

Hey, members of the sus genus (aka, porcine) are remarkably smart. MAGAts are the opposite. 🥲
He sleeps upside-down like a bat and roams the woods of North Left Cascadia at night, foraging for wolves. This is the way.
Hey, members of the sus genus (aka, porcine) are remarkably smart. MAGAts are the opposite. 🥲
Maybe those quaint dementia villages are where most of these mouthbreather backbirths’d prefer to exist. 🫡
holyshit. I clicked through to be that guy, but you beat me to it! 🤣🤪
A whole lotta inference and conjecture there, kiddo. Go touch some grass. 🤣🖕🏼
And yet you fail to show you’re not being hypocritical at any point? I’ve spent years being “criminally” politically active, and not just in the US, either. I’ve lived long enough and hard enough to have seen shit most “anarchists” have only read about.
How about you take a long look at your projection, and actually DO something instead of railing at anons online, hmm?
Satan loves you, baby.
You still talking with your mouth full? Don’t forget the balls while you’re down there, troll. 😉
It’s easily his best film
That’s a rather low bar, NGL. 😅
I don’t often talk to trolls, and feel that no one really should. You’ll find someone to take your bait eventually, though. Keep trying, you’re doing great. 🫡
Yeah, you might wanna loosen your grip on your pud there, bucko. Your eyes are bulging and the drool’s a bit excessive. 🫡
Sorry, what? Is that the best you could muster? Kiddo, I got news… 🤦🏼♂️
Yeah, the Shamalayan “twist” is that halfway through every flick, the creative flow becomes an untethered spray. Picture, if you will, a olde-timey grinder producing a length of sausage when suddenly, the casing comes loose… so the crank doubles its speed. How M. Night’s movies get made. 😶 (If you look closely, stamped into the steel there is the ShamaWurst logo.)
That’s some stupid plaster made from pulp of that shit script and frothy fan spittle.
That’s how you got stuck with timpani in the first place.
Daggerheart. 🤘🏼
Plot twist: all idols are false.
Just the loudest.
Baphomet says hey.
The r34 version of an Irish myth, I presume?
“rarely do they differ”, eh?