Really? Do you know who that is? Do you spend any time on the chans, or 8kun, or Gab, or Voat, or Discord/ Telegram/ Riot, or a wide variety of lessor known neo-Nazi hangouts?
I do.
But please, tell me all about these "pranks" and the "it's just a meme, bro"..
I enter a shabby delicatessen on Second Avenue and I’m still confused, mixed up, sweaty, and I walk over to a short, fat Jewish woman, old and hideously dressed. “Listen,” I say. “I have a reservation. Bateman. Where’s the maître d? I know Jackie Mason,” and she sighs, “I can seat you. Don’t need a reservation,” as she reaches for a menu. She leads me to a horrible table in back near the rest rooms and I grab the menu away from her and rush to a booth up front and I’m appalled by the cheapness of the food—“Is this a goddamn joke?”—and sensing a waitress is near I order without looking up. “A cheeseburger. I’d like a cheeseburger and I’d like it medium rare.” “I’m sorry, sir,” the waitress says. “No cheese. Kosher,” and I have no idea what the fuck she’s talking about and I say, “Fine. A kosher burger but with cheese, Monterey Jack perhaps, and—oh god,” I moan, sensing more cramps coming on. “No cheese, sir,” she says. “Kosher… ” “Oh god, is this a nightmare, you fucking Jew?” I mutter, and then, “Cottage cheese? Just bring it?” “I’ll get the manager,” she says. “Whatever. But bring me a beverage in the meanwhile,” I hiss. “Yes?” she asks. “A… vanilla… milk shake…” “No milk shakes. Kosher,” she says, then, “I’ll get the manager.” “No, wait.” “Mister I’ll get the manager.” “What in the fuck is going on?” I ask, seething, my platinum AmEx already slapped on the greasy table. “No milk shake. Kosher,” she says, thick-upped, just one of billions of people who have passed over this planet. “Then bring me a fucking… vanilla… malted!” I roar, spraying spit all over my open menu. She just stares. “Extra thick!” I add. She walks away to get the manager and when I see him approaching, a bald carbon copy of the waitress, I get up and scream, “Fuck yourself you retarded cocksucking kike,” and I run out of the delicatessen and onto the street where this
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5 _reason_biden_lost_ 2020-05-01
So gamers
4 HodorLePortePorte 2020-05-01
Gamers are racist.
/r/BanVideoGames
6 firstdisposable 2020-05-01
That sub is 85% r/gamingcirclejerk users now. And the premise gets old quick.
4 notcyberpope 2020-05-01
Damn you mean unfunny insufferable retards congregate together and ruin everything?
1 HodorLePortePorte 2020-05-01
And it’s still funnier than most the shit in this sub now
1 [deleted] 2020-05-01
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2 myNAMEjef420 2020-05-01
Team fortress 2 radicalized me.
1 SnapshillBot 2020-05-01
https://i.imgur.com/zhcyiD9.jpg
Really? Do you know who that is? Do you spend any time on the chans, or 8kun, or Gab, or Voat, or Discord/ Telegram/ Riot, or a wide variety of lessor known neo-Nazi hangouts?
I do.
But please, tell me all about these "pranks" and the "it's just a meme, bro"..
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1 GoogleLavonAffair000 2020-05-01
"why did you force me to do this? i just wanted to play video games"
1 rocinantebabieca 2020-05-01
I enter a shabby delicatessen on Second Avenue and I’m still confused, mixed up, sweaty, and I walk over to a short, fat Jewish woman, old and hideously dressed. “Listen,” I say. “I have a reservation. Bateman. Where’s the maître d? I know Jackie Mason,” and she sighs, “I can seat you. Don’t need a reservation,” as she reaches for a menu. She leads me to a horrible table in back near the rest rooms and I grab the menu away from her and rush to a booth up front and I’m appalled by the cheapness of the food—“Is this a goddamn joke?”—and sensing a waitress is near I order without looking up. “A cheeseburger. I’d like a cheeseburger and I’d like it medium rare.” “I’m sorry, sir,” the waitress says. “No cheese. Kosher,” and I have no idea what the fuck she’s talking about and I say, “Fine. A kosher burger but with cheese, Monterey Jack perhaps, and—oh god,” I moan, sensing more cramps coming on. “No cheese, sir,” she says. “Kosher… ” “Oh god, is this a nightmare, you fucking Jew?” I mutter, and then, “Cottage cheese? Just bring it?” “I’ll get the manager,” she says. “Whatever. But bring me a beverage in the meanwhile,” I hiss. “Yes?” she asks. “A… vanilla… milk shake…” “No milk shakes. Kosher,” she says, then, “I’ll get the manager.” “No, wait.” “Mister I’ll get the manager.” “What in the fuck is going on?” I ask, seething, my platinum AmEx already slapped on the greasy table. “No milk shake. Kosher,” she says, thick-upped, just one of billions of people who have passed over this planet. “Then bring me a fucking… vanilla… malted!” I roar, spraying spit all over my open menu. She just stares. “Extra thick!” I add. She walks away to get the manager and when I see him approaching, a bald carbon copy of the waitress, I get up and scream, “Fuck yourself you retarded cocksucking kike,” and I run out of the delicatessen and onto the street where this
1 Swagbag6969 2020-05-01
So gamers
1 Swagbag6969 2020-05-01
So gamers
1 Swagbag6969 2020-05-01
So gamers
1 Swagbag6969 2020-05-01
So gamers
1 Swagbag6969 2020-05-01
So gamers
1 Swagbag6969 2020-05-01
So gamers
1 agrees2retards 2020-05-01
Is this a shakedown?
1 loli_esports 2020-05-01
have you met the adl? lol