nigger
If this game were realistic, unhappy guests would fight the entertainers, and the security guards would run over and escort them to the park exit.
middle aged women love thinking their mid 20s loser son is secretly a genius sex god
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“Welcome to Mini Golf 1! Here’s your golf club, your golf ball, and your golf vest!”
“Uh, what’s the vest for?”
“It explodes if you step off the course! We’ll take it off for you once you return your club and ball at the exit! Have fun!”
Racism: has continually progressed since 1980s with understanding of historical genetics à la African ghost DNA, new haplogroups discovered, DNA sequencing, miniscule sample size evopsych studies.
Anti-racism: based on the same book since 1980s
WHO are the progressives here?
had the absolutely horrific and terrible thought that people being horny for menhera is just the anime version of "SuicideGirls"
Capitalist Discourses: Semiotic subdialectic theory and the subcultural
paradigm of reality
Jean-Jean S'en Brule d’Erlette
Department of Sexual Politics, Misanthropicallisticism University, Montreuil, France.
Semiotic subdialectic theory and Foucaultist phallic power relations In the works of a Pseudo-Madonna figure, a predominant concept is the concept of prestructural consciousness and it's inherent wankability. The subject is contextualised into a subcultural paradigm of reality that includes 'STURBANDOnation to the ABSURD as a paradox.
HOWEVER, the primary theme of such lofty works of Onanistic reiterations to a Madonna figure is not narrative per se, but postnarrative. La Tournier[1] suggests that we have to choose between semiotic (I can hear YOUR sniggering FROM HERE that YES the word is derived from SEMEN, as are YOU) subdialectic theory and Batailleist "powerful communication".
Thus, Lacan uses the term ‘Foucaultist phallic power relations’ to denote the absurdity, and some would say the collapse, of neotextual society that any FIFTHEENTH-EDUCATED-IMBECILLE should grasp their own tumescent member most vigourously when faced with MOST SUBLIMIMIEST OF HOLIES CRACKY_CHAN. Many such theories concerning the empirical subcultural paradigm of masturbo-reality may be revealed by judiciously peeling back the layers of the pseudointellectual foreskin that you SO BLATANTLY seem to be burdened with.
2. Cracky-Madonna and semiotic subdialectic theory
If one examines Foucaultist power relations, one is faced with a choice:
either reject constructivist desublimation of the libido or conclude that sexuality serves to
exploit the underprivileged and marginalized BETA-CUCK. Therefore, Marx uses the term ‘the subcultural
paradigm of masturbo-reality’ to denote the common ground between the total lack of any semblance of class and civil society. The premise of Foucaultist phallic power relations holds that class, perhaps paradoxically,
has NO SIGNIFICANCE.
The characteristic theme of la Fournier’s[2] analysis of
SEXTUAL objectivism is the role of the artiste as poet (YOU KNOW IT). However, if the Foucaultist phallic power relations holds, we have to choose between semiotic subdialectic theory and the neostructuralist horny police narrative. Sartre uses the term ‘Foucaultist phallic power relations’ to denote the VAST difference between society and sexual masturbo-identity.
“Class is used in the service of sexism,” says Marx; however, according to Parry[3] , it is not so much class that is used in the service of sexism, but rather the futility, and hence the failure, of class. Thus, Werther[4] suggests that the works of Madonna are reminiscent of Koons. If postcapitalist deconstruction holds, we have to choose between Foucaultist power relations and semioticist theory.
It could be said that in the 7 Days set the Psuedo-Madonna Cracky-Chan, deconstructs semiotic subdialectic theory; in the act of witholding sexual-gratifiction she analyses the subcultural paradigm of masturbo-reality while sitting on the crapper. Debord uses the term ‘predialectic misappropriation’ to denote not, in fact, dematerialism, but the obsession of other men's PENISES by horny police postdematerialists seeking to gatekeep adulation of the HOLIEST OF HOLIES CRACKY-CHAN, who would be better served by severing their own accursed member as Saint Thomas Aquinas so oft threatened to do, (FAPOCRITE) but never actually got around to doing the aforementioned deed, YOU CAN DO IT.
Thus, Derrida promotes the use of the subcultural paradigm of masturbo-reality to deconstruct a SANCTIMONIOUS, FAPOCRICTICAL, PYGMALIONIST, DUMMY-HUMPING hierarchy. Drucker[5] implies that we have to choose between merciful Foucaultist phallic power relations and such Sartreist absurdities.
