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Para las chilenitas indígenas paticortas, sañor implica que 30 animales babeen por ella para terminar siendo taladreada por el(los) más simio(s)

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Tomillo, oregano, romero: al principio.
Albahaca, perejil, cilantro: al final.

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yeah im really communist and ancom and sgtuff you shold check out my tiktok and my discord server also i love google microsoft amazon i pay for netflix and GOD i love twitter

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The best Martin Luther King Day was in 2011, when Jeh Johnson, then the top lawyer at the Pentagon, explained that if King were alive today he’d support the US wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. Today Johnson’s on the board of Lockheed Martin, which we know King would also support.

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El reto clonazepam, el nuevo desafío viral de TikTok está poniendo en riesgo la salud de los adolescentes, es por ello que los padres de familia deben estar alertas ante este tipo de acciones, porque el consumir estos fármacos solo debe ser bajo…

You put forward these dogmas like all anime being pedophilia, and pretend to take this moral high ground even though if your dogmas like the anime one was taken as an actual argument it falls face first on the fact that studies have found zero correlation with it and child sexual assault.

And when people mock you for taking this worthless position that you fail to support with a single argument, you just call others pedophiles and brag about how you're "anti-pedophilia".

You're a bigger farce at fighting pedophilia than liberals who think that stopping non-black people from saying the n-word fights back at racism – you're nothing but a misinformed shock jock who spews hot air with a smug face that's negated by the tears rolling down your face.

Hiyouya Saegami's "Chuunibyou Instruction Manual" (中二病取扱説明書

I wonder if dick rating has the same problem debt rating agencies had in the 2000s where creditors were pressured into giving out AAs because of market demand. Maybe dickrates are inflated/deflated depending on induced demand.

EL BAISANO ES UN ANIMAL CONFLICTIVO, HEREDERO DE UNA CULTURA CHANERA MALIGNA ESA QUE TANTO LES AVERGUENZA, CON INCLINACIONES A LA TRAICION, EL ROBO DE PAPIROS, LA PELEA SUCIA Y DESIGUAL, COMO EN TODOS LOS PROYECTOS QUE HA PARTICIPADO CON APOYO DE LA COMUNIDAD PARA SER ROBADO POR EL STAFF, TREMENDO IMAGE BOARD DE RATEROS LOS BAISANOS... NADIE EN EL MUNDO CIVILIZADO QUIERE A UN RATERO, PERO ES COMPRENSIBLE TANTA RABIA BAISANA, SI VIVEN ARRINCONADOS EN UN IB/BBS CON DIEZ POST AL DIA... TAMBIEN SON ANARCO-COMUNISTAS HOMOSEXUALES SI Y ESTAN OBSESIONANDOS CON LA PENETRACION ANAL POR ESO UNO DE SUS EXPRESIONES ES (TRONCO EN EL ANO)

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

tomillo, oregano, romero: al principio
albahaca, perejil, cilantro: al final

Omg hai ^___^ I’m Lenin-san and I absolutely luuuv ☭_____☭ socialism <3 and my fav is october revolution!!! Okies so anyways, im going to tell you about the BEST day of my life when I met my hot comrade trotsky!! <333333333 OMFGZ HE WAS SOOOOO FREAKIN REVOLUTIONARY IN PERSON!!! Supa communism desu!!!!!!!! ^______________________________________^ When I walked onto Red Square =^____^=I looked up and saw…TROTSKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 3333333333333!!!! “доброе утро OMGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ SUPA SUPA SUPA SOCIALIST TROTSKY-SAMA!!!!!” I yelled `____´ then he turned menshevik then un-menshevik!! he looked at me [O.O;;;;;;;;;;;] and then he saw how marxist I am *___* he grabbed my working class and rallied them ~_^ then pulled me behind a soviet o_o and started to propagandize me!!!!!! [OMG!!! HIS PROPAGANDA TASTED LIKE PROLETARIAT!!! RLY!! >.> <.< >.< *(^O^)* *(^O^)* *(^O^)*] then I saw some baka fat bureaucrat watching us and I could tell he was reforming him with his eyes!!!!!!! [ -_____________-;;;;; OMG I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER!!! (o_o) (o_o) (o_o)] so I yelled “UH UH BAKA STALIN THAT’S MY COMRADE WHY DON’T YOU GO HOOK UP WITH MAO CAUSE TROTSKY-SAMA STRUGGLES WITH ME!!! (o_o)” then trotsky held me close =^____^= and said he would only ever fight for the working class and propagandized me again!!!!!!! ** (☭O☭)/ then we got censored out by KGB agents all night long and inspired 42 theorists and they all became revolutionaries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YPAAAAA!!!*^)* *(^O^)* *(^O^)*(^o^)(^o^)(^o^)

