Hello i am about a middle age tractor.

I live in Q-Anoniran.

So like computers are alive and stuff and are being tailored by the FBI and the CIA and NBC to turn muslim frogs gay.

Also some mafia and shit are associated with it and are coming after me for being a super special atheist that is more super special mega ultra chocolatey
fudge coated than everyone on earth!

Seriously they're out to kill me, even though I am still here, but that's all part of the bigger plan. REEEEEEEEE!!!!

I WILL NOT BE CENSORED, even though they haven't removed any of my posts from here.

Seriously I know what I'm talking about, I have ESPN! I have seen what Mesogog with do with the combined forced of China and Russia.

Quote:Karma Sura 21, The Q-anonran:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-TJuQOvDQw

(69) there's a light in the distance, see it coming closer

(80085) with the force of ages, centuries gone by

Soon enough, you will see Mesogog and China joining forces publicly with Russia.

Soon you will taste the bitterness of The Morphin Grid and Morphine.

Soon you will see the nuclear solar powered megazord with karate chop action.

Ahh well... that's all part of the plot!

^Stop Censoring Me!!!

(July 21, 2023 at 2:51 pm)zebo-the-fat Wrote: Ahh well... that's all part of the plot!

Quote:I WILL NOT BE CENSORED, even though they haven't removed any of my posts from here.

^

Optimus Prime megatroned while starscreaming grimlocked soundwaves.

(July 21, 2023 at 4:03 pm)no one Wrote: Optimus Prime megatroned while starscreaming grimlocked soundwaves.

EXACTLY!!!!

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.