I've got a few greentexts in my folder i'll dump
I rarely lose these YLYL greentext threads. You want to know why?
...its cause I'm a lil stinker! Hahahah!
I'm just a lil stinker, hah!
>MFW i'm just a lil stinker
DUI gone and feminists lives ruined, plus the white knights lives also pretty messed up.
I hope the kid grows up okay, but this anon did a great thing.
I myself am English. Seeing people post shit like this amuses me, because its just fucking funny how people think all Brits are posh toffs that smoke pipes. Most of us just say the word "cunt" like its the most common work in the world.
pic related is how Americans views you English types
shut up and have fun fagit
at this point of the thread we need the greatest bastard of them all EB McGee
this got me quite a bit buut its a good greentext imo
I only have a couple that don't take forever to find on my phone.
>>house party on 9/11
...on a tuesday, at 9 in the morning
Are you saying he deserved to die in an outright painful and horrible manner because he accidentally mistook a fuel cell for a blunt?
It definately sounds like you are.
And guess what that makes you?
A fucking cunt.
How can you wish someone a painful death over a stupid mistake
tfw no little sister to take care of and be a big brother to
And on this day, anon developed a cuck fetish
Seriously though, wow. How does someone allow themselves to be walked on like that. Grow a spine.
This was actually saddening to read. Poor guy is probably still head over heels for that toxic bitch
I was expecting it to end with some kind of pay off like he went and burned jakes house down or even some kind of dinosaur or some other shit but nope literally just a story about a dude who tried to be alpha but became so beta he basically became an it.
garuntee noone of you have seen this before ever because i made it a few months ago. first time posting
I think the authorities are going to think that the kid was kidnapped, raped, and murdered when they find a naked body fill of jizz and if they're able to link the DNA from the jizz back to him he's going to be in for a lot of trouble.
Let's say that he's caught and his story holds water in court with the evidence that the death couldn't possibly have been done by him, what's the penalty for fucking a dead body you've come across?
That is some pretty sick shit and I know he's going to feel bad about it for the rest of his life whether he gets caught or not.
I'm glad its not me who gets the rage from reading this. Shit like this, a few other things, and some painful as all hell life events have actually started to make me get off to the pain and disgust I feel from these sorta stories. Thinking about going to counselling for it but until then moar like this?
>I had a dream once that I was in a school for whatever reason.
>I was going to each classroom door and I'd peak in.
>I don't remember why I was doing this, but somehow along my journey I encountered Bill Cosby.
>He didn't see me that I could tell but he was sputtering his gibberish language.
>He was riding a rascal or small scooter through the halls.
>It's odd now that I think about it, but was normal in the dream to me.
>Something in my mind told me to get the hell away from him.
>I began darting through the hallways and he was always on my path on his damned scooter.
>I couldn't see him and he couldn't see me, but I knew he was there because his scooter kept making a 'meep meep meep meep' sound when it moved.
>Running out of places to run, I darted into a classroom and ducked behind a small wall in the room.
>I could hear his scooter nearing me.
>"Meep meep meep meep"
>It got closer to me.
>"Meep meep meeeep meeeeeep" the meep sounds growing longer as the scooter slowed, right around the corner from me.
>One last "meeeeeeeeep" and I could see the front wheel of this damned scooter with this possessed Bill Cosby who spoke in tongues.
>This was when I decided to take action.
>I sprung out from behind the wall and I believe I yelled "Pudding pops!" while waving my hands at him like a crazy person!
>Then I woke up. Confused.