Awww Donnie Trumpykins is sticking up for Jeff Sessions

Aww sweetie, that's so cute!

Birds of a feather, flock in the White Supremacy House together with Bannon. Teehee.

*sips tea*

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Fug she's perfect

Yawn.

There's not a single thing about OP that isn't filtered on my home computer, so enjoy this rare (You).

Hahaha awww it's so cute that you feel the need to share your visibility settings. You want to know the truth? You don't have anything setup. You LOVE to know what's going on. It's ok to be honest about it. Share your feelings. I won't think any less of you, dear.

This woman is still doing this?

It's been months at this point

Thanks, baby. *sips tea*

FINALLY. A man that isn't threatened by a powerful woman.

When do you think the rest of these little boys will grow up and learn to respect women? It's so funny to think how they act around women. It's clear they don't spend much time around them.

*sips tea*

Awww pumpkin. I have a direct line to your President. He's not my President of course, but it's nice to share my thoughts with this sad broken man.

I haven't had a breakthrough yet, but maybe if I keep replying to every single one of his tweets, we may have a success, honey bear.

She's so crazy it's actually frightening.

What is wrong with this bitch? She's mental.

Schizophrenia is much more common in Jews

You know it's like you've crafted the perfect level of passive aggressive smarmy Im-holier-then-thou attitude and now you must share it with the world.

On Sup Forums

Its very good at rustling jimmies.

Your face my boot though, hang yourself Judas.

Oh honey bear. Is that what your ringleader Donnie told you to do when you're confronted with ideas you don't like? Insult them? Hahaha

Awww baby. Come here. Give me a hug. No other woman will touch you, so I'll touch you. We can try a few minutes at a time then take a break. I don't want to overwhelm you. I know you've never felt the touch of a woman.

This thread is a painfully obvious trolling.

Sage.

Haha that's quaint. Antisemitism? Really? Is that where we are in 2017? *shakes head in disbelief* I guess that just cements what's been going on in this cemeteries. Very sad. I'll say a prayer for you and light a candle for you, shnookums.

OH NO NO NO

That's no way to play nice, kiddo.

Did your mommy not teach you how to play well with others?

Now, go stand in the corner facing the wall and stand there until you come up with nicer things to say. Ok? That is...if you have the discipline for self-reflection. *winks*

Refute THIS Sup Forums
protip; you can not
*chugs RC cola*

Awwww I love sage!! The smell is SO great. I light sage on fire and do cleansing all over my apartment! Isn't it nice?

SUCH a good smell. Do you use the sage to cover up the smell of your body odor? You know, there are instructions online on how to clean yourself. Don't be afraid to research it. Or you could ask me. This is a safe space, sweetie.

SWEETIE

>Bess will never whisper sweet nothing to you in bed
It hurts lads

I want to be Bess Kalb's little baby boy fart slave. I want her to sit on my face and fart loudly into my mouth and nostrils as I make muffled baby goo goo ga ga noises. She would keep farting and then talk down to me in a condescending motherly tone, calling me her little sweetie baby fart slave as she rubs her fart all over my face and I reach climax.

ABSOLUTELY SWEETIE

Report the annoying larping 'sweetie' troll who makes a new thread per second.

Stop replying to these you utter fags

Boring af. Sage is my favourite spice.

That's right. Get in line, you little Trumpeter.

You too, pumpkin.

Hahahaha awwwww that's so cute and pathetic at the same time.

Listen, I'm sure there's something redeemable about you. You may not be attractive and you may be an alt right loser, but you might be a fixer-upper.

Do you have a close relationship with your mommie? Or is she emotionally distant? It's ok, baby. I'm here for you.

Is anyone surprised?

Post asshole

**BRRRAAAPPPPPPPP**

EVERYTIME

this doesn't even make me mad anymore desu. it used to though

Tsk tsk tsk. And here I thought Canadians were nice people. You wouldn't kiss your mother with that mouth, would you?

Or is that the problem? An Oedipus complex? Have you ever fantasized about your mother sexually??

*muah*

Another Trumpeter in line. Nice. I'm going to start a collection.