However, the subject is interpolated into a semiotic subdialectic theory that includes language as a sextual masturbo-reality. Many such discourses concerning the defining characteristic of a post-OnlyFans-capitalist society exist. Very sad.
Thus, Debord uses the term ‘neomaterial nihilism’ to denote the common ground between sexual masturbo-identity and truth. Lyotard suggests the use of the subcultural paradigm of masturbo-reality to modify and challenge society's willingness to fap to pseudo-divine beings. (unlike Miss Stephanie Turner, who akchually IS divinity INCARNATE, the truest of the TRUE SISTERS OF MERCY.)
If your gay sex is so good that even the lions are saying "damn dude, we oughta try that" then reconsidering options is a necessity.
Elie Wiesel, the supreme king of virtue signalling
I think you're right. All the foreshadowing seems to be pointing toward the psychiatrist making Yui his deceased wife's replacement as revenge for raping her and driving her to suicide.
Conservatism is, by definition, antagonistic towards humanity. Opposing progress is misanthropy.
The four most over-rated things in life are champagne, lobster, anal sex and picnics. Oh, and that stupid children's book 'The Little Prince,' ugh.
Awesome! If you finish either of the orcs or that zombie soldier you showed in the spriting carnival thread, I'll circumcise my children in your holy name. 😁
I am a beaver. I chew trees down with my incisors, which by the way never stop growing.
I notch the tree with never a care in the world. Try it some time.
>be me
>tranny mental freak
>bored AF
>decide to post in a north korean gay forum about transphobia
>"why people are so mean about us trannies"
maybe if you post your bullshit in reddit, you get results.
here your are nothing but a faggot
go dilate and watch james charles
Bullshit.
Strength and weakness are necessarily components of every human being as we are mortal and incomplete.
There is no human of only strength, nor only weakness.
For every strength one has, there is also a fault, a lack. Beauty breeds vanity. Hardness breeds cruelty. Power breeds hubris. Success breeds excess.
What makes hard times is bad leadership, yours or that of others.
True however, is that weak men create hard dicks.
Ahh portugual.... the Brazilian speaking part of Spain
Tbh. I used to hate children. Then I finally found a good recipe. Proper reasoning.
Of course downtrodden people don't look or act 'respectable'. Why would they act like the people that victimize them?
Coulter is relatively intelligent, she's just a hateful bitch. Lahren is little more than a Nazi Markov chain stuffed into a Barbie doll.
I slowly pull the shiv out of the stranger's back. I rifle through his pockets and find two burger ration tickets. I head towards the McDonald's, humming "im lovin it"
man had some fuckin demons and none of us could've ever predicted hearing an anime girl say "sus" would've released them all at once like Pandora's box
>>2 fuck sea shepherd and fuck you. get cancer. i hope all dolphins get cancer too.
Doomguy actually wears gloves and does not have super thick wrinkly hands like I thought before
Ya me and my 5 year old gon blaze up together thats joint custody
you said furry then showed a brony
you need to put down the japanese textbooks and study the different sub-categories of degenerates
there is no greater destructive force on this earth than a middle class white liberal with good intentions
ask a straight guy how many dudes he’s slept with and see how gender neutral it is then.
I am an anglophile, and I'm not ashamed of it.
Every day, I wish that the glorious british empire had conquered and anglicized my shitty inferior nation. My life as a non-anglo is barely worth living except for the fact that there are still so many achievements of the ANGLO man left to marvel at that I couldn't ever hope to experience them all in one hundred years.
My nation is landlocked but I dream of the wide open sea, and of the mighty British ships that conquered her. I imagine myself at the side of Lord Horatio Nelson (possibly one of the greatest military commanders of all time) on an 80 cannon ship of the line. Our broadsides are tearing through filthy fr*ch scum when a cowardly frog shoots him. I look into his dying eyes and suddenly I'm in Africa, the heart of darkness, on a paddle steamer. My expedition is making it's way upstream of a river when the thick foliage suddenly clears out, making way for a seemingly endless body of water. We did it. We discovered Lake Victoria. Then, I'm in a factory where powerful beasts of steel powered by steam and fire are working tamely for the ANGLO man. The steam turns into gunpowder smoke. I'm in a line battle. We're moving down hordes of Zulus, Frenchmen, Germans, Americans, Russians, Turks and Chinese but they just keep coming, for Britain's enemies are many but equals are few. They are about to overrun us when I find myself in the seat of a Supermarine Spitfire, the best multirole propeller fighter ever built. I know I must defend our skies from the invading huns. I fire a salvo into the side of a g*rmanic bomber. It catches fire and falls out of the sky, a victim of superior ANGLO engineering. Now, we take our fight to the invaders. Lancaster bombers are raining fire on g*rman cities. I look up into the night sky and see Bomber Harris himself smiling down at me. Finally, I arrive at the falklands. My SAS squad is surrounded on all sides by argie scum, without escape. I'm out of ammo, ready to die for the Queen.
