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forkkiller

These pajeet superstitions are out of control.

A man of culture.

It's 630ish am and I burned my old mattress as a ritual to accept my new temurpedic goy sleeping pad. As I watched the polyurethane chemistry combustion fill my dark backyard sky with black smoke, I felt sorry for the Europeans that can't burn simple wood logs to keep their house warm because their government says it's polluting.

Good morning Society Cat.

POV: you're trying to shit in my bathroom

POV: now you're trying to take a shit at my parents house