Brit/pol/ the utter state of pube and eddie edition
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Utter state of this thread.
just stop, jesus christ
The anonymongs day seething
They just can't handle my power
Eddie is the best tripfag eva. The othas a shipostas.
filter them if you hate them so much
Daily reminder of LPUK meme lads
This.
Orc smashed!
...
>ywn be bat-boy
>filter those who I'm here to destroy
Kek
You don't know how this works
stare not too long into the anonymong
This.
I'm winning
yeah
yeah
I'm winning
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain =D
most of the lolbertarians on here dont believe in voting and alot of them also advocated for a small state that only to enforce borders and property
No one cares about LPUK whoever they
Agreed completely.
Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you.
but you're poor
This.
I don't give a fuck about my family name! :^)
Excellent point.
Pube really is a force of retarded nature.
This.
Why do you hate the coalition of wealth?
because you're p**r and your family is disposable
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do?
cope harder you loser
>being this new
The Boer seer prophecy said Africa will turn into a horrible continent of anarchy and mass starvation and death. So don't worry, the higher than white population meme will die when WWIII breaks out.
Excellent speaking skills. You remind me of Cicero.
Kill the boer, shoot the farmer!
Why do you sound so emo? Don't tell me you're that poor.
holy shit I never realised how autistic bongs were until I looked at this thread.
Let's talk about Mommy May.
I question western values.
Is presumption of innocence a western value?
Is patriotic conservative a western value?
Even when I'm ill as fuck
I could still physically dominate everyone ITT
Utter state of Shit/pol/ investigatory skills.
You tried to be Pube's pet and he turned on you.
Is that you didn't show up?
he's so mad right now lmao
This is Brit/pol/ on a good day.
Hail Preuße.
pube is somalian-polish not british
this
Utter state of Shit/pol/ investigatory skills.
Outdo your competitive nature.
Eat the rich.
eddie is so mad because i remind him of all the Germans who dicked down his dream bird ;)
Utter state of inferior fat cunts in cars.
No no silly anonymong
I can't compete with pubes shit posting volume
So I encourage him
He's a wild dog
You're a retarded chicken
I'm throwing rocks at him and letting him in your coop
Different colour on my passport, Instagram my stack load, hashtag my day wear, and your girl drank my day care and I'm born rich, life ain't fair ;)
its already got that classic nigger orc face scowl
they have that hate in them at such a young age
i let myself in your """girlfriend's""" coop
t. Jesus
You're too kind.
This.
Speaking of accents. I'm now try to pronounce every shitpost I write with my Estuary.
Fuck sake, royksopp with vodka is godlike.
This
gentle reminder to report off topic posts
>yfw there is an organised effort to ruin and derail Brit/pol/ threads.
>yfw it is still failing miserably
Utter state of Shit/pol/ and its inhabitants.
Being this deep in denial
been roleplaying as a white woman addicted to BBC on one of those sex mmos, lads
i am perfectly mentally sound, it is just a fetish
>organised effort
It is literally just pube and multiple devices.
>Peon
Fucking state of Shit/pol/ investigatory skills.
Someone once posted a response to this photo that said, "you can see the cute little white girl trapped deep inside that negroid cage, and it's dying to get out", and those words filled me with horror, because I could see it was true. Now I spread this truth to you. That thing is fucking cursed. Poor little trapped white girl. A misbegotten progeny of it's mothers self destructive ideology.
>whatever the fuck we're doing
>organised
fucking kek, eddie's dream bird getting gangbanged by the German special olympics team was more organised than this.
Kek.
meant for
dumb frogposter
Kek.
It may seem unorganised from your lowly rank and file position, but I'm very much in control
Fucking lmao.
who /civil law/ here
>but I'm very much in damage control
ftfy
This.
Aye, and a written constitution
KEK
Agreed.
>Post America hate thread
>Almost instant ban and 404 of thread
>spam Brit/pol/ with nonsense all day every day
>Be allowed to do so with impunity.
The mods are in my pocket.
This.
this
>My whole country is being invaded but have you see council tax rates!
Based.
What do you think of Hitla-Puding? Are you afraid of us to come and stand your ground? As I've said. You're superwelcome here.
As an underground culture, I say you that all of that are bollocks. You're always welcome.
OI R U FOOKIN RACIST U CUNT
>Post Amerimutt thread
>Bump Limit Reached
Good post
They're chatting shite about you:
Where do you store your spaghetti then?
>check
And
>mate
she doesn't put her Orcling in her videos anymore, what did you do to her guy's?
Fuck you yank. You can't (not to say cunt) compete with England. Football isn't soccer.
We hate you on the worldcup. And we welcome brits.
I am contemplating suicide.
Do a brevik
You engaged our lovely Britain. REMEMBER WE HATE YOU MONGS. We are Europe, you are colonial shite.
>And we welcome brits.
watch out the friendly ones lads
they're probably pick pockets
"Just a taste, James," you say as he continues slurping down his gravy. "We both need our breakfast, correct?" Faintly nodding his approval, you get eye level with yellowed crust flake on his toe. "An appetiser." you say. James eyes light up and he inquires, "where?" ignoring him, you slide the tip of your tongue up the edge of the flake-a small piece breaks off and becomes soggy. Swallowing it, you tilt your head to the left and align your bottom teeth under the crust, moving sightly forward and shaving off the whole piece. "Mm," James grunts as the flake slides into your mouth, the oniony piece turning spongy. You swallow, but with an audible gulp-as large as it is, it didn't go down easy. "Now for the main course," you say wryly. James beady eyes dart all over the room past his plate of gravy. Looking for a fuller meal. Holding your nose up to the fold of his legs you take a deep smell all the way into your core. Cheese, mayonnaise and the smell of full rot enter your lungs. You gag, but you will not be denied your feast. Taking one of the leg pustules into your mouth, you bite down hard- thick, yellow pus shoots into your throat and strikes your uvula. With the taste of pure rot, your gag helps the half mouthful of disease get down your throat and into your stomach. This feels wonderful, as you haven't eaten in a full day. Finally you pull apart the crux of his legs to reveal half an inch of incredibly thick paste lining the folds. "laygs" was yelped from the corpulent James, but you barely notice. Sliding a finger across the goop, you happily place your now heavier finger into your mouth and suckle the sour paste down. No longer can you help it and you go hog wild, drinking mouthfuls of what used to be skin and fat down your hungry throat. Stomach full and picking your teeth of bits of stringy flesh, you kiss James deeply through the remnants of sausage and gravy lining his lips. Falling asleep on his huge fatpad, stomach full, we today was bliss.
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Life is life. Be a man, no one touches you, we are not muslim shiskins.
