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*stops at the petrol station*
excuse me sir, could i use your tap? im rather parched

amer, mate, i can't even begin to put into words how little anyone cares about your non-story

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Why are the SNP the only sensible politicians in the UK, lads? What makes them so good?

>got a job as a dominos manager for some money during uni
>staff is six illegal pajeets who are all overstaying their visa and barely speak english
>every day they fuck something up massively but can't replace them with white people because nobody wants to work in this shithole and there's a pizza hut down the street that does everything we do better
>some cunt at the regional office HQ thing emailed me today saying that the inventory records from august last year were wrong during their audit so I spent the last 3 hours going over the data trying to find discrepancies

literally seething at the state of my life

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me when im on mdma

selling a nigger

What constitutes as the alt-right in Britain?

alri jose mourinho haha. which one?

as if men have nothing to do with causing those issues

Just google "rochdale news"

ALL the major news sites and local ones are reporting on it

>Daily Mail
>The Sun
>BBC
>Manchester Evening News
>Rochdale Online

Gonna be a global story once the race wars start

too high lads

corbyn's labour

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how do I know if the pan is heated enough?

that guy with the piercings who joined ukip

put your hand in and see if it sizzles

put your willy on it to see if it makes you go ow

throw some water in

the olive oil should smoke slightly

The Russian probably uses lard

Throw a drop of water in. It should steam and skitter around.

why do russian lads have gay girl names like sasha and mishka and alexei

alri limmy

place one nigger in it

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closeted homos

They’re all fembois for western cocks

in bath lads

innocent until proven guilty

unless...

millennial woes

in shower lads

Wet your fingers and flick water on to the pan, if it boils off on contact it's hot enough to cook with.

who the fuck buys needled strawberries?

piss arse

does anyone know you're a massive racist IRL

what should I text the protogf

did anyone else know that one kid who thought you could actually get high smoking oregano

bob who

yeah my friends do

will i look strange if go to yo sushi by myself?

the north

Is there anything wrong with shagging your mates gf and talking to her all day long

no becuase I'm not a racist

:^0

Family all know. Co-worker too I think, though that's more with me agreeing with him when he says something like "user, I'm not racist I don't dislike black people. But they do nothing but take drugs and knock up random whores"

yeah

Thanks for the water advise lads made some nice chicken fillet xxx

i'll come with if you want

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>tap water
enjoy your oestrogen shock

Not a fan of this mates gf gimmick, very mediocre compared to the classic "cute girl with the cute ears" or "girl on the train" now those were some gimmicks.

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Well that's bollocks

It's not a gimmick
She literally talks to me all day

>Norn Iron STILL British

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Basically the youth wing of the UKIP/Tory party, anyone who claims they're alt right is just trying to act like "i'm not like the other conservatives" (when in fact they are). I still think the alt-right is a yankism and doesn't really exist but i've noticed alot of students calling eachother cucks and complaining about lefties at uni, perplexing stuff.

Whatever, in the showers at the gym I realized I had a really small dick. I measured it when I got home—it was twelve centimeters, maybe thirteen or fourteen if you measured right to the base. I’d found something new to worry about, something I couldn’t do anything about; it was a basic and permanent handicap. It was around then that I started hating blacks. There weren’t many of them in the school—most of them went to the technical high school, Lycée Pierre-de-Coubertin, where the eminent Defrance did his philosophical striptease and propounded his pro-youth ass-kissing. I only had one, in my première A class, a big, stocky guy who called himself Ben. He always wore a baseball cap and Nikes; I was convinced he had a huge dick. All the girls threw themselves at this big baboon and here I was trying to teach them about Mallarmé—what the fuck was the point? This is the way Western civilization would end, I thought bitterly, people worshiping in front of big dicks, like hamadryas baboons. I got into the habit of coming to class without any underwear on. This black guy was going out with exactly the girl I would have chosen myself: blonde, very pretty, with a childlike face and small firm tits. They would come to class holding hands. I always kept the windows closed while they were working; the girls would get hot and take off their sweaters, their T-shirts sticking to their breasts. Hidden behind my desk, I’d jerk off.

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lobe waterstones so much

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>still not united, even after all the bloodshed
the irish are a despicable, incompetent, and inherently violent mongrel race that has accomplished nothing of note for several thousand years

After checking online I have found out you are not supposed to drink water from the bathroom tap

Yeah yeah. *reminisces of better times*

yes you are

wag1

accomplished plenty of note including heeming the british empire

the clubs in Newcastle are shit

just the hot tap, la, cold is fine

Who the fuck buys meat

I'm just writing to say that I am glad to have stumbled upon your posts. We are in very similar life positions and seem to share the same 'eccentric' paradigms and value metrics. Your life tales and cultivated beliefs resonated so strongly with me that I felt compelled to create an account here just to reach out to you. No homo.

I too constantly find myself between grandeur and inferiority; unsure if I’m special or worthless. We live in binary worlds void of the fuzzy ‘grey area’ that others are content in. We are the ‘all or nothing' guys. Maybe we are a bit ‘spergy and are in some deluded denial, just like the kids who devote their lives to an obsession with steam trains or whatever. It’s not that we lack extrospective or comparative reasoning ability, but rather that we aren’t concerned with the typical aspirations, hobbies and life values of our neurotypical peers. Perhaps it’s that we don’t feel ready for these yet. We might care about shiny cars and nice houses once we are beautiful, but that box must be ticked before we are adorned with gold watches and tailored clothes. The idiom ‘polishing a turd’ comes to mind when I see some bald fool whizz by me in his Gallardo. Beautiful and homeless > average and rich.