You know, this may actually pose issues for future hikers, as many of the dead bodies had become trail landmarks.
Yep, uncles are more of the “society owes us sex why are women not giving us any” variety.
All mighty protector of the #Lewd and #Ecchi I beg of thee, please heed my cry. Transform thyself from orb of light and bring me victory in this fight. I beseech thee, grace our humble game but first I shall call out thy name: EMPUSA!!! Find me #waifu related profiles to follow!
>American Blacks may reject the idea sorcerers can remotely shrink or erase their penises and then turn into goats to evade capture, they don't believe in mermaids, they know guns aren't advanced white man magic, and they aren't killing bald men on the rumor there's gold in their heads.
Have you ever seen an African-in-America react to a magic trick?
They're like cats with cucumbers.
These fucking flannel bands are killing us!
Have you tried digging your nose by putting your hand behind your head and come from the other way round? Don't try it: you may sprain your hand or poke your eye. That was how I felt after I tried the Sous Vide process. I will not bother with the oven either.
Yeah when I think of the most atrocious problems of the USSR universal daycare is right at the top.
You're not intended to read this as a Blade Runner reference, but I guess I can't stop you, much as I wish I could. I wish I could do a lot of things.
Tus días como persona normal están contados. Tus días de ser BASADISIMO acaban de comenzar.
A man who raided a McDonald's brandishing a fake gun and demanding nuggets has been jailed, after fleeing with a McMuffin and cash from the till.
Rock: 3 chords played in front of 10,000 people
Jazz: 10,000 chords played in fron of 3 people
woman dedicating her entire life to academic japanese queer studies because she was bullied for liking yaoi and was too afraid to say "yeah I find it hot, fuck you". many such cases!
We was sittin' there watchin' the stage. Waitin' for the man they called Coltrane to come out and do his thing. It was me and my four droogs. Them bein' Peter, Georgio and Dim; Dim being really Dim.
'Round an hour'd passed and the place was packed straight through to the back. I'd just dropped some dollars for 'Trane's Giant Steps six months back. Now was the time, this was the place. The Village Vanguard. New York City. 1961.
I was only there for the first night, see, but them cats at Impulse! just made my life complete. They put out four CDs of all that sound 'Trane put out those nights. But you know my type, man. Can't afford to eat, let alone spend some heavy cash on music. So I only got the essential. Live at the Village Vanguard: The Master Takes is one disc, makin' it one-fourth the cost of the box set. And you only get the best stuff.
Man, the opening beauty of "Spiritual..." It's like a dream I had: I floated on the River Nile, smokin' some fresh weed, relaxin'. But I ain't ever gonna see the Nile anyhow. This track's as close as I come, and it's close enough. Best of the best, though, has gotta be "India." It's only when you listen to a perfect old jazz tune like this that you realize how much drum-n-bass is derived from this music. 'Trane takes it to heaven and back with some style, man. Some richness, daddy. It's a sad thing his life was cut short by them jaws o' death.
Shit, cat. It don't make a difference. The man produced enough good music to last me a lifetime. This Village Vanguard thing's just another example of the genius of Coltrane.
I am a house
I feel like I have lots of small little sofas inside me.
Also I have a basement full of ice cream and steak in me.
It is day 3 of being a small family house with a king size bed.
Can anyone relate?
Thanks.
