BigJimsWornOutTires
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I figured ORG was ahead of the game. But knowing many of you love the water, so be it. But I will piss in it, motherfuckers, like anybody would at a bottled water factory.
Gen Z does not watch sports. They play with themselves while jerking off to cartoons and Robloxing. Many of them do not work. And the ones who do, when they’re off, they’re gaming or whining on TikTok about “Muh, my boss complained again because I was four hours late. I can’t get up on time because of the drugs I’m on! Reeeeeeee! Reeeeee! REEEEEE!”
The creeps who do watch sports are dying in droves. After X and Baby Boomers are gone, professional football is officially over.
Therefore, knowing tomorrow’s prosperity is dead, the NFL is so thirsty for money and handouts (bailouts), they took a knee to the US government and licked the outsole of the king’s polished shoe.
Bunny boy’s product is a migrant theme, correct? And today’s narrative is migrant this, migrant that, ICE, ICE, baby, let’s pee on one another. Right?
Ice, ice, baby, let’s pee on one another. Right? Ugh. I’ll explain.
Before 2020, people discussed among themselves that both groups of politicians are one force of wealthy families controlling our nation. So the government responded with a collaborative and sophisticated product that pleased Big Pharma, Big News, Big Internet, the medical industry, the Depopulation Agency, corporations, factories, our allies, our partners, and thus, the wealthy society—COVID-19. But to sell this product, Hollywood drama must be employed.
Rigged election – 1984 – rise of Nazis – the awakening of the slave descendants - white supremacy – cocaine in the White House – first son has a bigger dick than you.
TLDR: Needing Americans to believe that there are two political parties, they used plots from Hollywood stories to confuse them.
Meanwhile, after the comical Overlord creeps stole the election, the Biden Administration opened the borders for hordes of migrants to flood into our nation. They broadcast this on every fucking news station and social media network. They used the term “horde” more than “rigged election.” They showed the world the breaches in the fence as tens of thousands of smiling faces entered the land of milk and honey. They also painted the image of drug cartels and violent gangs taking over the cities and neighborhoods. They needed America to witness this because of the next narrative.
When the concocted “impossible” leader became president again, after earning a Thug Life badge for 34 felony convictions, he immediately pulled the next card from the docket. Deport the migrants we allowed into our nation.
Today, the narrative is still going strong. It keeps America distracted. And this is good! It’s good for rich people. It safeguards their hold on our country.
The king pleasures all because he is the whore.
Patting himself on the shoulder for a blog well done, Big Jim autistically ran down the steps to the only door inside that small space. He tapped his fingertips on an LCD window, and a message returned, “Security key required.” Several feet below, in front of his crotch, a hole opened in the barrier. He drew his penis from his pajama bottoms. Rolling his eyes, he stroked it until it got rock hard. Sliding his pussy smoothie inside the dilemma, a digital smiley face appeared on the window. A beep sounds, and a message follows, “ACCESS GRANTED.” The door unlocked.
A circle of salt rested at the crimson center of the candlelit room. He went to a wooden cabinet and opened it. Plastic containers were neatly organized on the shelves. Each one had a label. Rabbit Feet. Pig Eyes. Bald Eagle Beaks. Vampire Testicles. Albino Tongues. Incel Tears. Overdosed Saliva. LGBT Abortions. He opened the container labeled, Calling Cards. He drew a gris-gris bag.
Big Jim stepped to the center of the circle. While rocking his hips, he shook the bag and sang a powerful incantation never heard before in a long, long time. “Karma Karma Karma Chameleon. You come and go. You come and go. Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream. Red, gold, and green. Red, gold, and green.”
A ring of fire blazed around him. A voice from it said, “You’re in my spot.”
“Oops,” Big Jim reacted and stepped outside the circle.
A hideous-looking varmint manifested.
“What!” the succubus yelled like an ex.
“I didn’t get the promising feedback I expected for the following thread:”
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“Did you remind them that your dick is bigger?”
“Oh, shit,” Big Jim realized the error was on him. “No. I didn’t because it would have been inappropriate considering the theme of the story.”
“Since the world was given to the Devil in 2019 as a gift, everything has been improper.”
“Touche.”
“Anything else?”
“I bet you have more STDs than the children who escaped Epstein’s Fantasy Island, huh?”
The creature flicked him her middle finger.
“Do you do that to your father?”
“Maybe.”
“Why are you rich people so incestuous?”
“He doesn’t impregnate me, sicko!” The overinflated skank looked down at the salt and added, “I swallow.”
“Oh, wow,” Big Jim discovered a connection. “You’re like Cronos, swallowing the Titans.”
Nodding with a proud expression, she said, “Looks like baby finally took his first step.”
“Have you ever jerked off a homeless man under the pale moonlight?”
“Maybe.”
“Damn, Paris! I was mocking the Joker from Batman with a parody, I didn’t expect you to entertain it.”
“I don't judge.”
“You're like a sharps disposal container.”
“If your girlfriend had sex with you a thousand times, how is that any different than a thousand men?”
“You rich whores and your philosophy is mindboggling. Not gonna lie.”
“When I wake up, I will remember this. And when I do, I’ll find you.”
“Not gonna happen,” Big Jim assured the eyesore. “The Mind Fuckers have my perimeter quarantined.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“It hasn't since the Devil Takeover.”
