Drawthread Fight me edition
when and where fucko?
check your tumblr i swear to god
my sister got raped by two brothers that live in my city . the cops wont do anything and ALL I HAVE is his address ?
Help /b/ !
>got my first tinder match after 3 years on tinder
Holy shit, Get your cock out and thrust it at her!
Why does 4chan hate Israel?
Israel i just defending itself again satanic islamic invaders.
Israel has a right to defend itself against evil invaders. IDF only targets terrorist while hamas targets innocent israeli civilians
yet Israel is the bad guy
OK NICE LOGIC
>kills innocent Palestinian children and women
>"BUT WE IZ ISREAL WE IZ THE GOOD GUYZ"
Israel is the defender
Palestine terrorist have to claim to the acient jewish land you dumb fuck
Deutschfaden - Anons & Replies mit Nivea
>Am 24. September AfD wählen mit Erst- und Zweitstimme!
>>Was soll denn der scheiß jetzt, warum wurde mein alter Deutschfaden jetzt einfach so gelöscht? Der hatte gerade mal 200 Replies und der letzte Replie war gerade mal ein paar Sekunden her... ?!?
you guys used to have such threads all the time, i see them less and less, why? too busy fighting muslims and protecting your girls? you know, the dozen ones that deserve to be protected
enjoy a better logo
>mind your own business
>someone doesn't like your outfit
Why the fuck is this allowed?
>wear a literal nazi armband to piss off libs and dindus
>they get pissed
>wooooooow how was I supposed to know people would react poorly
If you attention whore, don't bitch when you get attention
New celeb Fap Thread
You know the rules
Dubs get clothed
start with 5
didn't say what you want
ask for something and if you roll 5 you get it. not that hard
I want to go to her home town and rent an old apartment on the bad side of town where people don't notice you. I want to buy an old van for cash from a man in the country and drive it between her school house and her home. I want to park the rusty white van there, on a sunny street in the shade of a tree where no one notices. I want to drive there every day at about noon and stay until 6:00 just to count the times she passes and who she's with. I want to observe the times she walks home alone and where she keeps her cell phone.
I want to call my friend to drive the van on a special day. That day when she's walking home from school I want to hide behind a wall where she can't see me with a rag of ether in my hand and handcuffs in my pocket. Then quietly spring out behind her and slap the rag over her mouth and nose. I want to feel her body stiffen in shock and begin to struggle just before she passes out. I want to smell the subtle sweetness of her perfume. Then I want to slap the cuffs on her arms and push her into the van. I want to tie her firmly there, her legs together, her arms still behind her, and a rag in her mouth.
I want to immediately take the rag from her mouth and change it to a glean gag so I can watch her wake up to the hard floor, the rattles and bangs. I want to watch her eyes widen in fear as she tries to scream. I want to smell and see the sweat begin to mat her hair as she fights the ropes. I want to gently move my hand from the top of her hair caressing down between her breasts over the black fabric of her sweater. And I want to feel her jolt in shock when my finger touches her bare belly where her sweater rode up in the struggle.
When the van arrives at my white house in the country far from neighbors, far from anyone who would watch or care I want to heft her over my shoulder and carry her over the dusty walk into the coolness and silence of the house, locking the door.
I want to feel her resist and struggle along the way. I want to drop her down on a bed, then point out to her the bars on the window, the concrete behind the wooden panels in the room. I want to tell her how the local sheriff is in my pocket… and that I'm not looking for a ransom.
I want to take a sharp pair of medical shears and cut down the length of her sweater. I want to feel the material tear, hear the sound as it separates, and the extra resistance of her bra strap as it too parts and her firm breasts push the parted sweater away from her chest. I want to cut down avoiding the ropes until the sweater is loose in front. Then I want to keep cutting down, following the cold shears with a warm hand and a hot gaze. I want to cut down the crotch of her jeans, even taking extra time to cut through the leather belt. I want to cut down parting her panties on one side and watch that material too part from its tightness. And I want to cut all the way down the leg of her pants to the bottom avoiding her sock.
hey /b/ just decided to stop by and say have a wonderful day!
lets get this goin.
whoever circles the least wins