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This huge storm rolled into south East Queensland Australia today and brought with it baseball sized hail...

This huge storm rolled into south East Queensland Australia today and brought with it baseball sized hail...

America, Baseball, and Books: I know, I shouldnt buy any (diaries), but they First of all, let me get something straight: This is a COMMUNIST MANIFESTO, not a diary. It may Yes, were yes, on sale for a ridiculously low price and the shop vendor was white, so not seem like ohe decause it still has the barcode sticker on it, but trust me, it's one. Peeling it I thought maybe could buy one anyways. The reason being that Im going to use it to document the centricide were going to plan. off would only make it look worse. Today I and the other capitalist pig Gregs decided to meet As followed a strange call to meet up with the other 3 extremes to up I was reliefed to see there wash't any forced diversity in the crew. discuss an urgent problem: The centrists. God, I hate centrists, eveh more thah America or mohey. Ihis time we plan to end the But their political opihions were all just degenerate. Take AnCom as an example, today he seriously said "Maybe you centrists once and for all in a giant centricide, which TI definetily shouldn't define gender by middle school biology, AuCap'! How ridiculous.! approve of. T will supply all the gulags necessary for it. I was about to leave early because I had to attend a PragerU When an with the other four caller told me to meet ahohymous convention, but the more I thought about genociding centrists political extremes to discuss the centricide, I didnt want to attend at first. I thought "All the dirty pigs wll probably bring. disgusting things like iphones or food", but I definetily don't regret changing my (and genociding people in general), the more the idea intrigued me. Simply soyboy cucks who theyire Because, let's be honest here, centrists are can't decide on any ideology. For me mind at the last second. It's weird, but the even worse than libtard socialists. Or commie socialists. Or libtard capitalists other 3 sides kind of feel like comrades to me, to be honest Fun fact: As T was writing in my recycable diary, my fat joint to you This but it's diary Im upgrading by writing into it. I wanted to expand a financial asset actually seem like may hearly burnt down the my vegetable smoothie on it to prevent my house from burning down. while I wasn't looking. I had to stocks paper pour my beyond gold, Microsoft and health care. Now, where is my cold Smhy Alammable books are bottle of Coca Cola? (This diary is sponsored by Coca Cola) why Trump won. with all the other political Ab, a fresh sip. I sure do love drinking Coca Cola (tm). Now, back I immediatly followed the call to meet to business. I drove to the strange meeting place, parked my extremes, 1 thought it was a great opportunity to beat up Some Mercedes (tm) sideways into the parking lot and had a quick nazis again. Sadly, they before Iwas took baseball bat away my argumeht with someone about it actually being EPHEBEPHILIA, not PEDOPHILIA. Sadly, the guys are all a bunch of commies eveh able to land a single blow. AnCap muttered something about "We still don't need weapon control tho", I think Some of the things they treaded on Even though all the 3 other people at the table were nazis (yikes), snake, but at Said really least they got one thing right: Kill the centrists. I will gladly my thing: To kill the centrists. My god, do we all still agreed on one I support it. Centrists are undecisive defenders of the status huke the living hell out of any person that dares to call himself a quO centrist, because those gUys and do nothing other than to clog up any political discussion. For are tar worse than commie in any example, they claim "I dont think upvoting Hong Kong posts on existence. I was the first to leave, though, I got a call from a Reddit will help the situation". Ugh, such nazis. business aquintance about cutting wages even further than how. Centricide. Part 1-4
America, Baseball, and Books: I know, I shouldnt buy any (diaries), but they
 First of all, let me get something straight: This is a COMMUNIST
 MANIFESTO, not a diary. It may
 Yes,
 were
 yes,
 on sale for a ridiculously low price and the shop vendor was white, so
 not seem like ohe decause it
 still has the barcode sticker on it, but trust me, it's one. Peeling it
 I thought maybe
 could buy one anyways. The reason being that
 Im going to use it to document the centricide were going to plan.
 off would only make it look worse.
 Today I and the other capitalist pig Gregs decided to meet
 As followed a strange call to meet up with the other 3 extremes
 to
 up
 I was reliefed to see there wash't any forced diversity in the crew.
 discuss an urgent problem: The centrists. God, I hate centrists,
 eveh more thah America or mohey. Ihis time we plan to end the
 But their political opihions were all just degenerate. Take AnCom as
 an example, today he seriously said "Maybe you
 centrists once and for all in a giant centricide, which TI definetily
 shouldn't define
 gender by middle school biology, AuCap'! How ridiculous.!
 approve of. T will supply all the gulags necessary for it.
 I was about to leave early because I had to attend a PragerU
 When an
 with the other four
 caller told me to meet
 ahohymous
 convention, but the more I thought about genociding centrists
 political extremes to discuss the centricide, I didnt want to attend
 at first. I thought "All the dirty pigs wll probably bring.
 disgusting things like iphones or food", but I definetily don't
 regret changing my
 (and genociding people in general), the more the idea intrigued
 me.
 Simply soyboy cucks who
 theyire
 Because, let's be honest here, centrists are
 can't decide on any ideology. For me
 mind at the last second. It's weird, but the
 even worse than libtard
 socialists. Or commie socialists. Or libtard capitalists
 other 3 sides kind of feel like comrades to me, to be honest
 Fun fact: As T was writing in my recycable diary, my
 fat joint
 to you
 This
 but it's
 diary
 Im upgrading by writing into it. I wanted to expand
 a financial asset
 actually
 seem like
 may
 hearly burnt down the
 my vegetable smoothie on it to prevent my house from burning down.
 while I wasn't looking. I had to
 stocks
 paper
 pour
 my
 beyond gold, Microsoft and health care. Now, where is my
 cold
 Smhy Alammable books are
 bottle of Coca Cola? (This diary is sponsored by Coca Cola)
 why Trump won.
 with all the other political
 Ab, a fresh sip. I sure do love drinking Coca Cola (tm). Now, back
 I immediatly followed the call to meet
 to business. I drove to the strange meeting place, parked my
 extremes, 1 thought it was a great opportunity to beat
 up Some
 Mercedes (tm) sideways into the parking lot and had a quick
 nazis again. Sadly, they
 before Iwas
 took
 baseball bat
 away
 my
 argumeht with someone about it actually being EPHEBEPHILIA,
 not PEDOPHILIA. Sadly, the guys are all a bunch of commies
 eveh able to land a single blow. AnCap muttered something about
 "We still don't need weapon control tho", I think
 Some of the things they
 treaded on
 Even though all the 3 other people at the table were nazis (yikes),
 snake, but at
 Said
 really
 least they got one thing right: Kill the centrists. I will gladly
 my
 thing: To kill the centrists. My god, do
 we all still agreed on one
 I support it. Centrists are undecisive defenders of the status
 huke the living hell out of any person that dares to call himself a
 quO
 centrist, because those
 gUys
 and do nothing other than to clog up any political discussion. For
 are tar worse than
 commie in
 any
 example, they claim "I dont think upvoting Hong Kong posts on
 existence. I was the first to leave, though, I got a call from a
 Reddit will help the situation". Ugh, such nazis.
 business aquintance about cutting wages even further than how.
Centricide. Part 1-4

