Rule 1 you fucking faggot
>Hitler did nothing wrong
I didn't choose the chan life, the chan life choose me."
Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time. For ya'll have knocked her up. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe. I was not offended, for I knew I had to rise above it all or drown in my own shit.
EXCUSE ME, I AM A GENDERFLUID DEMIGIRL PRESENTING AGENDER, GENDERFABULOUS, A GRAY-PANSEXUAL AND TERRASEXUAL, BIROMANTIC, A POC BIRD AND FAEKIN, AND A SPARKLEQUEER HOW DARE YOU TELL ME TO CHECK MY PRIVILEGE YOU WHITE CISHET MALE SCUM
Because it's the quote that this book deserves, but not the one it needs right now... and so we'll write it... because it can take it... because it's not a quote... it's a silent advisor, a watchful ideal... a Dark Quote...
"All great movements are popular movements. They are the volcanic eruptions of human passions and emotions, stirred into activity by the ruthless Goddess of Distress or by the torch of the spoken word cast into the midst of the people."
You see, it begins with a ritual to the Taco Lord. One must ensure that they sacrifice the charred fat or walrus, and only walrus, in a vigorous fashion. Then one must make an oval in which to contain the Taco Lord once he is summoned. A circle will not suffice, this shape only serves to further enrage the Taco Lord. Upon summoning the Taco Lord, one must ask him how to gyrate eggplants on Wednesdays. This is code for "I want a baby." The Taco Lord will implant his magic, which will grow inside the mother's small intestine. Once the magical energies are at full capacity (9 months later), the mother's vagina serves as a portal to the Taco Lord's dimension, where the baby is thrown through the portal. The umbilical cord is actually a string to make sure the Taco Lord doesn't throw the baby too far through the portal and forcefully into the doctor. And there you have it. All hail the mighty Taco Lord.
My ex girlfriend told me a story of someone that did that. It was incredibly sad.
>She works at a newsagent
>Customer father and son always come in together
>One day just the father comes in
>She asks where he is
>He says "not around"
>She founds out that he committed suicide on the night of his graduation
He's never ever been the same since. Some people just hide it.
I'm young, black, rich and famous. I got ten dollas hangin from my anus.
When you read this I have most likely completed my plan. A bomb has been planted on one of the 747 airplanes in the JFK airport. Another bomb has been planted in New York, if one bomb get defused the other will go off. This is a message to the american people, please join Islam or suffer the consequences. Allahu Akbar.
I wish you people know how much you hurt my feelings these last few years. I feel as though no one really knows me, knows what Im really all about. Ive spent so much time crying by myself I cannot wait to get away from you all and hopefully never see ANY of you ever again. Dont bother trying to contact me you bunch of losers.....