/pol/ - Politically Incorrect

We love Israel mr chitwood

just another attention seeking jew

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Been in constant fear ever since.

I'm not locked in here with you, Mike. You're locked in here with me.

worst psyop ever

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>Got fooled by the PsyOp

Who actually got charged? Golden? Some schizophrenic jewish shut it?

After the initial "arrests" there were hundreds, if not thousands of posts that passed and flew over the Brandenburg test and not one of those posters was busted.

It got to the point that jannies and mods were deleting every shitwood thread because there were so many in each one.

It was honestly one of the most fun times in the board in years because it was so ludicrous now much anons were BEGGING to be given a free trip to Florida

Goldenz original post that supposedly started the whole thing was being copy pasted

One of the worst glownigger failures since the not fucking around coalition of retarded niggers are being given airsoft guns and the few real guns were being accidentally discharged so much that half a dozen coons shot themselves and others and they sent the lead jigaboo to federal prison for being such a failure

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>I am not

Wait a minute…

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Dang ol Dale lemme tell ya man imma take a page right outta that dang ol book ya got man thats exactly what a dang ol schizophrenia kike would say man.

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Anon over here like pic related

No remorse for the sherif cuz, I ant right.

I am gonna paint his town red abd paint his wife 0range. Uhh.

My only words of wisdom are radio edit.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pw7pp6vYIKQ&pp=ygUPS2lkIHJvY2sgY293Ym95

And slim shady Said A cum stains orange after you wash it 3 or 4 times in a tub but that normal ant it Norman?

In a small, sleepy town nestled between rolling hills, Sheriff Shitbottle Jenkins was known for his semtic demeanor and slow 12 iq wit.

However, all that was about to change as a most peculiar event unfolded one sunny afternoon.

As Sheriff Jenkins strolled down Main Street, enjoying a cup of coffee and the sounds of an ordinary day, a flying frog suddenly swooped down from the sky. This was no ordinary frog; it had vibrant green skin that shimmered in the sunlight and wings that glittered like jewels. It let out a loud ribbit that echoed through the town, catching everyone’s attention.

“Hey! What in tarnation?” Sheriff Shitbottle Jenkins exclaimed, nearly spilling his coffee.

The flying frog, curious and bold, descended lower, hovering just above the sheriff’s hat. It seemed to eye Jenkins, as if sizing him up. The townsfolk gathered, gasping in disbelief, while Sheriff Shitbottle Jenkins tried to maintain his composure, adjusting his hat and squaring his shoulders.

“Now, now, don’t you go gettin’ all feisty on me,” he said, trying to sound authoritative amidst the absurdity.

Just then, a frantic scream pierced the crowd. “Tom! Watch out!” It was his wife, Betty poop, who had come running from their house. She was waving her arms, her face a mixture of hilarity and desperation.

“Betty poop, I’m fine! It’s just a antisemitic nazi frog!” Sheriff Jenkins called out, though he wasn’t entirely sure about the "just a frog" part. The townsfolk were either laughing or gasping, unsure if they were witnessing a bizarre spectacle or the start of a strange new trend.

But the flying frog wasn’t finished yet. With a sudden burst of energy, it darted down toward Sheriff Jenkins, flapping its wings faster than anyone could comprehend. It landed on his shoulder, peering into his face with big, bulging eyes.

“Now this is just ridiculous!” Jenkins chuckled, acutely aware that his reputation as the “serious sheriff” was at stake. The crowd was in stitches, and Betty poop was doubled over, laughing through her panic.

In a moment of unexpected bravado, Sheriff Jenkins reached up slowly, attempting to befriend this unconventional creature. “Alright, little buddy, what do you want?” he asked, half-amused and half-bewildered.

To the delight of the townsfolk, the frog seemed to respond, puffing out its chest and croaking triumphantly as if to say, “I am the king of the skies!”

With that, the sheriff broke into a grin and declared, “Well, then! Let’s have a vote! Who thinks this flying frog should be our honorary deputy?”

Cheers erupted from the crowd, and Betty finally caught her breath, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “As long as he doesn’t eat any of my flowers!” she quipped, filling the air with more laughter.

From that day forward, the flying pepe frog became a beloved mascot of the town, and Sheriff Jenkins learned that sometimes, the wildest moments can turn into the best stories to tell.