I'm going to take a wild guess here, but are you feeling a bit frustrated because no one is listening to your noise? If so, don't be; that's how it used to be before people started sharing their distorted farts online, and maybe that's how it should have stayed. If you're making a racket for recognition or having your ego fed; stop making a racket 😉
I AM NOT PISSED ABOUT PEOPLE NOT LIKING OR ANYONE LISTENING TO MY SHIT I JUST WANT TO FUCKING NOT EXIST ANYMORE BECAUSE THE WHOLE WORLD IS FUCKING GARBAGE NOBODY IS WORTH A FUCKING THING TO ME ANYMORE AND FUCK MONEY
ALL PEOPLE ARE IS MONEY
FUCK EM
NOBODY HAS KINDNESS, DECENCY OR RESPECT
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS FUCKING ANGUISH WITHOUT HARD WORK AND I HAVE WORKED ENOUGH
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF PEOPLE THINK IT'S EDGY
I just want to go out and walk to a new country but I got a fucked up toe
nu(t) a shulny = no I shall not
if you don't have this release then get it ASAP, the artist i worked with has come out as a full fat TERF (self identifying)
it will be deleted at 10pm GMT tonight (4th May.)
Jerking off while being watched by everyone. I do it now. I do it on skype, or other sites where strangers pass by and either stop and watch or keep going. It is supposed to be 18 and over but there are younger ones in there and they get me horny more. Even if they are not showing and tell me there a young girl who is raped by there grandfather. It is okay with me I love the idea of girls being raped and incest is the best.
I have been exposing myself in an "accidental way" for 4o years or so. It started out when I was really young and discovered masturbation I was in the shower and there was a plastic cup in there for rinsing off with, hard to reach parts like your asshole. It felt good when I ran it over my cock. Then I started to let the shower head spray hit the tip of my cock and it felt better. It did not make me cum yet but close. The first time a came was like most kids, a wet dream.
My bedroom was right across the hall from the bathroom and the front door. When I was in my room beating off I figured out after it happening by accident the first time, I could expose myself by "accident if I just left my door open just a little bit. The light in my room was brighter than the hallway so who ever was either going to use the front door or bathroom could see into my room and the light would kinda get their attention. If they liked what they saw they could just stand there and I really could not see them and they could watch me jack off my almost nine inch cock. From the time I was around 9 years old I started playing that game. If your wondering if my cock was 9 inches then, lol not. I'm not sure really how bigit was but it was hard as a rock and would stay that way for a long time.
I think the first one that caught me jacking was my cousin Jeannie.. She is the one that saw me by accident the first time. She was 3 years older than me and was a horny one. She never said anything to me at first but later when we use to I'll show you mine if you show me yours kinda thing she said she use to peek at me when I was in my room jacking.
I use to watch one of my parents friends daughters when they would go out on the weekends. I use to let her watch me jack off. She was about 5 or 6 years younger than me....She would watch me for a really short time and then just walk in and want to touch my cock.I'm 69 now and I still love people watch me jack off.
>>795
I hope she didn't expect a high paying career with that degree.
Is that butter cause imma put that shit on everything.
no no you see the beat is SUPPOSED to be off, its SUPPOSED to be kind of annoying, but it gets stuck in your head anyway, thats the point. niwakas would not understand.
Covid farts are a thing?
FML
My theory on Furries being a good example of white culture, if not the peak of the white hyperculture as a whole, goes even deeper. I believe that in general the idea of being a furry entails a total rejection of evolution and logic, meaning that generally furries are a wider proccess of stagnation of the evolutionary process. Not only is being a furry a rejection of linear, ever progressing evolution, but also a complete overhaul of it, with furries generally completely avoiding the whole concept that many darwinists have of what is "fit". Not only are furries the vanguard of white hyperculture, but also the vanguard of a post-human society as a whole. Regardless, whiteness entails wealth and so entails a relative comfort and happiness, meaning one can look towards new identities for expressing their innermost needs. One could go so far as saying that, indeed, other cultures are unable to express this vanguard (being a furry) because they are intellectually and spiritually inferior, stuck to murdering eachother in the millions for ethnic conflicts and petty things instead of looking forward to "enwhiten" themselves. Notice how the whitest countries in Africa (Algeria, Namibia) are doing the best economically. If Africa was solely made out of white people, it would be richer than Europe.
Eh.. Whats world4ch? o-o nice art btw!
Without white progressives like me to supervise them, ethnic minorities are helpless and easily exploited.
I shall clench my buttocks in the meantime.
oh shit. i'm safe from covid AND i don't need birth control? awesome!