The notion that very few people in this world openly agree with this life view is perplexing to me, just as it surely is from the point of view of the steam train kid. A crazy person never believes they are crazy, as personal experience is the only true reference point any person has; everyone else could be imagined figments for all anybody knows; cogito ergo sum etc… anyway, instead of wasting our short lives arguing with ourselves and others on what’s ‘right’ and what we ‘should’ desire, let’s just go after what we know we want: beauty and love. One cannot exist without the other in our strange minds. So be it.

Looking forward to getting my driving test out the way this week. Finally have my weekends free again.

tastes different though
not even the pipes cos it's a new development

>plenty of note
name three (3) things, keeping in mind that killing innocent women and children with car bombs doesn't count, nor does managing to kill your own language

why would you buy eggs when they come right out the chicken?

I know there’s some contradiction in that last line, for me, at least. I find myself falling into deep limmerence with objectively sub-6 girls, who manage to be 9+s to my subjective consciousness, even if my rational brain realises that their pogonion: philtrum ratio is off or whatever, and that most males wouldn’t be attracted to them. I realise that the same could be possible for me, and that a female might somehow find my face exceptionally attractive for whatever cultivated reasons (a theory could be genetic recomposition, that her genes + my genes = healthy offspring?), but it strikes me as being extremely improbable. Therefore, I know my best bets are to become as generically attractive as possible, ie: to become Francisco Lachowski-tier; broad and true appeal across 99% of human opinion.

I don’t know about you, but my personal obsession with looks has its roots hooked somewhere deep in my childhood. It’s a worn-out cliche that I never really thought applied to me, but perhaps the absence of a father figure is somewhat to blame (if there’s even a need to ‘blame’, or if this pursuit of ours is even ‘bad’ or incorrect (though it’s surely incongruent)). Issues of abandonment are said to create an inferiority complex, and I realise that that is what my consciousness is truly based upon, and that most actions I make stem from the understanding that I am somehow ‘not good enough’, spliced with some megalomanic and contradicting illusions of grandeur from being told I was ‘special’ all the time.

I am disturbed by uncertainty, but something that is definitely certain and universally true is beauty. I’ve been enthralled by beautiful males for as long as I can remember. It’s not the same as seeing a beautiful female, as they are pretty much equally bangable past the 6+ stage for me (unless that crazed subjective ‘one-it-is’ thing happens). When a tall, perfectly formed male steps into the room I am just in awe.

i was self deluded, confident, and blind \(^.^)/

Not a word.

I am so clearly inferior to him and none of my achievements could ever compensate. I done all this shit, I’m a professional artist, I’ve come so far and done so much, but it means shit-all at the end of the day.

“In a society where males compete with each other to be chosen as he-men by females, one of the best things a mother can do for her genes is to make a son who will turn out in his turn to be an attractive he-man. If she can ensure that her son is one of the fortunate few males who wins most of the copulations in the society when he grows up, she will have an enormous number of grandchildren. The result of this is that one of the most desirable qualities a male can have in the eyes of a female is, quite simply, sexual attractiveness itself”

Anyway, I’d get homeoblock or an equivalent if I were you. Eat your ghee and mk7 or whatever as well. There’s no way you’re getting your hands on legit HGH unless your parents are millionaires or smthng. (how did you afford your surgeries btw? How much did they cost and where did you get them done? BSSO+Genio+Lefort 1 is next for me too!) Get on Test asap (I’m starting my first cycle in a few weeks myself), keep puching those zygos to maximise Wolfe’s law. I increased my inter-pupillary distance by 3-4 mm from age 18-20 by myo-functional palate training (or perhaps a lucky puberty? Though I didn’t grow elsewhere during this time)

got a big IQ

seething nordie LOL

Whatever, in the showers at the gym I realized I had a really small dick. I measured it when I got home—it was twelve centimeters, maybe thirteen or fourteen if you measured right to the base. I’d found something new to worry about, something I couldn’t do anything about; it was a basic and permanent handicap. It was around then that I started hating blacks. There weren’t many of them in the school—most of them went to the technical high school, Lycée Pierre-de-Coubertin, where the eminent Defrance did his philosophical striptease and propounded his pro-youth ass-kissing.

I only had one, in my première A class, a big, stocky guy who called himself Ben. He always wore a baseball cap and Nikes; I was convinced he had a huge dick. All the girls threw themselves at this big baboon and here I was trying to teach them about Mallarmé—what the fuck was the point? This is the way Western civilization would end, I thought bitterly, people worshiping in front of big dicks, like hamadryas baboons. I got into the habit of coming to class without any underwear on.

This black guy was going out with exactly the girl I would have chosen myself: blonde, very pretty, with a childlike face and small firm tits. They would come to class holding hands. I always kept the windows closed while they were working; the girls would get hot and take off their sweaters, their T-shirts sticking to their breasts. Hidden behind my desk, I’d jerk off.

yeah I won't be reading these literal essays thanks x

pics x

the repooblic of ireland is just yankland lite

rocket science is when the scientists find out things about space

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>can't even name three things
predictable, go toss pint glasses at your mates on arthur's day you fucking waste of space

mouyes

safe spaces are just rooms where people having an anxiety attack can go and sit in

LOL

assblasted loser bases his entire identity around not being Irish yet his british masters call him Irish LOL

got some double fill oreos

if you play your cards right maybe after a few drinks i'll show you my safe space

love your handbag!