LET ME SEE YOUR WAR FACE /mlp/!
BBBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAPPPP
>>30267152
>>30267152
>war face
So a face used in an area of conflict?
>>30267152
>FIX BAYONETS!
AaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaAAA
>>30267491
What the actual fuck dude?
>>30267491
are you gay?
>>30267399
A zone that could be defined as one of "danger?"
Perhaps you could call it, the Danger Zone?
>>30267152
>>30267399
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>>30267530
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWCaRar9F4k
>>30268840
REALLY eager for attention, huh?
>>30267152
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jt_9fsA_XmA
>>30267152
Let's show the chincs who's the boss!!
>>30267152
Just let me get my apple stick
>>30269732
>>30269747
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>>30269735
IS THAT BEST WARHORS?
no
>>30269865
FUCK YEAH IS BEST WARHORSE
>>30267152
>>30267152
>>30271101
TWO SCOOPS FOR ALL
>>30271117
TWO SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS
t-two scuups?
TWO SCOOPS
FUCKING DRIMBLEBAT
T W O
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TWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
XFRUEQHGKDJNDGRIAJWKKDNF4E
FUCK DRUMPFULSTEINSKINS
>>30267152
FRAGGLE RAGGLE OOGA BOOGA WHERE DA WHITE WOMEN AT
>>30267152
Dulce et Decorum Est
By Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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>>30267152
>>30267152
MEEP
>>30269586
Really eager to suck Scruffy's dick, huh?
>>30269764
Source? Image search turned up nothing for me
>>30267152
Spitfire's had enough of Princess Twilight's shit
>>30276036
https://e621.net/post/show/450543
>>30276082
Penka Po puffs popcorn pinkily
>>30276212
You don't scare me! Work on it!
Cast in the name of God, I'm not guilty
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