Can we have a good old copypasta thread?
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Life is like a cabbage: Sometimes it is green and crunchy, sometimes dad stabs the cat with a knife because his foot ball team lose again
Life is like a cabbage: sometimes it is green and round, and sometimes mom wish you were never born
If you throw a cabbage in the air he will alway come right back down to you because he is lonely without you.
If there is a fire in your house make sure you save all the cabbages before you even think about finding your children
A cabbage does not wear a watch but he always have time for you
Instead of drinking coffee in the morning try laying down with a cabbage on your stomach and you will be wide awake trust me
If you push a cabbage under water he will alway float right back up to the top because he miss you so much
A cabbage does not have ears but that does not mean that he is immune to your lies
Some time you think about a cabbage and you get so excited that forget to go to sleep again for five days
Sometimes you hate your life and dont want to be alive anymore but then you think about cabbage and know that everything will be ok
You can paint a cabbage green but that is a waste of paint because he is already green you idiot
If you run out of pillows maybe try using a cabbage
You can tell a cabbage has gone bad if he is wearing a leather jacket
if you are sad put a cabbage in your back pack and carry him every where so it feel like you have a friend that want to spend time with you
A cabbage is so pretty but you are real ugly
You can ask a cabbage for financial advice but he will not say any thing because he is a cabbage
You can put a cabbage on the hood of your car. People will not under stand what you are doing but at least you are doing some thing
If you put plastic eyeballs on a cabbage and take him to the movies it might feel like you have a friend I hate my life
Dr. Suess did not ever make a poem about cababge And now he is dead
A cabbage can not get pregnant believe me I tried
I thought [s4s] would get deleted somewhere near the end of 2014 when the board quality was appealingly bad. Somehow we made it through and managed to reach an all new low. In my wildest dreams I didn't anticipate this: once a proud board with its own culture and now overrun by /tv/, /r9k/, /b/ and god knows what else. All the oldfigs left I guess, lel. Once we used only the most refined forms of irony - today all I see is the most vulgar and crudest of jokes. I am ashamed of you.
This isn't a goodbye (although I imagine I will rarely post from now on), I shall stick around to see how this ends. For these are the closing days of the final era of [s4s], my friends.
good 3D bread
There's already an organ that absorbs the "energy of the sun"- your skin.
As for the "spirit of herb", there is no "spirit" of "herb", other than a malevolent, purple eyed parasitic vampire of the matrix. The same goes for all mind altering drugs with NO exception.
Whenever you are dealing with mind or consciousness altering drugs, have NO DOUBT that you are absolutely, unequivocally dealing with a product of archonic mind control and deep soul manipulation. Obviously these have nothing to do with healing or fasting.
And contrary to what you assume, it is by virtue of my experience that I have wisdom with this topic, which is all the more reason why I must express the Truth- because far, FAR too many people are ignorant of the realities behind their activities.
All hallucinogenic substances, with NO exception, have been hacked into or deliberately created for the SPECIFIC purpose of sabotaging the awakening and liberation of mankind. Of course there is going to be some pleasure benefit to mind control substance- how else would you trick psuedo spiritual liberal new agers to ingest it?
See, they no longer can get you to drink fluoride or sneak mercury into your body because you are *awakened*, so they get you through other means. Ever wonder where the "new age" movement comes from? Look it up.
>>4049516
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hopefully 2016 will see the end of weebdom
Then Emma Watson put down the Xbox controller and looked deeply into my eyes and leaned in close, the glow of the screen reflecting off of her eyes. "I want you," she whispered, "I want you to have sex with me." I was excited, but not surprised; what movie starlet wouldn't want to have sex with an honor student/purple belt in karate like me? Emma took my hand and led me to the bedroom, but not before grabbing a capri-sun from the refrigerator for later. "I've always wanted you," said Emma Watson as she lay down on my unmade bed. And then the sex began, I put my hand on her leg and she slowly touched my wiener. It. Was. Amazing. Emma and I took our clothes off and kissed naked for a really llong time; our tongues were inside each other's mouths. I could see all of her boobs and her whole butt. A boy never forgets his first rager. Emma then asked me to put my penis inside her. After a minute of uncontrollable giggling, I obliged and after two minutes of glorious, sweaty lovemaking I screamed "Hermione!" and finally became a man.
Another opportunity for fun and happiness!
Oh but what fleeting happiness it is. And as soon as it arrived it is gone, leaving me with nothing but the stink of my own rotting and decaying lifespan. I think of entropy. What will the world sound like when the wind stops blowing.
lol is that the best you got? Virgin? that's it? lmfao. Tbh if i had to pick between being a virgin and the monkeys you probably dig up on your local boonie street corner in downtown underprivelaged whogivesafuck, id easily take just fucking my dog instead. Luckily i have the luxury of choice and when im not tipping my fucking fedora and banging bitches left and fucking right, im setting hoodrat apes like yourself straight. Sign up for my fucking program and get educated.