HE A GOOD BOY HE DINDU NUFFIN

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Women need to quit trying to sound like drag queens with their "o honey" bullshit.

I always open these threads to see the *sips cum* response, but I don't see any this time so:

>*sips cum*

Antisemitism. Of course. Low-hanging fruit. That's all you can do, right? Blame the Jews.

Sweetie, I hate to break it to you. But "The Jews" aren't responsible for you living at home with your parents.

Why don't you go to bed early tonight and meditate on that? Reflect on your life a little, ok sugarpie?

Use your words, babe.

You too. That's nonsensical.

Do you ghostwrite Donnie's speeches? Hahaha

*rolls eyes* Of course. Just like Donnie. Have to pick on a group of people to explain your failures in life.

What would make you mad? The truth? Maybe take a break from Breitbart and Fox News, sweetie.

It might be painful at first, but it will do you some good to get some fresh perspective about the world. Don't you think so? Be honest! *winks*

YAAWNNNN ugh *brraappghh* oh YAAWNN mhm ugh yeah brapaprjehdj
t.(You)

What the Fuck is with everyone posting this, it's such a fucking worthless post. You're bored so fucking what there's a million other things you can do

I'd literally kill you if I could

>tfw Bess is probably a Sup Forumsack shitposting

Blumpf btfo
*sips nigger cum

Check your privilege, rich woman from a first world country.

Of course. Hitler Hitler Jew Hitler Jew Hitler Hitler Jew. It's like a broken record. How embarrassing.

Drag queen?????????????

Excuse me??????

What did you just say?

That's what I thought.

Scared little boy.

Aww you know what I think?

I think you were obviously abused as a child. Only a degenerate would think something like that. Did your daddy put his peepee in your mouthie, dear? Show me on the doll where he touched you! It's ok, it'll be our little secret.

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Sup Forums is still never wrong

Remember to put Sage(((BRIAN))) in the option fields or(((PODESTA)))) you're further contributing to this twinks role playing thread

Does this fucking woman not have anything else to do except reply to every one of Trump's tweets in the worst Tumblrspeak imaginable? She's on every one, I swear

better image

Maybe people should make worthwhile threads then

It's been hilarious watching him crash and burn. In all seriousness we cannot let this man get the nuclear codes.

Babe, I don't think you're in any place to criticize me. You're the one peddling conspiracy theories about the most victimized group of people in history.


Hahaha

Awww it's just like a Trump rally in here. We have people screaming about Jews over here. And over there, there's someone threatening to get violent.

What do you think it is about Donnie-boy that gets everyone riled up?

It's fascinating.

*sips tea*

Aww come on there, dearie. You know you're just projecting. Do you watch interracial porn? I bet you do and your hate yourself for it.

Do you watch the guys more than the girls? Be honest!

It'll be our little secret. Just like those big black men say to you, right babe? :-*

Did she really tweet the erection remark?

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come on guys.

you know that you wanna see what her butt hole looks like.

Tl;dr

resist all Jewish bioweapons

OH SWEETIE OH SUGAR OH HONEY

hwat kind of tea r u sipping?

there was a girl named Bess in my elementary school. she was really skinny, but me and the lads called her a cow every day till she'd cry, just because Bess is a fucking milkcow name.

It makes her seem crazy, not passionate

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The Don continues to crack sweatyposter...

I'm an indigenous transperson from Mexico, My hometown was destroyed by jewish mining companies and their plots. But sure, keep *sipping on foreskin blood*, whatever keeps you goin'

Hmmmmm...

Was this woman raped by her father as a child?

you're great at roleplaying

Trump raped her.

Of course I did. Who has time to be like Faux News and peddle in lies?

Antisemitism. Not going to acknowledge THAT anymore. Evil, evil energy. You need prayer and the love of a good woman.

Oh my gosh. Wow.

Of course his little followers are pussygrabbers, too. Isn't that lovely?

