Used to be comfy shark tank threads

>used to be comfy shark tank threads
>no thread tonight

you didn't even provide a stream. and for that reason, sneeeed

I'm not feeling any of the new sharks 2bh

>hold on
BOI HE DOIN IT

I miss O'leary Posting. Or Kevinposting

Whatever you want to call it. I miss it.

It was the peak of 2016 Sup Forums

Actually there was one like an hour ago. Died quickly tho

F

>it's a sharks get heated when the pitcher makes excuses for his shitty app episode

Sharkposting. There were some good ones for the others too

YAAASSS MR WONDERFUL IS BACK FOR EPISODE TWO YAAASSSSSSSSSS

clip at the end for next week showed kevin back
don't know how many shows he missed trying to enter canadian politics

>it's a diversity scholarship talks about his credentials pitch

dude was unlucky
damon would have made an offer if he was there

I hope they make fun of him for being a failed candidate

>Millenials BTFO!!!!!

dey pooped on it

Was le Uber man there tonight?

he quit the show
wrote a letter about why, says he's going to challenge trump

Shark Tank AKA Jews Make Money of the Goyim's Hard Work.

>I forgot the premiere was tonight

someone pls post pastas

NOTORIOUS
OUTSPOKEN

There is a small island in the Himalayan Sea called Malderiki, upon which I own a large mansion. Every year afer the first rain, the Newport Beach Wine Society (of which I am a member) gathers at my mansion to watch the island's natives grovel in the mud as their pathetic straw dwellings are ripped apart by the rising waters. On this island there is also a fish, called a Piranha Giganticus. Coinciding with the first rain, this fish swims into the flooded island and begins to feed on the older and weaker natives of Malderiki. Unable to defend themselves from the killer fish and uttrly helpless, the natives make their way to my mansion in makeshift canoes. At this point, the Newport Beach Wine Society opens a bottle of pre-revolution French Chardonnay, dated no later than 1760, and places wagers on which native will be the first to reach the high ground of my sprawling lawn. Once the fish has fed and returned to the Sea, there are typically a handful of natives left on my lawn, at which point we activate the electric fence and release the crocodiles. Last year, during the crocodile feeding, a tiny speck of native flesh was flung from the lawn up to the balcony where the Newport Beach Wine Society was gathered and landed on my shoe. I retrieved the piece of flesh and placed it in my mouth, washing it down with a glass of Moldovan Pino Griggio. Right now, YOU are that piece of flesh."

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