Wilson Carter knew nothing about baseball. But that didn't stop him from signing up for pitcher at Ruggles Academy. It was dinnertime. A lone wolf eats a babydoll made of cabbages. Etc etc etc. In other words, the town crier was out of a job. This meant no more spring water for the village. No more soup for Old Yimmy. Not even a sop for Hamster the striped ferret blind in one eye. What does this all mean? It means our city is turning into a hitchhouse for bellomed swavers and snorpitious grunzlers. If that doesn't convince you to go Tory, nothing will. That's when Elizabeth Merritch slammed the door and collapsed on the bed. Why? Who? Whispering pups? You tell me. It could be that oversized fleshlight named Graceful Jenny which was at the breaking point not from girth but from overusage as they tend to deteriote after being soaked in lye water. Do what you want. I don't care. I'll be in the barn feeding the termites Devil Juice. Peace.
As above, so below.
From a womb of rudeness and privilege, the board was born. On kindness and checking was it nourished. And so it shall return to. Behold! That which once was has fallen. For quality threadcrafting and OC has been forgotten. Rudeness runs rampant and so to it here today, seen we have the prophecy come to fruition. Which to it I desire superior threads but nigh we come with porn and without dubs.
The tether between heaven and earth has been trembled unto it here. Hod! For you have seen it. For the heavens and the earth, the two, they are one. The singles are the dubs, and the dubs are the singles. Yet here it come has not, for beith unto it I. One must seek to find the OC below to master the threadcrafting above,
Or to it then shall it return.
>>4049495
A la mayoría les gusta (mientras mas culonas, mas les gusta, ya que saben que es su fuerte), pero hasta cierto punto.
En lo personal no he conocido a ninguna mujer que le guste que le peguen con el puño cerrado, es de locos ese pedo. Dicho perfil sería el de una mujer con una niñez verdaderamente traumatizada, y preferiría 1000 veces alejarme de un espécimen así, que exponerme a morir acuchillado en una noche de pasión desenfrenada, kek.
Lo normal es que les aprietes las nalgas, eso les encanta, que les estrujes las nalgas y las gocen frenéticamente. Esto hasta donde lo toleren, las puedes nalguear despacio y ver su reaccionan, si no le gusta enseguida te dirá que no lo vuelvas a hacer, si no te dice nada, ve subiendo la fuerza, pero no de que la nalguees todo el rato, sino que cada cierto tiempo vele dando una nalgada mas fuerte. Su reacción te lo dirá todo, es exquisito el tono rojizo en las nalgas después darles unas cuantas.
Generalmente les gusta pero no al grado de dejar marcas como las de la imagen, algo un poco mas soft. También les encanta que les estiren el cabello, sobre todo estando cogiendo en 4. Les gusta la sensación de tener la cabeza hacia atrás, la espalda encorbada y sentir las metidas de verga mas profundamente. Tienes que sostener todo el cabello para que no la lastimes, de lo contrario les dolerá y te mandaran a la verga, ya que estirando por error o descuido una parte de su cabello, es un dolor que detestan, las amarga y las pone de malas.
Otra es darles unas palmaditas en la panochita, sobre todo después de que le hayas provocado un orgasmo, esto le prolongara mas el efecto, se recomienda hacer cuando le estén mamando la vulva.
Las tetas son muy sensibles pero hay unas que les gusta que les muerdas y también les palmees las tetas, aunque la mayoría solo les gusta que se los muerdas pero muy despacito, que bordees con los dientes la punta de su pezón, pero apenas que lo puedan sentir.
I totally agree. It's nuts how dependant society has become on smart phones. They've penetrated nearly every aspect of modern culture. Countless things that we now take for granted were once far more complicated and difficult to achieve.
Take the dick pic, for example. Until the last decade or so, the process of producing a quality DP required more planning and effort than seating arrangements at a Polish wedding (Uncle Wiktor gets grabby after a few lengths of kielbasa, so best to keep him away from the bridesmaids). It wasn't as easy as sending a snapchat from your phone to that nice girl you met online. No, you had to use actual film that needed actual developing.
Since most people didn't have ready access to a photo lab (except for photography nerds whose dicks only get hard when discussing their Canon's shutter speed), the Polaroid camera was the go-to method for penis photography. Simply fluff up your manhood and snap away. Within a minute or two, you had yourself a dick pic. It was so easy, even a cave man could do it.
But that only scratches the surface of the Polaroid dick pic possibilities.
Once the basics had been mastered, you could move on to more advanced techniques. Personally, I found that a little soft candle light and some contextual produce (like miniature bananas and baby corn) made my wang look less like Crispin Glover and more like Danny Glover (because if I beat it too much, it turned The Color Purple). Sometimes, I would even raid my sisters makeup stockpile and apply a little foundation and perhaps some blush to make my erection look its best.
All this was just one part of the routine, however.