Centricide. Part 1-4

Ass, Baseball, and Bones: "You see Bert, I never really knew my father growing up. The only memories I have of him are filled with horror and abuse. In fact I only have one positive memory of him from my childhood. I was sitting on the porch or something, after watching him beat the shit out of my mom with a chair leg for the umpteenth time. So he walks outside and sees me, and somehow he's calmed down. He gets this smile on his face, and he gives me this baseball bat. He told me it was for dealing with his shit for so long and keeping my mouth shut. He threw a few balls for me to hit, and we actually laughed and had ourselves a hell of a good time. Two days later, you know the story. My mom finally doesn't get back up from her session with the chair leg, cops take me away from the house, and I never see my dad again. The only thing I kept from that house was the bat. Throughout the years. Throughout nam. This bat has always been the constant. Now here's where things get really interesting. Early this morning I went on a walk around town. I came across a retirement home, and I tried to get in due to my granny fetish. The staff there was rather rude to me, so naturally, I immediately went home and devised a plan to kill them all. I went with the bat, as I do every now and then. So I burst back in, I'm swinging the bat around, I'm killing people, business as usual. Since I've cut the phone lines as I always do, I have a good hour and a half to kill all 132 staff and residents. And I do. They're all dead, brains and broken bones are all over the place, my bat is bloodier than ever, and I get out of there as fast as I can. So I get home about three hours ago. I walk in, and I turn on the TV, hoping to see coverage of my latest massacre. It's the same deal, it's all the news is talking about, victims familie are crying, I'm laughing my ass off, and finally, they release the names of the victims. I sit Bert. I sit, and I sit, and I listen to every single name, and my dick is getting harder and harder. Finally, I recognize one of the names. Surprisingly enough, it takes me a minute or two to figure out where I know it from. But eventually it hits me. II've just heard the name of my father. I look at the picture next to the name on the news, and sure enough it's him. I'd know those neo nazi face tattoos anywhere. I sit more andI think about what I've done. I hold the bat as I do, and it slowly sinks in that everything has come full circle. Everything has Life" happened the way it was supposed to. I sit there with that bat Bert, and I realize, my dick has never been harder. In. My. Fucking. Worth reading
Ass, Baseball, and Bones: "You see Bert, I never really knew my father growing up. The only memories I have of him are filled with horror and abuse. In fact
 I only have one positive memory of him from my childhood. I was sitting on the porch or something, after watching him beat the
 shit out of my mom with a chair leg for the umpteenth time. So he walks outside and sees me, and somehow he's calmed down.
 He gets this smile on his face, and he gives me this baseball bat. He told me it was for dealing with his shit for so long and
 keeping my mouth shut. He threw a few balls for me to hit, and we actually laughed and had ourselves a hell of a good time. Two
 days later, you know the story. My mom finally doesn't get back up from her session with the chair leg, cops take me away from
 the house, and I never see my dad again. The only thing I kept from that house was the bat. Throughout the years. Throughout
 nam. This bat has always been the constant. Now here's where things get really interesting. Early this morning I went on a walk
 around town. I came across a retirement home, and I tried to get in due to my granny fetish. The staff there was rather rude to
 me, so naturally, I immediately went home and devised a plan to kill them all. I went with the bat, as I do every now and then. So I
 burst back in, I'm swinging the bat around, I'm killing people, business as usual. Since I've cut the phone lines as I always do, I
 have a good hour and a half to kill all 132 staff and residents. And I do. They're all dead, brains and broken bones are all over the
 place, my bat is bloodier than ever, and I get out of there as fast as I can. So I get home about three hours ago. I walk in, and I
 turn on the TV, hoping to see coverage of my latest massacre. It's the same deal, it's all the news is talking about, victims familie
 are crying, I'm laughing my ass off, and finally, they release the names of the victims. I sit Bert. I sit, and I sit, and I listen to every
 single name, and my dick is getting harder and harder. Finally, I recognize one of the names. Surprisingly enough, it takes me a
 minute or two to figure out where I know it from. But eventually it hits me. II've just heard the name of my father. I look at the
 picture next to the name on the news, and sure enough it's him. I'd know those neo nazi face tattoos anywhere. I sit more andI
 think about what I've done. I hold the bat as I do, and it slowly sinks in that everything has come full circle. Everything has
 Life"
 happened the way it was supposed to. I sit there with that bat Bert, and I realize, my dick has never been harder. In. My. Fucking.
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Worth reading

