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Moral of the story. When life is hard, aim for its butthole.
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1/5 Historyczny rekord z 1936 do dziś jest często podawany jako najdłuższy skok czołgu w historii.
Podczas testów radziecki czołg BT-7 wykonał skok o długości 42 metrów w locie swobodnym. Kierowcą był kapitan J.A. Kulczycki doświadczony tester. Czołg rozpędzał się do prędkości
If there is one thing Russia does well, it is selling the idea that all their women are statuesque blondes with big tits and pert asses: when most of the women look like this👇
Damon Wayans Jr. exposes the truth about how Black celebrities vs. white celebrities act behind closed doors
"That’s when I realized the difference between how Black celebrities have fun and white celebrities have fun was on the set of Other Guys"
"We got Will Ferrell and Adam McKay. I got really close with them, right? And so close that they had this poker night... he would rent this nice hotel room and had a dealer and open bar"
"I remember showing up for the first time and it was like Will Ferrell, it was Adam, a couple other celebrities… zero bitches, right? And so this is before I was married, right? Zero bitches"
"So I go up to Will and I’m just like, 'Hey man, where the hoes at?' He’s like, 'Hoes? Um, I’m married.' I was like, 'Oh no… but like, where the hoes at?' He’s like, 'No, we’re just going to play poker'"
"I just wasn’t used to it, you know? ‘Cause like, you know, Uncle Marlon… he got hoes everywhere. He bring hoes to the dentist"
"Yeah, that nigga die, he bring bitches to heaven. Like, 'What’s up, God? Me plus three. Can we get them some wings?'"
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The Deity from the Tower. An Incident from the Cimmerian's Youth 🐘🔮
🤖 Made with AI
Poetry👌
The black rifle coffee alpha male takes a sip from his thermos and looks out from the bunker to the battlefield, it’s hell out there. “Perfect” He thinks
He adjusts the sights on his custom-built 16-inch 6mm ARC AR-15 with a Proof Research carbon-fiber barrel, JP Enterprises silent captured spring system, and a Geissele Super Dynamic Enhanced two-stage trigger. He picked it because the trigger felt smooth against his $350 carbon fiber combat gloves, and the alloy magazines were 20 grams lighter against his $2200 Kevlar vest.
He mindlessly feels at his tactical pouch, he has a 10 year supply of testosterone cypionate in it, just in case the pharmacies get hit. He smirks, “Daddy needs his combat fuel.” He’s been on TRT for 7 years, his testes have cobwebs on them.
He steps out of the bunker, he’s spent years training for this moment, doing weighted carries, getting “don’t tread on me” tattoos, bow hunting, having a beard.
“It’s fuckin showtime.” He announces.
Just then he feels something lightly tap his leg. He glances down. It’s a 17 dollar drone off temu. It has a decal on it.
“Is that… hentai?”
His legs are blown smooth off.
12 miles away in a disgusting room illuminated only by the degenerate glow of purple LED strip lighting, a 17 year old leans back in his cum stained gamer chair. He’s grown so frail and sickly his friends and family keep mistaking him for Asmongold.
He grabs another 30mg vyvanse and washes it down with a cold chicken nugget.
“GG faggot”
He’s killed 500 men.
I've always found it strange when people say "I don't like (food/music/drink/tvShow) as if I am supposed to argue the merits with them. Don't fuckin' have any then, bro. No one wants to hang out with you anyway.
