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texto del libro tejas verdes
traducido al español con google desde la version traducia al ingles por no se quien
ni siquiera se si es el de hernan valdes pero ningun ocr pudo extraer texto del unico pdf que consegui de ese libro

que puedo de

facil...pero ver algo que quieres y no poder tenerlo

In some
ways it may resemble your garage/bedroom/refrigerator/life: highly individu
alistic, but unkempt; little evidence of organization; much accumulated clutter
(referred to by the uninitiated as ‘junk’); virtually nothing ever discarded; and
the few patently valuable items indiscriminately, apparently carelessly, scattered
throughout.”

connoisseur

‎誰かの世界

❝Cuando caminas en el campo enfocándote en tu tarjeta, si lo
haces correctamente, estás creando un holograma que ocupa el
mismo campo de resonancia que ocupa un maestro cuando está
levitando. La única diferencia entre la forma de pensamiento como
holograma y el maestro que levita reside en que al maestro que levita
a tu lado lo tocas, lo sientes, pero él empieza a cambiar su frecuencia
resonante. Está consumiendo la gravedad. Tú aún puedes verlo. No
puedes ver un pensamiento, pero está allí y ocupa así el mismo campo
gravitatorio de un maestro que levita; uno está al lado del otro❞

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es difícil trasladarlos a otros contextos sociales con menos disponibilidad horaria.

Without hesitation, Sir Cedric cradled the Sapphire Bloom and began his journey back to the kingdom. The flower's beauty mesmerized him, its captivating aura lulling him into a deep sense of tranquility that he had never experienced before.

Days turned to weeks and the knight, oblivious to the passage of time, continued his journey back home with the precious cargo in hand. Yet as he neared the castle gates, Sir Cedric felt an overwhelming fatigue that threatened to consume him whole. The once vibrant knight now appeared gaunt and worn, his eyes carrying the weight of an ageless slumber.

The castle courtiers marveited at Sir Cedric's return with a mix of joy and concern. But their elation quickly turned to bewilderment when the knight, carrying the Sapphire Bloom in his hands, collapsed into a deep sleep that not even the brightest flame of hope could awaken.

The kingdom mourned their beloved knight as he remained in his eternal slumber, while the Sapphire Bloom was placed upon a sacred pedestal. The wise elders of the realm sought answers to this bewildering phenomenon and soon discovered that the flower's enchantment was not one of healing, but rather a curse.

The Sapphire Bloom held immense power, capable of granting eternal rest to those who harbored pure hearts and noble intentions – Sir Cedric being no exception. However, its magic also demanded a heavy price: the recipient would succumb to an eternal sleep as they fulfilled their purpose and returned with the flower.

And so, Sir Cedric's tale became a legend whispered in hushed tones throughout generations – a story of unwavering devotion to his king and the extraordinary consequences that followed. The knight's spirit, forever intertwined with the Sapphire Bloom, continued its eternal watch over his beloved kingdom from a realm beyond dreams.

Though Sir Cedric's journey had ended in tragedy, the Sapphire Bloom served its purpose and restored health to his ailing king – proving that even in sacrifice, there can be triumph. And thus, the kingdom celebrated their knight's enduring legacy, forever cherishing his memory as a symbol of unwavering dedication and selfless love.

The End.<|endoftext|>