>>6
Ok Anon, you switched roles. I don't know who's who anymore and it should not matter. The tsk vs nigger battle is an endless game where both players and everyone else lose.
Now, I have absolutely no power on what you chose to post or not and without moderation anybody can shit up the place beyond repair. That point has been made. Or do you think the spam should go on for some more months to make it definitely clear?
Come on, the front page is almost clean. Let's just forget
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Anonymous2012-08-14 18:45
The fact of the matter is, there are many of the so called ,,rude lout''s but there is only one tsking nigger, and he truly is a NIGGER.
Because only niggers get offended at a singular word or think they have the right to decide who can say it. For those who are too stupid to understand (aka true racists) there is zero implication of race or geneology in this, only mentality. A nigger is simply a fucking idiot. And only a NIGGER clings desperately to the 200 year old racial connotation.
However language is a fluid thing.
It changes all the time.
You can go with the flow towards progress. (This is what being a rude lout means)
Or you can be a obsctructionist ignorant nigger.
I hope this makes things clear for those who have been so confused, though I know the tsknigger will never change.
>>8,9 I know the tsknigger will never change.
Sadly, you were right.
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Anonymous2012-08-14 21:10
tsknigger = belligerent idiot
Who let that abomination in?
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tsknigger2012-08-14 21:20
reported.
mods please ban this guy
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Anonymouse2012-08-14 21:29
Tsk.
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Anonymous2012-08-14 21:56
The disco. We go to disco. My body's sweaty from the MDMA inside it. I like to dance with you. You grab my ponytail. It is greasy with Germanic juices that I put inside my hair. Disco, we are the disco. I have a mesh shirt. My leather pants show off my sausage inside it. I grind your body, then we eat ecstasy and have Special K inside of the bathroom. It's a men's bathroom, but no one cares that you come inside because they know that inside it we do lots of drugs. And I will share them if the bouncer lets me go into the bathroom with you, and then we go home. We have efficient sex. And then I realize you're not that hot anymore because I've blown a load and I don't have ecstasy inside of my bloodstream. So I make sandwich. It has hazelnuts, bread, and some jelly that I got from the supermarket. It tastes pretty good, but it probably tastes better because my taste buds have ecstasy inside them. And then I go up to the bathroom, and you're wearing one of my shirts; that isn't cool. You didn't even ask. I met you earlier the evening; you're not my girlfriend, you're just girl that I have sex with. We probably won't do this again because I realize that your hair is frazzled and it probably has extensions. It's not your real hair, and that's kind of gross 'cause who knows where it came from.