>>998 is a professional scat pornstar (receiving), but they're fake.
>>998 shat a terrific shit on a nicely bloused, busty non-scat pornstar, and didn't even give two shirts about how busty she was at the time.
>>998 is a busty oppai monster who borrows little girls' shirts and returns them with the chest stretched out.
>>998 convinced Sabrine Maui to get implants in her perfect little Asian tits.
You know what?
I'm tired of this. I'm tired of assholes like >>73 and >>998 manipulating DQN. I'm not going to tell you to write to moot or stop going to Teh Rei's diner or give up fancy hearing cakes or to post less or even to challenge the Elitist Superstructure. I don't know what to do about the beadies, the VIPPERS, the people who dance whenever no one's watching, the shitty thread wasshoiis or the copypastas. What I do know is that I've had enough, you've had enough, we've all had enough of this! It isn't safe on the board anymore, and so we don't POST anymore, we just lurk in the Ctrl+V thread and say "Please, I won't make any trouble, just please let me stay safe inside this thread and don't start a fight with me from across the U-shaped table at Yoshinaya." Well, I'm GOING to start a fight! I want you to get up, right now, and I want you to go to the [Contentless] ITT you post right now [ASAP] your current thought [Brains][Thinking][Personal][#18] thread. I want you to open it, I want you to read the full thread, and then I want you to post, writing:
"I'M MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE! I'M DQN AS HELL AND I'M NOT GONNA VIP IT ANYMORE! I'M >>897 AS HELL AND I'M NOT GONNA PUT UP WITH >>98 ANYMORE!"
>>998 is a god damn titty monster.
...you know, I've read that manga, and she's kind of a butthead but I don't think she's really evil. She might even be a fun date.
Boohbahs' heads look like uncircumcised penis tips
Why is Jesus buttfucking a smurf?
Are tall women really considered more typically attractive? IDGI.
Has the recent spumoni talk attracted ITALIAN VIPPER?
Our trajectories are divergent.
RIGHT IN BILLY'S JIMMY JAMS
dog saying anime
I will not participate in this thread because my last search contains a family-member's name
how to find where spiders are hatching from
(it was a typo)
Uho, ii onna! Yaranaika?
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) Nipping off just the corn part from the end of a corn dog so it looks vaguely like an uncircumcised penis.
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) The credit scroll to this porn flick acknowledges "Arnold Scwarzenpecker".
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) When a thing works, but you didn't expect it to.
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) putting on fresh clean clothes after getting out of the bath
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) Nipping off just the foreskin part from the end of a circumcised penis so it looks vaguely like an uncircumcised penis.
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) The way Thoughty2 pronounces "urine".
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) starting a holy war between online nerds by referring to it as "GNU/Linux"
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) Finding there's only one square of toilet paper left, but only needing one square anyway because pancakes for breakfast apparently makes for a nice clean poo.
Be dokyuns, give answers to Dr. Gay Hitler et al.
Order a copy of Doku Doku Ryouki Zukan.
Be Dr. Gay Hitler, job change to red mage.
Be DQN, demand answers from faghodge et al.
With a confident smirk, you gather everyone but Theodore around and whisper your plan into their eager ears. Reintegrating the feline into the group, you suggest a simple game of luck to choose who has to investigate the noise. You all chant "Jan, ken, pon!" and, on "pon", unfold your fists to form flat sheets (apart from Stove Stove, who is composed entirely of flat sheets anyway). Theodore looks down at his extended paw, mews in unhappy subjugation, then pads away out of the room and up the spiral staircase to the surface.
You can't find any princesses. You yourself are probably the closest, being a high priestess, but you don't particularly need any water just now.
Being unexpectedly amongst fine society (relatively speaking), you feel acutely underdressed. You descend to the water level and begin attempting to clean your incarnadine attire and body. The water nearby is stained quite dramatically, with clouds of bloody dirt blooming, dispersing and settling all around you. You manage to get some of the fresher stains off, but remain quite unambiguously sanguinary.
You are not thirsty. Well, perhaps a little bloodthirsty, but, I mean, we're all like that all the time, aren't we? You don't particularly need to pee either; in fact, you just went before you got here.
You turn to the flamboyant yet coy trilobite and demand loudly that he explain precisely what he thinks he's doing. He rears up on his hind legs and waves his forelegs and antennae while nodding his horn up and down in an ambiguous gesture. You become aware of a slow rumbling sound coming from the staircase.
You cannot find any dokyuns. The rumbling increases in volume, and Theodore emerges and scampers over to cower behind your legs.