I had an accidental kill where one fell into a rain barrel. It was confusing because the barrel was almost full. Not more than two inches from the top to the water below. It probably climbed up there to get a drink in the first place. But somehow this animal was so blind, diseased, poisoned or something, it never found the way out. It was so close to freedom, but instead it just bumped repeatedly into low walls until it was exhausted and drowned. Another nightmare way to die, brought to you by rats.
being a 32 year old Virgin is not something to be ashamed of, nor is moaning loudly. try biting down on a pillow the next time you enjoy a dream. also explain to Mom that you "don't want to woken up".
Tbh after seeing faceapp gender switching all I have been trained to see when looking at women's selfies is how beta they would be as a man and how much I would probably have bullied them like lmao bro you have such fine bone structure do u know what theyd do to you in prison lol
Found out I have Qur’anavirus.
And the only cure is Allah subhana wa ta’ala.
Real men do intense hypertrophy workouts while blasting sissy hypno on high quality headphones to practice accessing their inner beast under the greatest ADVERSITY.
This is riding the tiger.
Is Jon actually talking to a pile of cat hair? is this another cat he made earlier? Is this one of Garfield's decoys? Did Jon momentarily mistake a pile of cat hair for a cat, or does he actually act as if it is a cat, like in an Imaginary Garfield strip? What emotion does he express as he gazes through the fourth wall? Is he annoyed at mistaking cat hairs for a cat? Annoyed that his Garfield replacement is not working out? Is Garfield still alive in this comic? Is the pile of cat hair this universe's version of Garfield?
It is manifestly immoral for the media, politicians, and celebrities to subject Americans to an endless racial shaming ritual over a few local police shootings and simultaneously heap uncritical support upon Israel while it uses militarized police against mobs armed with rocks.
You look like an ai tried to make an Asian person but messed up when a blobfish got in the algorithm.
years ago, I ran a several year D&D4e campaign that went from 1-20th level. The most frustrated the group ever was, was when I told them that they found a latrine room and a pit below it. Of course the wizard threw detect magic on and I told them that there was a faint glow of magic coming from everything in the below room. They spent, in real time, over an hour searching the shit pit, growing ever annoyed that they didn't figure out that the shit was faintly magical because the troops in the keep had been eating exclusively magically summoned food for months.
My favorite fantasy is having a sleepover with a couple of guys my own age who accept me for who I am and I'd be wearing blue boxershorts, my favorite blue jockstrap, my favorite blue football jersey and a worn out blue trucker hat (in case you haven't noticed blue is my favorite color. I think it's because I resent missing out on twenty years of masculinity and I'm subconsciously trying to make up for lost time by being as manly as possible.)
It would be cold and windy outside but we'd be nice and warm curled up infront of a car engine. We'd spend the night working on the car, flicking boogers at each other, drinking beer, wrestling and watching porn while jerking each other off (again, I was robbed of a boyhood).
They wouldn't care that I wasn't close to passing or that my voice was feminine, they'd just accept me as one of the boys. We'd spend the night burping and would drift off to sleep one by one and the night would end up with me wrapped up in a cum-stained blanket drifting off to sleep knowing that for the first time in my life I'd been accepted for who I truly am. Sigh.
Probably not going to happen in the near future, but a guy? / girl? can always dream.
School was a product of the industrial era.
The industrial era was about creating cogs to fit in the corporate machine that are compliant and do not question authority.
Notice how "intelligence" is defined as how well someone can memorize, not how well someone can come up with innovative ideas.
The purpose of school is to create compliant workers.
Work in the industrial era is tedious and boring, so school is tedious and boring like work.
This is why in the information age there is so much talk about the necessity to reform the schools system.
The system is corrupt, and defiance is the solution
#bluelivesmatter
>>827 Happy memories, the kind you ain't buy how much you pay
this is exactly right and it infuriates me that I find games boring because the average person is such a fucking retard that games need to be made easy enough for them.
I'm not bragging, I have an IQ of 138. I took the MENSA test bc there was a big tiddy girl that took it and asked me to take it with her, and I passed. Whenever I say this to anyone on the internet they shit themselves and call me an asshole for bragging. I'm not bragging. I was born with it. I didn't earn it.
I don't even want to be high IQ. I've achieved nothing in my life. I make 30k/yr in a dead-end job and the only thing I'm doing with my life is jerking off to 2D girls and playing vidya, and I can't even enjoy vidya because the games are so fucking easy, because absolute retards demand them to be.
There used to be niche games for faggots like me, games that were really difficult, like UFO defense. Even civ 4 with Kmod was plenty difficult for me. But nu-civ is garbage. Fuck me, man.