Baseball, Dad, and Facts: glumsnoUe I work too closely with geologists not to have a contingency plan for eliminating them. reblogging-dragon: Showed my Geologist dad a picture of the obsidian knife you had and he nearly said this exact thing word for word. I can't believe my own father would fall prey to this. Clearly you know thine enemy glumshoe Disclaimer: my hatred of geologists is purely theatrical, but if I did have to kill one for some reason, it would be very easy. I'd brandish my obsidian knife at them and they'd be compelled to approach. "That's very cool," they'd say, confident in their superior strength and endurance from all the rocks they carry around at all times. They'd shower me with very interesting facts about obsidian and hover just out of range of the cutting edge, waiting for me to exhaust myself. "But as it is volcanic glass, it's very fragile, you see, and isn't well-suited for use as a weap-" and then l'd hit them with the wooden baseball bat in my other hand, which they would not have noticed because geologists can only see rocks and minerals. 18 Share 2.9k VIEW ALL SINGLE COMMENT THREAD Athena-Muldrow 4h Worked at a museum with a bunch of geologists. Can confirm. Once while one of my coworkers was nerding out about a garnet someone brought in to get appraised I took the cowboy hat right off his head, followed by the ENTIRE CHEESECAKE he was holding in his hands. Didn't bat a fucking eye. Reply 22 What in geological examination
Baseball, Dad, and Facts: glumsnoUe
 I work too closely with geologists not to have a contingency plan for eliminating
 them.
 reblogging-dragon:
 Showed my Geologist dad a picture of the obsidian knife you had and he
 nearly said this exact thing word for word. I can't believe my own father would
 fall prey to this. Clearly you know thine enemy
 glumshoe
 Disclaimer: my hatred of geologists is purely theatrical, but if I did have to
 kill one for some reason, it would be very easy.
 I'd brandish my obsidian knife at them and they'd be compelled to
 approach. "That's very cool," they'd say, confident in their superior strength
 and endurance from all the rocks they carry around at all times. They'd
 shower me with very interesting facts about obsidian and hover just out of
 range of the cutting edge, waiting for me to exhaust myself. "But as it is
 volcanic glass, it's very fragile, you see, and isn't well-suited for use as a
 weap-" and then l'd hit them with the wooden baseball bat in my other
 hand, which they would not have noticed because geologists can only see
 rocks and minerals.
 18
 Share
 2.9k
 VIEW ALL
 SINGLE COMMENT THREAD
 Athena-Muldrow 4h
 Worked at a museum with a bunch of geologists. Can
 confirm.
 Once while one of my coworkers was nerding out about
 a garnet someone brought in to get appraised I took
 the cowboy hat right off his head, followed by the
 ENTIRE CHEESECAKE he was holding in his hands.
 Didn't bat a fucking eye.
 Reply
 22
What in geological examination

What in geological examination

Baseball, Bat, and Don: I really wish they added the baseball bat in the backpack for this cosmetic that they did. I don’t understand why they wouldn’t of. I still like the cosmetic though.
Baseball, Bat, and Don: I really wish they added the baseball bat in the backpack for this cosmetic that they did. I don’t understand why they wouldn’t of. I still like the cosmetic though.

I really wish they added the baseball bat in the backpack for this cosmetic that they did. I don’t understand why they wouldn’t of. I still ...