You are a dog. Your language is hitlerism. Every breath you exhale releases dozens of particles of Heinrich Himmler into the air. The third reich courses through your veins and fires through your nerves. Hitler is your god. The name of his religion? Anti-Authoritarianism.
Started from a random tweet in 2019 which blew up due to its absurdity. The pasta is often known as the “Raccoon copypasta” nowadays.
The human anus can stretch up to 7 inches before taking damage.
A raccoon can squeeze into holes as tight as 4 inches, Meaning you can take almost two full raccoons up your ass. Believe in yourself.
Started by a tweet by @JeremyTate41, the tweet has been used ironically on either completely normal or absurd stuff.
My father-in-law is a builder. It is difficult to get his attention in a magnificent space because he is lost in wonder. We were in a cathedral together years ago and I asked him what it would cost to build it today. I will never forget his answer…
“We can’t, we don’t know how to do it.”
Started from Twitter, its an inside joke within Hip-hop where people like to diss Drake on how he likes to paint himself as some sort of underworld boss from where he’s from.
It’s funny how people outside Canada are like oh let’s check out the Drake album, pretty good, love the memes etc, when we will never know how many people he’s killed, how many lives he’s destroyed with his iron grip on Toronto’s underworld, how many people he’s silenced.People love to call Drake soft or sensitive but this freestyle further proves that Drake is the demonic, goon employing thug, that Tupac and Biggie were thought to be. If the ominous drill beat didn't spell it out, Drake is one of the realest threats in the rap game and can get anyone killed if he wishes. Kanye said it himself about Drake in 2018, "He running around like he pac", that's because Drake is the new modern day Pac. He's really running around with a strap on his hip, has killer goons on command, is affiliated with the mafia, and has bodyguards that look like they eat nails in a bowl of blood. He had Kanye fearing for his dear life and kids lives in 2018 when the beef was popping. Drake really is the demon of Calabasas and Hollywood. We're looking at a real life Godfather Michael Corleone type figure, a gang affiliated Michael Jackson tier pop-star but on a much grander scale than MJ ever was. There's so many stories of Drake's getting rude yutes clapped up or performing mob boss gestures like throat slices, clapping his hands, etc. Drake dines at mafia style restaurants like The Nice Guy/Delilah in Hollywod. And he has enough power to bully superstar celebrities like Tory and Kanye around and make them think twice about their actions. This ninja Don Corleone runs every corner and inch of Canada and claimed it as his own. For the first time in forever we're looking at an invincible GOAT who really lives the stories. until I'm swollen, until l'm crying, until I cant walk, until I'm numb, until my throat hurts, until my cheeks are red, until the neighbours know his name, until my leg is useless, until my eyes are rolled back and it stays there, until my whole body shakes, until my bones disconnect, until i pass out, until all my holes are filled, until i cant breathe, until it gets longer than before, until i remember the length of it, until the end of time, until it reaches my stomach, until hes grunting and growling, until the whole world hears, until he's out of juice, We aren't ever stopping, the bed could break, 2 the floor could cave in, and there could be a killer natural disaster outside but we aren't stopping, until we invent a new position, until l'm trembling underneath, until I see stars and fireworks in the back of my head, until I can't think anymore, until I forget how to talk, I'll ride him until I can't breathe, until the room stinks, until the blood in my body turns white like his juice, until my legs are shaking, until I can't feel my legs he can top meuntil hes swollen, until hes crying, until he cant walk, until hes numb, until his throat hurts, until his cheeks are red, until the neighbours know my name, until his legs are useless, until his eyes are rolled back and it stays there, until his whole body shakes, until his bones disconnect, until he passes out, until all his holes are filled, until he cant breathe, until it gets longer than before, until he remembers the length of it, until the end of time, until it reaches his stomach, until im grunting and growling, until the whole world hears, until im out of juice, We aren't ever stopping, the bed could break, 2 the floor could cave in, and there could be a killer natural disaster outside but we aren't stopping, until we invent a new position, until he trembling underneath, until he sees stars and fireworks in the back of my head, until he can't think anymore. until he forgets how to talk
Im a starving child starving to death and this is the very last thing i have ever read. gootbye.