"So I urge you to click the "add to cart" button now and thank yourself later-after all this is over-for making one of the best decisions in your lifetime."
Why doesn't Mom use more butter or olive oil? When the leftover spaghetti comes out of the fridge it becomes some weird kind of 'pasta meatloaf' that must be carved with a spoon. It's like eating tiny brains.
And they blame it on fairer skins, shit we better win, lets just be tolerant, and look where it’s at. Middle America, now it’s a tragedy, now it’s so sad to see.
Now do you realize that we are in a war that we will never win that war until we treat it like a war. If you ever played first person shooter or an RPG video game what happens if you just walk up to the enemy and refuse to fight or try to talk to it? You get KILLED! GAME OVER! That is what is happening to us right now.
That's a really good analogy. Another would be if you walked up to a bear and tried to debate with it on weather or not you should be allowed to continue living.
Limping away from my afternoon trans-power waterboarding enlightenment session, I stumble on the cold stone steps of the De-radicalization centre, and a purple-wigged tolerance counselour kicks me hard in the back, planting my face into the freezing mud.
“TO THE LINE, BIGOT!” Xhe delivers another set of swift kicks, and the swelling taste of blood disappears in a wash of searing rib pain and blinding wind-driven sleet running salt against my lifted eyes. “SIXTEEN FEET!”
I leave the tattered remains of one rat-hide slipper in the mud as I scramble to escape the blows. “GROW EQUITY! STAY THE SAY!” Half-hobbling, half running, my twisted ankle groaning, xher slogan-teachings fade into the howling wind and swinging chain-lines of the volunteers digging molded potatoes in the St. Floyd Peace Garden. I take my place, fall to my knees, brush away a clump of sod that turns out to be a frozen rat.
Ha! A poisoned rat, a blessing! Left out by last night’s labor-layers, mine, all mine, for me! I spit out a tooth fragment and dig with the three fingers left on my only hand, and muffle the cry of mad laughter gathering in my choked throat, thinking of the new slippers I can make, the stew I can brew or trade for writing sticks or even half a cig, ah, to light a cig and sit back, listening to Joes Ho tell lies on the radio loudspeaker, resting, resting in an easy chair by the warm fire, the fire so warm from the whole world burning...
“Hey.” I snap back from my reverie at the clear sharp voice directly behind my head. “Hey. You there.”
Is it a re-education judge? A unity commissar? A king Chaz? I cower and tremble, afraid to turn and face the new pain, afraid to lose another fleeting moment with my frozen pocketed treasure.
I try to speak but nothing comes out except a hoarse whisper that disgusts me. My MAGA is low, I’m nothing now, a worthless husk left over, with no voice, no gun, no way to make MAGA, discarded here until I to learn to love diversity and accept the cryptobug.
“I want to tell you.” It’s a man’s voice. A man. Not a xir or xhim, or a xirr. The voice is hard, and smooth, like... like a granite countertop, like from before the Bidening, the kind of countertop people used to have in their houses, the big houses with electricity and even heat, and doors to all the rooms.
I turn to face the man’s voice, and the wind suddenly goes quiet against my ears, and the throbbing from my bloody lip is silent.
“I want to tell you that Tucker Carlson is a fucking Cuck.”
Before I can lift my eyes, he has turned, and his figure disappears into the blow. He was dressed like me, another camp guest here, and I never saw his face before, but I know him! I know him, and I push out with all the air in my lungs, over the cracked rib, with all my last MAGA I try and then my voice rises up through my bruised throat and soars passed my bloody lips into the air, to be heard across the whole camp: “Anaconda! Anaconda! They let fags like you in here?”
My left-wing employer and their left-wing employees are gushing with happiness that "Biden" is making vaccines available for everybody May 1st.
I guarantee they would be a mixed reaction if Trump announced that; and the "yay the president pulled through for us!" would instead be "Are they really safe though?" Either way, nobody seems to care that Trump set the framework up for making it possible.