You cannot be dokyuns; you can only play as members of your current party.
You give Dr. Gay Hitler - and anyone else who will listen - answers to no questions in particular: yes, no, maybe, nineteen, it doesn't exist, perhaps, no, no, no, maybe, strawberry, yes, they call it that for a reason, impossible, no.
Be Aaron. Kill the mass of flesh WITH FIRE, just like Aya Drevis would have done.
DRR DRR DRR
Be Jack. Kill any survivors with pantsu.
Be Ariadne. Stab things with rock weapons.
Patient was a no-pay. If you've ever gone in for a small, simple procedure and been horrified at your bill, it's because your procedure took five minutes but the birthing of Satan's placenta took two hours -- and she pulled a dine-and-dash. Healthcare workers genuinely want to help people, but nobody works for free.
>This American Life
Sorry, I misspelled The Close-mic'd Superjew Hour.
The stream doesn't work for me. Good job, Google, I appreciate your effort to keep me away from things that suck.
My first D&D game involved our bard being turned into a fountain by a fruity elf with pink and purple hair.
I am writing in regards to your post advertising your desire for someone to fill me with cum. I believe I am fit for such a role, and would take up the task with the up most enthusiasm. I assure you I am highly qualified and I have a long list of cum-filled references that I am prepared to present upon your request. Please respond if I shall fulfill your needs.
We've known for a while that spree killings have been motivated by feelings of social isolation.
If we're seeing more of it then that just means that there are more isolated people, which might well be only because we have more people. There's also the possibility that thanks to technology it's easier to share what some British autist did halfway around the world, making it easier to fall victim to selection bias for vivid, scary spree killings.
However, even if angry virgins are the cause, who's willing to put their vagina on the line to protect society from these atrocities? Even ISIS knows the power of pussy over angry virgins, which is why they gain recruits with promises of sex slaves. Not putting out proves you hate America.
Don't worry, guys. We know she can handle larger barrels than that.
One suspects, however, that this will produce budgetary skepticism from the state legislature, which will probably wonder if we don’t have more administrators than we have useful work for them to do.
It is time you went back to Europe.
Americans officially insist Puritans moved to America and founded their nation,
but the reality is that , like Australia, criminals were sent to America.
In America they massacared native Americans and abducted Africans to make them
exploited as slaves, and founded a nation. This is America, a shameful nation.
That’s why America is despised.
It is a pity that you are justifing such a shameful nation here.
Japan is not a new barbarous nation which started just a few years ago like your nation.
Japan is a nation with long history and sophisticated culture.
Go back to Europe to fight Muslim.
Go ahead and dish; I promise it won't hurt their feelings.
An old woman in the middle of an intersection, with a grocery cart full of soda bottles, examining the pavement intently for a reason I could not determine, oblivious to the three directions of traffic she was blocking.
I have to get up around 3:30 am for my internship, and about three times now I've encounter a guy who walks his dog by driving around in his car, holding the dog's leash out window, with the dog running besides the car.
( ´_⊃｀) dog bless this country
Dude from >>5 is puttering around the library saying "Brilliant brain, micron technology, but he's dead now, he's dead. Yes, he's a billionaire." and variations on that.
A man with two of his friends standing on the corner talking about tagging signs, who then proceeded to mime an old woman(?) by pulling his shirt half-over his head like a shawl and hobbling around.
(*ﾟーﾟ) That's not very freakish.
(;ﾟ A ﾟ) I really just wanted to bump the thread!
I saw a skinny, old-looking man (meth victim?) walking around with a thing on his shoulder, looked like a boombox kind of thing, walking around right at the driveway entrance to a building off a busy road. Someone was trying to pull out onto the road and she seemed hesitant to move lest she hit the guy. He was looking awkward as hell but didn't seem to care, looked happy enough. Though it was probably just insanity.
>>11 I think I saw the same old man, riding a big adult-size tricycle with a basket down the middle of the street at a ridiculously slow pace. By my estimation there's about a 100% chance he's had his drivers' license revoked due to too many DUIs.
Big black guy on a park bench is field dressing his huge mutated inflamed puffy-ass foot by wrapping it in a nasty old scarf. His other foot looks to be about normal size. I hope he has a doctor take a look at that thing some time.
Myself, at 2 am, shirtless and in my underwear and having the shit clawed out of me by my cat who tried to run out when a police officer appeared at my door asking me if I've got any information about a group of "2 or 3 suspicious white males" who may be hiding near my apartment complex.
Some middle aged white woman in the city. She'd gone for one big fat dreadlock instead of a bunch of smaller ones.
I suppose that saves time...