bad. And then one day he’s shooting at some Jews and he lands straightaway on international news.
He sez everything he sez with a straight face.
“I can hear those Mexican faggots squee-ing in the apartment to the left. I’m trying to grab some cash by flashing my ass on OnlyFiends. I’m not a faggot. I’m not a gay nigger lover; I’ll never get Biktarvy diarrhea. “
Pena q sou pobre! Quero mto ver essa foda.
“I read a DM from some cumguzzling old qweer: ‘Go sleep with a dick bro. There are so many people who wish to be next to you. Your presence is a call to action; you can talk to your asset about it later. I love to see a moleke in underwear … Anyone who wants to exchange ideas and photos springs up in PV. Some young man who wants to do hot chat…'”
Endurece na minha boca então.
“American culture is centered around gay niggers.”
He wants to put his arm through the wall and pull his coppertone neighbors by a singular throat through the plaster and lathe into an airless war room where his martial training, his boots and meat mallet hands will batter and align them. He finds himself invading their subdued forms with a metal broom stick.
500 RT RT y subo los vídeos cogiendo 🥴 te hago realidad ver a tu hetero desnudo manda DM
“They have holidays for gay niggers.”
Colocaria toda na boca 😏🔥…
‘These wetbacks listening to gay niggers kissing music.’
“Killed hundreds of thousands of white men so gay niggers could kiss.”
Eita aqui na minha cama, nem guindaste pai
já foram ver meu vídeo arrombando o novinho e falando putaria? 💥
He’s editing a video for his Telegram channel. You find him a private room if you stumble into this paricular and especial venus flypaper of an app. He’s the slickest asshole with the tightest haircut and raddest hedgerow of lip shrubbery you’ve ever seen situated on a screen.
You’ve been looking for someone to solidify a viewpoint passed on through your broken, insecure lineage straight into that sinkhole DNA, holeinone, and it’s there. Right there, in that space, you’ll find him. He’ll take up residence and you’ll pledge allegiance. You don’t know any better but that’s your crucifix to die on. If you DID know better, you’d know that he looks like the personal trainer your mom fucked. As a matter of fact, he IS. If you had the gift of sight, you’d see him squee-ing at you through his pignose ruffling a thatch of hair laced with your mom’s pussy juices. You’ll have the sick intuitive revelation that he’s pretty pissed off from your mom giving him herpes. He’s abreast of effective tactical moves and your mom’s own breasts. He speaks with a Chemtucky accent which is one of the things that melted your momma’s panties. It’s melting yours too, despite him being a negro. The other ‘it factor’ is the size of his schwanz which is a whole lot bigger than your dad’s and leaves your momma smiling even when faced with the likes of you
and your ignorant patrolarch.
”They elect a gay nigger as their president. They dress and act like gay niggers. They draw the entirety of their modern culture from gay niggers kissing. They post sassy gifs about gay niggers kissing. They watch sportsball in worship of gay niggers. Their biggest event of the year involves throwing parties in honor of gay niggers kissing. They use gay nigger slang like ‘bruh’ and ‘thot’. When you say ‘Martin Luther’ they’re not thinking of the father of protestantism. They’re thinking of the gay nigger. Their cities are completely overrun with gay niggers kissing. They worship their ZOGbot police force disproportionately filled with gay niggers and their global police force of soldiers filled with gay niggers kissing. Their men sit around watching gay nigger ball while their women sit around watching gay nigger talk shows and fantasizing about gay niggers kissing. They worship gay niggers like Muhammad Ali and Michael Jordan and Michael Jackson and the late Janet Jackson while attacking the whites who actually built their country before gay niggers took over. Their movies are filled with gay niggers kissing and their music charts are topped by gay niggers. They send gay niggers to the Olympics to kiss and celebrate when the gay niggers win because those gay niggers are true red blooded American gay niggers. They watch gay niggers kissing porn to a point where ‘BBC’ does not make them think of an international media company but about gay niggers kissing instead. They will tell you how much they hate gay niggers and how the mutt’s law meme is a stale joke and they are just pretending to love gay niggers kissing but the evidence speaks for itself in that America has always been and will be a nation of gay niggers kissing loving gay niggers.”
Yes. He ate your mom’s vaj with that mouth.
Let’s justify a murder: pica babando vou ter que bater uma
We'll get our hands filthy- é que traição é foda né amg, com um amigo do teu namorado pior ainda…. acho que é mais por isso…
until we get home
where we can wipe them off: só eu que amo esses shorts?
No.... we'll do it on daddyy's gun heavy lead aprons. eu quero um assim, mas azul
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ye spun and tightened wingers.
You’re flush with tongues and filthy fingers.
posso te mostrar a cabeça rosinha do meu pau? na dm
Deny any clemency to rampant degeneracy
Snap our judgements
Pode sim! Deve! Meu sonho de consumo vc.
Let’s justify a murder: se meia bomba é assim imagina dura
There’s another Telegram Man… he don’t like that face a face darker than dirt a face made of earth. You don’t care for those faces either. His own whining, shining whiteface has detached and floats down your street blowing clouds of green vapor into your neighbors’ housing units. His mighty countenance has nothing to lose and is angry it lost it- its pussymuncher has become a repository for locusts; it’s teaming with them. The stump of its neck terminates in a blackened fringe of connective tissue and HDMI cabling.
‘My face has a corpus and a thought process beyond how long am I destined to float along this dead man’s corridor.’ Sez his head floating like the Wizard of Oz above the landfill of this Broham’s hometown.
“Who’s got that scrubber?
Let’s kill the club queue until we’re the last white men standing. Let’s get jiggy with a lil bit o biowarfare.
We got this covered, o brothers of bother
I got your back you got mine
now let’s mount a monkey
fly off into a sunset of fallout
with all of our balls out.”
Seu crime foi me amaaaaaaaar
“You can pull me off when I give the signal. I’ll scream at the sky.”
Let’s lie, let’s fib, let’s prevaricate a whole lot.- to ourselves, to the only ones we’ve got. Subconsciously we sing this, a castrated nation, like a commercial while you shunt your zoomer’s brainpan.
Denial is a go to. ‘Let me have mines and I won’t take yours from you unless you want me to.’ Silence is the better part of consent.
Let’s justify a murder of a percentage of a perceived threat of a loaf of meat, soaking wet.
This is you reconfigured. This is a future of decisive action. There are declarations to be made. Go forth. The screen has dictated it so.
Scream like no one can hear you. Live like no one can see you.