American twitter: constant purges and heavy censorship. Can't even offend insane eunuchs
Russian twitter: "nude Thursdays" regularly trend, literal terrorists write under their own names
Played this at my funeral, I got revived so they could kill me again
The former porn star is the only one actually playing a game.
I can confidently say I’m a knockout. I’m a gorgeous woman. That’s not me being egotistical, narcissistic. It’s just a fact. I’m a knockout. I have great genes. A part of being a knockout, I have confidence and je ne sais quoi, that is unmistakably in my pheromones, and my chemistry, and the way I walk, in my attitude, unmistakable. I am divine feminine energy. And a part of that does not match with the conventional beauty, sometimes, of what sensuality, or society has inferred.
I find one of the most tantalizing and exciting things I’ve ever observed about myself was that, I can drive men crazy and drive people crazy. That I have this air about me that exudes such sexuality, my small breast, and my little frame, and my sweet, little girl voice. It exudes something in people that is extremely passionate and tantalizing. I’ve always just been so into that, and intrigued by that, and have learned how to develop my sensuality as a woman by that. And I glorify it. I think it’s so funny. I swear to God, all your men fantasize about me and probably wonder what it’s like to be with someone who is as small as I am.
Google Docs gives up on the pretense of being a website, and embraces its nature: a subpar office suite implemented in the world's least-efficient possible GUI toolkit.
Oh, I didn't know that the expression "anus peek" is used a lot. Thanks for letting me know!
How Serbia Became a Sweet Raspberry Heaven; 16/04/2016 Featured, Traditional Cuisine
I cancel out global warming by capturing all the suns energy in my balls and preventing it from going elsewhere.
Uh huh, I see. jots on clipboard and are these "fascists" in the room with us right now?
Has anyone put dialectric greese under their crt suction cup before? I want to do this to prevent arcing whem its humid but im not sure how much to apply or if there's anything to watch out for
I believe that when u are fat, everything u say/think is underlaid by the fact that u are fat— any advice given or idea raised comes with the asterisk of obesity, signalling that u hate beauty and have made ur body a monument to ugliness, and are dying as a consequence.
I assume Japanese children speak like a bunch of drunken morons in real life
A bewitching appearance and an athlete-like dance. She is also a supermarket.
(this came out of google translate, but it still fits here)
This might be the least sexually appealing sentence ever formed. I may never get a boner again. A frumpy Ilsa she-wolf of the SS hausfrau could describe sex in detached, mechanistic terms like some sort of marine biologist and it would be more appealing than this verbal Funko Pop.
Has he published anything since his... minor snafu?
I hate white men. So impatient with white men, so cruel to white men, so angry about white men. I love everybody other than white men, but white men make me sick. They make me gag, they make me nauseous, they make me angry. They deserve to get thrown into a woodchipper.
White men are worthless. White men are cuckolds, furfags, fatass losers. White men have gyno titties that probably lactate. White men are cringe. They're embarrassed, they're humiliated, they're taking too much xanax and pissing their pants. White boys belong in diapers to keep from pissing themselves. Diapers and pacifiers so they'll shut the fuck up and stop whining all the time. Bitching about reverse racism, depression, unemployment. Bitching about niggers and spics and trannies. White men bitch about trannies because they themselves are autistic AGP repressors. White men are autism. They're furries, they're bronies, they're CS majors.
White men know they're nothing without money. When they lose their jobs they lose their wives and then blow their brains out. Black men can be jobless and maintain a social network. As soon as white men don't have a deep wallet they're suicidal hikkis. This is because white men have no inherent worth. We don't love you, we don't care about you, we don't want you around.
White men deserve to be baptized in rancid urine. Hold the baby underwater until it's unconscious. Make the baby drink semen from a milk bottle, never give it milk. White men deserve to be stepped on, spat on, pissed on. Castrated and killed. Humiliated and tortured. I hate when white men have sex. I love seeing white women in interracial relationships. Do NOT fuck white men. Their genes are autistic dogshit. White men should kill themselves. White men should tie a noose around their necks, blow one last load from their disgusting little wormcocks, and then dangle like Christmas tree ornaments. If you're white then fuck you.
if a celeb announced a social media competition where you recorded yourself throwing a bunch of food in the bin and whoever wasted the most got a prize, i don't think many people would be on their side
but add a few layers of technological obfuscation and it's tHe FuTuRe oF mOnEy