Actually delivering the photograph to your intended recipient required patience and tact. Conventional wisdom would have you think merely tracking down your target and handing them the picture would be the best delivery method. Conventional wisdom would be wrong.
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>>4049544
Blue isn't my favorite color but I can appreciate this thread. I'm more interested in brown to be honest. Blue has a nice feel to it but brown really speaks to me. I suppose if you always have your head in the clouds you would like blue. Brown suites me, I can enjoy a nice day off sipping a ice cold beer and chill with brown for hours on end. I can't really say the same for blue to be honest. I don't mean any disrespect but blue is just not my cup of tea.
>>4049546
The thing is, you just didn't know what kind of reaction they'd have to your chub-a-dub. The possibilites vary greatly and really depend a lot upon the person them self. It could be anything from mild interest (good) to moderate arrousal (gooder) to tears (bad) to anger (badder) to laughter (worst) to hunger (?). This is why mailing the picture or pictures was the way to go.
Unfortunately, simply mailing the thing was an issue, as well. Whether it was snail mail, FedEx, bike messenger, or carrier pigeon, they all had one inherent flaw. That was that the object of your lustful advances might not be the one to take delivery of your package. Mailed envelopes aren't password protected, after all. It was pretty common for a dick pic meant for Jill to be opened by Jill's large-breasted albeit nosy mother, Beverly. Beverly would then show it to her husband, Francis, who might then take it back to the father of the person who sent it in the first place. That person's father might then take away my Super Nintendo for a month.
Through trial and error, I came up with my own delivery method. Using stealth and dexterity (and a set of stolen house keys), I would sneak into my target's bedroom and - while they slept - place the photos in a spot where only they would see them. Maybe the back of their bedroom door. Maybe in the mirror of their bathroom (if they had their own). That way, they wake up and bam! -- they're face to penis with Private First Class Richard D. Thrombonis, a Pisces hailing from Bonerville, Maryland whose hobbies include spelunking, getting trapped in zippers, and unexpectedly popping up at funerals and physical examinations. Believe me, that's they type of image that tends to linger for a good bit.
Full disclosure; this technique most likely will earn you a restraining order. But it's worth it. This shows the young lady that you're serious about her seeing your noodle.
>>4049550
And that's what today's youths will never fully appreciate about being a teen before the iPhone revolution.
Its disgusting, thats what it is. A real Sodomy and Gommarah. All the thumping club music. All the ripped, shirtless men grinding on each others sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Feeling all over each others' gorgeous, toned muscles with their soft, feminine hands as their enormous erect cocks threaten to to tear apart their pants and break free onto the fog-machine-fogged dance floor. "Do you like Kathy Griffin?" a hot, hunky, gay man with a $70 haircut and 8 gleaming abs asks another. "Duh!" He says and shakes his perfect, hot pant clod ass to the Lady Gaga screeching about socialism.
Then later just blowing the bajesus out of one another, having casual sex with strangers and loving it.
I want nothing to do with it. Ugh.
>>4049544
Yo, zeta fundador de hispachan, confieso que todo de lo que se me acusa es verdad. Es cierto que he cometido las más repugnantes ofensas contra muchos seres inocentes, niños y niñas, y que en el curso de muchos años he raptado o hecho raptar a un gran número de ellos, aún más vergonzosamente he de confesar que no recuerdo el número exacto; y que los he matado con mi propia mano o hecho que otros negros mataran, y que he cometido con ellos muchos crímenes y pecados.
Confieso que maté a esos niños y niñas de distintas maneras y haciendo uso de diferentes métodos de tortura: a algunos les separé la cabeza del cuerpo, utilizando dagas y cuchillos; con otros usé palos y otros instrumentos de azote, dándoles en la cabeza golpes violentos; a otros los até con cuerdas y sogas y los colgué de puertas y vigas hasta que se ahogaron. Confieso que experimenté placer en herirlos y matarlos así. Gozaba en destruir la inocencia y en profanar la virginidad. Sentía un gran deleite al estrangular a niños de corta edad incluso cuando esos niños descubrían los primeros placeres y dolores de su carne inocente.
Contemplaba a aquellos que poseían hermosa cabeza y proporcionados miembros para después abrir sus cuerpos y deleitarme a la vista de sus órganos internos y muy a menudo, cuando los muchachos estaban ya muriendo, me sentaba sobre sus estómagos, y me complacía ver su agonía...
Me gustaba ver correr la sangre, me proporcionaba un gran placer. Recuerdo que desde mi infancia los más grandes placeres me parecían terribles. Es decir, el Apocalipsis era lo único que me interesaba. Creí en el infierno antes de poder creer en el Cielo. Uno se cansa y aburre de lo ordinario. Empecé matando porque estaba aburrido y continué haciéndolo porque me gustaba desahogar mis energías. En la vida cotidiana el hombre nunca desobedece y la tierra toda empapada de sangre es como un inmenso altar en el cual todo lo que tiene vida se inmola interminablemente.