I could see "For Unity", "We need to do it for Unity" being the communist mantra our authoritarian government uses when they issue the order to hunt down conservatives on a national scale.
I was testing out my headphones this weekend and a video of Biden came on the news. In order to get more people vaccinated, he will allow dentists paramedics and veterinarians to give the vaccine to humans. Yes, you too can share a doctor with Fluffy and Fido, just like on Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad!
You realize that these vaccines are experimental and if you get one or two shots AND have life insurance you automatically have your life insurance null in void. So if you die, you get nothing from the life insurance.
In the paper, the news everyday it is
I don't know, that's just the way it is
Moms spaghetti
Das rasist!!
Stop peddling your wares here.....
bottom of your infobot page
"So I urge you to click the "add to cart" button now and thank yourself later-after all this is over-for making one of the best decisions in your lifetime."
DEPORT THIS FUCKING FAGGOT FRENS!
Why doesn't Mom use more butter or olive oil? When the leftover spaghetti comes out of the fridge it becomes some weird kind of 'pasta meatloaf' that must be carved with a spoon. It's like eating tiny brains.
And they blame it on fairer skins, shit we better win, lets just be tolerant, and look where it’s at. Middle America, now it’s a tragedy, now it’s so sad to see.
Because sciences.
Sorry, but Dan Crenshaw ain't no fren of Pepe.
Pepe Pliskin
Dan Cuckshaw.
I like heroes that don’t get shot in the face.
Dan Crenshaw can fuck off. He's a globalist stooge.
but at least he keeps Lindsey busy squirting in his eye hole.
Come with me if you want to meme
The Left: "YoU CaN'T StOp tHe gOvErNmEnT WiTh aN Ar-15!"
Filthy Me: "WELCOME TO THE
RICECORN FIELDS, MOTHERFUCKER!"Now do you realize that we are in a war that we will never win that war until we treat it like a war. If you ever played first person shooter or an RPG video game what happens if you just walk up to the enemy and refuse to fight or try to talk to it? You get KILLED! GAME OVER! That is what is happening to us right now.
That's a really good analogy. Another would be if you walked up to a bear and tried to debate with it on weather or not you should be allowed to continue living.
Pepe lose his legs or just skip 'leg day' at the gym?
Never skip leg day
the year is 2041...
Limping away from my afternoon trans-power waterboarding enlightenment session, I stumble on the cold stone steps of the De-radicalization centre, and a purple-wigged tolerance counselour kicks me hard in the back, planting my face into the freezing mud.
“TO THE LINE, BIGOT!” Xhe delivers another set of swift kicks, and the swelling taste of blood disappears in a wash of searing rib pain and blinding wind-driven sleet running salt against my lifted eyes. “SIXTEEN FEET!”
I leave the tattered remains of one rat-hide slipper in the mud as I scramble to escape the blows. “GROW EQUITY! STAY THE SAY!” Half-hobbling, half running, my twisted ankle groaning, xher slogan-teachings fade into the howling wind and swinging chain-lines of the volunteers digging molded potatoes in the St. Floyd Peace Garden. I take my place, fall to my knees, brush away a clump of sod that turns out to be a frozen rat.
Ha! A poisoned rat, a blessing! Left out by last night’s labor-layers, mine, all mine, for me! I spit out a tooth fragment and dig with the three fingers left on my only hand, and muffle the cry of mad laughter gathering in my choked throat, thinking of the new slippers I can make, the stew I can brew or trade for writing sticks or even half a cig, ah, to light a cig and sit back, listening to Joes Ho tell lies on the radio loudspeaker, resting, resting in an easy chair by the warm fire, the fire so warm from the whole world burning...
“Hey.” I snap back from my reverie at the clear sharp voice directly behind my head. “Hey. You there.”
Is it a re-education judge? A unity commissar? A king Chaz? I cower and tremble, afraid to turn and face the new pain, afraid to lose another fleeting moment with my frozen pocketed treasure.
