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Comrade Stalin appreciation thread (pg. 2)
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| Renzo |
| quote: | Originally posted by yukii
, you don't even know the ego boost krypton is gona get now *facepalm* |
This. Now look what you've done, Jennifer. This is worse than that time I had to convince Stu not to get a sex change. "But Renzo, guys' clothes are so dull. So boring. So blah." "Blah? Stu, you know who uses the word blah? Fags, that's who. Not trannies. Now go clean up and get ready for dinner, Mary Poppins."
, I don't know. He came up with that nickname. It stuck. |
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| Banora |
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| Renzo |
| That little finger of yours smells like , Banora. Where has that faggot finger been? |
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| Comrade Stalin |
My cult of personality is complete.
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| kadomony |
| quote: | Originally posted by Renzo
faggot finger |
sounds like the title/artist of a track sven vath would play |
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| idoru |
| quote: | Originally posted by Renzo
That little finger of yours smells like , Banora. Where has that faggot finger been? |
I just spat out my tea. :stongue: Renzo > *, clearly. |
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| Banora |
| quote: | Originally posted by Renzo
That little finger of yours smells like , Banora. Where has that faggot finger been? |
You would know what a finger smells like, fag. :o |
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| kadomony |
soviet scary stories GO
You are home to watch Pravda on televisir about degenerate murderer who is on the loose. You look out the window door to beet field, and you notice Man standing in the snow. He look like foto on televisir and he smile at you. You gulp vodka, picking up fone to your right and dialing Local Militia Precinct Commissar. Back out the glass you look, pressing fone to ear. Notice he now closer to you. You drop vodka in shock.
No footprints in snow. It was reflection. You dullard!
Your apartment is bulldozed down to make way for glorious tractor factory. |
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| Sushipunk |
| quote: | Originally posted by Renzo
This. Now look what you've done, Jennifer. This is worse than that time I had to convince Stu not to get a sex change. "But Renzo, guys' clothes are so dull. So boring. So blah." "Blah? Stu, you know who uses the word blah? Fags, that's who. Not trannies. Now go clean up and get ready for dinner, Mary Poppins."
, I don't know. He came up with that nickname. It stuck. |
Mary ing Poppins. Now that brings back some memories. Mostly memories of pancakes, plungers and freshly burned wood. It was a crazy time, man, just crazy. And so many people involved! People would just forget their troubles and woes, and enjoy some anal seepage together. As one. That's the problem these days, Renzo. There's no sense of community. |
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| yukii |
| I vas walking to store, needed cigret. Store is very far and Snow was hitting face but Nikolai always sells at good price, either way mine ushanka always keep me warm. As I walk down the path I smell sweet okróshka the way mine mother make as i vas a child. I follow the smell and outside of house i see beautiful woman, thick and look like matryoshka, but beautiful. She vas dumping water to street and I approach her, i vas thinking of asking her if she want invite me for vodka to warm. I get close and begin asking the temperature but I see her face. Face vas with many of hair and big nose. She smile with brown teeths and I excuse myselfs to the store. |
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| Renzo |
Mary Poppins is such an incredible sometimes. I mean, here you have this whore who likes to fly around in an umbrella for no apparent reason other than to piss us off. Are we supposed to believe birds will never on her umbrella? Oh really, Mary? Are we supposed to believe birds will never interrupt your little flight with a proper turd appreciation thread? Listen, Mary, in the world I live in birds get diarrhea and all over your umbrellas. They do. It’s life.
This bitch thinks she’s cool cause she can spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Yeah well, Aryandamasuniwazamui Madhani, my neighbor, is twelve years old and spells better than Microsoft Spellcheck, but you don’t see him waving his around and flying around in umbrellas. Have you ever seen an Indian flying around in an umbrella? You know how ridiculous that would look? |
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| kadomony |
In closing month of Great Patriot War, in hospital Comrade Doctor run out of bandages and lifeblood for fellow comrades of the Motherland. Then, fascist dog shells aggress against hospital and power go out. Doctor yell at Gypsy to get power running, but nothing work. Doctor shoot Gypsy, then singlehanded treat every patient in hospital, because Comrade Doctor great example to productivity of Soviet Motherland.
In morning, soldiers wake up and find wounds dressed with human skin. Find Doctor dead in cot, his skin all peel off. Scream in horror. Know nothing about great resourcefulness of Comrade Doctor for benefit of great Motherland. Commissar summoned to award Comrade Doctor for resourcefulness.
Commissar see Comrade Doctor sleeping in cot. Commissar shoot Comrade Doctor. Doctor fell asleep on cot that should have been used by wounded soldier! Doctor's death is punishment for his selfishness! Soldiers shot for being treated by traitor to Soviet cause! NO BROTHER OF GLORIOUS SOVIET STATE ACCEPT HELP FROM TRAITOR! |
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