>>27566
So, minors do not have a brain, and therefore are easier to sexually manipulate, according to your own logic, anon...

>>27577
Klim, I'm not talking about minors.
Stop thinking about them.
I do not say anyting about "manipulating" either. If they choose to be into nsfw, then that's on them. Hell I w as into nsfw when I was a minor too, even looking at incredibles porn on my ipad.

>>27608
No
He
Fucking
Isn't
Yo stupid Moron.

>>27621
Thou ist but a vile reprobate

>>27236
>>27248
This tard, can't hide it online, imagine his home, hearing grunts and moans all night saying please no recordings...

>>27591
Not really.
>>27596
Imagine harassing an artist and designer all day in your life, especially for your own pleasure. You're sick.

>>27598
You need to stop listening to The Shadow People

>>27598
>an artist and designer
... and minor attracted pedo.

>>27518
Why are you trying to turn me gay, this is fag shit. Stop turning my pdd into
the gay

I am so gay I shit in my diapers and lick them clean afterward

>>27522
>>27539
Both of you die.

>>27542
Source of THE GAY

>>27542
That's exactly what an active practising homosexual paedophile would say

>>21573
Have a Nice Day, anon

At least Our Boi Geordie aint black

>>27397
i find this very offensive
it is an insult to my people
and it is also cultural appropriation of the canadian people too
you aint prime minister so you cant do blackface
its their heritage

>>27402
I'm Not Black

>>27397
>>27410
Hang on... is this NOT racist in Yonkers Lore now?

>>27425
no, i don't.

>>27427
Oh yes, I do, meanie monster.

>>27427
Then why do you come to this board every day?

>>27427
Yes. Yes you do.
The Shadow People keep telling you to keep coming back here after your discord crew abandoned you.

>>27279
>>27280
>>27282
I never rambled, buddy.

>>27293
Hark: The rambling pathological liar speaketh unto us.

>>27297
None of this is "pathological" or "lying".

>>27089
Mr. Peabody is sexier than a teen anime character dressed as a bee.

I still lick poop.
I lick my own poop.
I lick my family's poop.
I lick dog poop off the pavement.
Licking poop is not crazy.

>>27213
Stop copying sage, retard. You will NEVER be me because I strongly hate scat, i e ven hated it since i was born. You don't know as much cartoons as I do.

>>27233
>Cartoons
That's exactly what someone with the mentality of a 5-yo would say.

>>27233
Does licking it take the taste of lies out of your mouth?

>>27202
So are you lying now or were you lying then?
>>27201
How old is he now, is he able to get out while he plots his revenge?

Why did Klim lie about everything ever?

>>27208
Leave my family alone, creep.

>>27230
So are you lying now or were you lying then?

>>27230
Klim is your family?
Interdesting...

>>27181
You're maxed out because you make fun of a minor getting hurt by a German/Australian fag.

>>27187
I wanna be the max too, guys help me max out my it tastes like a pill tokerance.

>>27188
Shut up and post on deviantart again, weirdo.

KLIM LIVES IN SPAIN WITH HIS 12yo DONKEY WIFE, AND I CAN PROVE IT.

My family poops big. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won't flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you. Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out "hey, can you get me the poop knife"? I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife. Fast forward to 22. It's been a day or two between poops and I'm over at my friend's house. My friend was the local dealer and always had 'guests' over, because you can't buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I look down and see that it's a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife. "My what?" Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please. "Wtf is a poop knife?" Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it. He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my fucked up family with their fucked up bowels. FML. I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn't cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes. She will be getting her own utility knife now.

I was in a pub once, had a shit that was barely under the time-limit; a real photo finish, iykwim. I shotgun blasted that toilet into oblivion. There was a clear delineation of where the seat was raised splattered on the back wall and even the sides of the stall. The backsplash hit my ass and I was quite unhappy about that. Even my legs got hit a little. I ended up duck-walking to the sink and just grabbing a handful of paper towels to take out most of the muck, but I literally forgot to flush so some poor fuck had to go in there at some point and see ground zero. I don't envy his job, but also I kind of wish someone had captured his expression. I went home commando that day, it was so bad.

I just landed a shit that was so massive; it was the size and shape of Florida... I practically had to stand up to deliver it... seriously, Norse Sagas will be written about it.... I knew it was gonna be huge when I had to strip naked beforehand... fists clenched, body sweating and shaking... it seriously smelt like rotten prawns left laying out in the mid-summer sun for a week... it had glowing eyes of corn as well (I dunno when I last ATE corn - FUCK!) It stood up and was so long it nearly toppled out of the bowl, which I thought was gonna crack... I gagged - violently. My neighbors called out, worried I might need an ambulance. I think I tore something inside - Jesus. I had to stomp that fucker down with MULTIPLE flushes. Plus I ran out of paper. Afterwards, I just sat shivering on the tiled floor in the shower, sobbing. No more Scottish family restaurant food for me for a while, I think... just thought you should know about my day...

My family poops big. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won't flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you. Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out "hey, can you get me the poop knife"? I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife. Fast forward to 22. It's been a day or two between poops and I'm over at my friend's house. My friend was the local dealer and always had 'guests' over, because you can't buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I look down and see that it's a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife. "My what?" Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please. "Wtf is a poop knife?" Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it. He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my fucked up family with their fucked up bowels. FML. I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn't cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes. She will be getting her own utility knife now.