While flicking him both middle fingers, she vanished.
Gen Z does not watch sports. They play with themselves while jerking off to cartoons and Robloxing. Many of them do not work. And the ones who do, when they’re off, they’re gaming or whining on TikTok about “Muh, my boss complained again because I was four hours late. I can’t get up on time because of the drugs I’m on! Reeeeeeee! Reeeeee! REEEEEE!”
The creeps who do watch sports are dying in droves. After X and Baby Boomers are gone, professional football is officially over.
Therefore, knowing tomorrow’s prosperity is dead, the NFL is so thirsty for money and handouts (bailouts), they took a knee to the US government and licked the outsole of the king’s polished shoe.
Bunny boy’s product is a migrant theme, correct? And today’s narrative is migrant this, migrant that, ICE, ICE, baby, let’s pee on one another. Right?
Ice, ice, baby, let’s pee on one another. Right? Ugh. I’ll explain.
Before 2020, people discussed among themselves that both groups of politicians are one force of wealthy families controlling our nation. So the government responded with a collaborative and sophisticated product that pleased Big Pharma, Big News, Big Internet, the medical industry, the Depopulation Agency, corporations, factories, our allies, our partners, and thus, the wealthy society—COVID-19. But to sell this product, Hollywood drama must be employed.
Rigged election – 1984 – rise of Nazis – the awakening of the slave descendants - white supremacy – cocaine in the White House – first son has a bigger dick than you.
TLDR: Needing Americans to believe that there are two political parties, they used plots from Hollywood stories to confuse them.
Meanwhile, after the comical Overlord creeps stole the election, the Biden Administration opened the borders for hordes of migrants to flood into our nation. They broadcast this on every fucking news station and social media network. They used the term “horde” more than “rigged election.” They showed the world the breaches in the fence as tens of thousands of smiling faces entered the land of milk and honey. They also painted the image of drug cartels and violent gangs taking over the cities and neighborhoods. They needed America to witness this because of the next narrative.
When the concocted “impossible” leader became president again, after earning a Thug Life badge for 34 felony convictions, he immediately pulled the next card from the docket. Deport the migrants we allowed into our nation.
Today, the narrative is still going strong. It keeps America distracted. And this is good! It’s good for rich people. It safeguards their hold on our country.
The king pleasures all because he is the whore.
Patting himself on the shoulder for a blog well done, Big Jim autistically ran down the steps to the only door inside that small space. He tapped his fingertips on an LCD window, and a message returned, “Security key required.” Several feet below, in front of his crotch, a hole opened in the barrier. He drew his penis from his pajama bottoms. Rolling his eyes, he stroked it until it got rock hard. Sliding his pussy smoothie inside the dilemma, a digital smiley face appeared on the window. A beep sounds, and a message follows, “ACCESS GRANTED.” The door unlocked.
A circle of salt rested at the crimson center of the candlelit room. He went to a wooden cabinet and opened it. Plastic containers were neatly organized on the shelves. Each one had a label. Rabbit Feet. Pig Eyes. Bald Eagle Beaks. Vampire Testicles. Albino Tongues. Incel Tears. Overdosed Saliva. LGBT Abortions. He opened the container labeled, Calling Cards. He drew a gris-gris bag.
Big Jim stepped to the center of the circle. While rocking his hips, he shook the bag and sang a powerful incantation never heard before in a long, long time. “Karma Karma Karma Chameleon. You come and go. You come and go. Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream. Red, gold, and green. Red, gold, and green.”
A ring of fire blazed around him. A voice from it said, “You’re in my spot.”
“Oops,” Big Jim reacted and stepped outside the circle.
A hideous-looking varmint manifested.
“What!” the succubus yelled like an ex.
“I didn’t get the promising feedback I expected for the following thread:”
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“Did you remind them that your dick is bigger?”
“Oh, shit,” Big Jim realized the error was on him. “No. I didn’t because it would have been inappropriate considering the theme of the story.”
“Since the world was given to the Devil in 2019 as a gift, everything has been improper.”
“Touche.”
“Anything else?”
“I bet you have more STDs than the children who escaped Epstein’s Fantasy Island, huh?”
The creature flicked him her middle finger.
“Do you do that to your father?”
“Maybe.”
“Why are you rich people so incestuous?”
“He doesn’t impregnate me, sicko!” The overinflated skank looked down at the salt and added, “I swallow.”
“Oh, wow,” Big Jim discovered a connection. “You’re like Cronos, swallowing the Titans.”
Nodding with a proud expression, she said, “Looks like baby finally took his first step.”
“Have you ever jerked off a homeless man under the pale moonlight?”
“Maybe.”
“Damn, Paris! I was mocking the Joker from Batman with a parody, I didn’t expect you to entertain it.”
“I don't judge.”
“You're like a sharps disposal container.”
“If your girlfriend had sex with you a thousand times, how is that any different than a thousand men?”
“You rich whores and your philosophy is mindboggling. Not gonna lie.”
“When I wake up, I will remember this. And when I do, I’ll find you.”
“Not gonna happen,” Big Jim assured the eyesore. “The Mind Fuckers have my perimeter quarantined.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“It hasn't since the Devil Takeover.”
While flicking him both middle fingers, she vanished.