I try to speak but nothing comes out except a hoarse whisper that disgusts me. My MAGA is low, I’m nothing now, a worthless husk left over, with no voice, no gun, no way to make MAGA, discarded here until I to learn to love diversity and accept the cryptobug.
“I want to tell you.” It’s a man’s voice. A man. Not a xir or xhim, or a xirr. The voice is hard, and smooth, like... like a granite countertop, like from before the Bidening, the kind of countertop people used to have in their houses, the big houses with electricity and even heat, and doors to all the rooms.
I turn to face the man’s voice, and the wind suddenly goes quiet against my ears, and the throbbing from my bloody lip is silent.
“I want to tell you that Tucker Carlson is a fucking Cuck.”
Before I can lift my eyes, he has turned, and his figure disappears into the blow. He was dressed like me, another camp guest here, and I never saw his face before, but I know him! I know him, and I push out with all the air in my lungs, over the cracked rib, with all my last MAGA I try and then my voice rises up through my bruised throat and soars passed my bloody lips into the air, to be heard across the whole camp: “Anaconda! Anaconda! They let fags like you in here?”
#Perfection
looks up from zoom eyes glossy from laughter tears Thank you dear wordsmith, your medicine is a sweet balm for the soul.
If we get 20 years before this I'll be surprised
America 2022
My left-wing employer and their left-wing employees are gushing with happiness that "Biden" is making vaccines available for everybody May 1st.
I guarantee they would be a mixed reaction if Trump announced that; and the "yay the president pulled through for us!" would instead be "Are they really safe though?" Either way, nobody seems to care that Trump set the framework up for making it possible.
Fake getting yours, encourage them to get multiple shots.
We must use their ( globalists ) poisons against their sheep while remaining free of poison ourselves.
Top real world spice
This is the piece de resistance
It was never about the curve. It was about controlling you.
I could see "For Unity", "We need to do it for Unity" being the communist mantra our authoritarian government uses when they issue the order to hunt down conservatives on a national scale.
FACT CHECK: FALSE
OP's title is only mostly true, it's only like day 360 or so out of 15 to flatten the curve.
We're past day 365. 367 to be exact, but meh.
Yeah, I couldn't remember if 15 days ago happened last March or April.
It was March 15. I remember because it should have been over by April Fool's day.
Ironic ...
They'll never take me alive.
Is non gmo the new white cis gendered makes?
I was testing out my headphones this weekend and a video of Biden came on the news. In order to get more people vaccinated, he will allow dentists paramedics and veterinarians to give the vaccine to humans. Yes, you too can share a doctor with Fluffy and Fido, just like on Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad!
Gon' drax them sklounst.
I have that very AR. Black Rain Ordinance (BRO), 223/556. Smoothest action, and will easily take out Terminator bot.
Judgement Day.......
Sweet kicks!
¡Viva le Pepe !
9/10 only because the shoes should be Trump shoes (yes these do exist).
DUN-DUN DUN DUN-DUN
DUN-DUN DUN DUN-DUN
It would be President Kamala Harris at that point.
Nah, she'd be long gone in 20 years.
I’ve not worn a mask and I can’t see myself dating a woman who does or did. Only option now is to die fighting the BILL-1 androids.
You realize that these vaccines are experimental and if you get one or two shots AND have life insurance you automatically have your life insurance null in void. So if you die, you get nothing from the life insurance.
Regardless of cause of death?
Many of us don't make it to day 750, day 576 was a historic day, we have em hell
*In Minecraft
I like those Pepe shoes.
come with me if you want Trump
Great screen name OP.
That should be the name for a new group of all of us...
DBC - Death Before Communism
I like it
Day 750?
The ScamDemic did not start in early 2019.
Hes talking about a future date. It'll take a while to build the Bill Gates death robots after all.
LOL right....
Excuse me while things fly over my head this morning.
We also have no Terminators, in case you missed that deboonkable fact.
China's probably got 1 or 2 in development already.
You dun goofed