Aww sweetie, can we be honest with each other? I think most things are too long to read for you. It's hard when you have a 3rd grade reading level, isn't it? Why don't you tell us about it? Let's hear about your struggles. I promise I won't make fun of you. You can't help that you have a learning disability and that your school system failed you, your parents failed you, and your genetics failed you. It happens, dearie.

Haha are you triggered, you little snowflake? Why? Should I scream the N word or rant about "The Jews"? Is that how to fit in on here?

*sips tea and winks* why don't you put your lips on the rim and find out?

Aww honey, you know that's actually a really sad story. It's the origin of your abuse towards women. Misogyny is not a good look, boy. Even big boys have to grow up some time, dear. Let's do baby steps, ok? Why don't you compliment the next woman you talk to? Tell her she's pretty.

Aww darlin' - like you'd know the difference. I bet the only sex you've had is when you've gotten a girl drunk. SAD!

If I was her father.

Yes.

literally
>HE DINDU NUFFIN
it's amazing how quickly /poltards/ have become the regressive left they rail against

gas chambers are too good for these creatures

>She'll never caress your tiny dick with her sweaty, stinky feet while demeaning you.
Why live.

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She would be great at humiliating you while farting on your face.

No, fortunately, I tend to steer clear of leather-faced, dead possum wearing, overweight, slurring, drunken-acting pussygrabbers.

He could NEVER get close to THIS!

You're disgusting, you know that? I blame your parents.

Who's playing? I'm studying you people. I feel like I'm at an aquarium or something and I'm surrounded by these squids that swim around and squirt ink all over the place. And I'm watching you from the outside in. You're just a bunch of squids squirting ink. That's what your posts are. Too afraid to engage in a discussion. Maybe you're afraid to?

You might learn something about life or yourself, sweetie. Open your heart and your mind, babe.

*refills mug and sips more tea*

I need to put more on the kettle in a minute.

She needs her head caved in with a bat

GRADE

A

SHITPOSTING

My parents were kiled for opposing the jewish mining project, check your family privilege. Also now you're being a racist for calling a person of color disgusting. Shameful but I shouldn't expect more from a chosenite

stop bein coy and tell me what tea u sippin

Aww I love her! I wasn't just watching Easy A the other day.

>*sings* I've got a pocket got a pocket >full of sunshine, I've got a love and I >know that it's all mine oh. OH OH >OHHHH

Ugh had to go get the lyrics or it would bug me. I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh, oh whoa
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No, oh whoa

Take me away (take me away)
A secret place (a secret place)
A sweet escape (a sweet escape)
Take me away (take me away)
Take me away (take me away)
To better days (to better days)
Take me away (take me away)
A hiding place (a hiding place)

youtu.be/NYTS7NBDKKU

Her upper lip is wrong

Why is this becoming a thing?

I don't get why this gets under people's skin so much.

Such sounds like inane rambling to me.

"Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news."

It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.

All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:

"If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer."

"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.

"First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend's mind at rest," said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.

"Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna. "You are staying the whole evening, I hope?"

"And the fete at the English ambassador's? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there," said the prince. "My daughter is coming for me to take me there."

"I thought today's fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome."

"If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off," said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.

"Don't tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev's dispatch? You know everything."

"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. "What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours."

Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.

In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:

"Oh, don't speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one.... Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?... England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander's loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him.... And I don't believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!"

She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.

"I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?"

"In a moment. A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?"

"I shall be delighted to meet them," said the prince. "But tell me," he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, "is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature."

Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.

Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.

"Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister," was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.

As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna's face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.

The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:

"Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful."

The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.

"I often think," she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- "I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don't speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don't like him," she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. "Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don't deserve to have them."

And she smiled her ecstatic smile.

"I can't help it," said the prince. "Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity."

"Don't joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves" (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), "he was mentioned at Her Majesty's and you were pitied...."

The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.

"What would you have me do?" he said at last. "You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them." He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.

It's pretty obvious that's a troll pretending to be a girl.

"And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with," said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.

"I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can't be helped!"

He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.

"Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she asked. "They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don't feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya."

Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.

Do you know," he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, "that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And," he went on after a pause, "what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?" Presently he added: "That's what we fathers have to put up with.... Is this princess of yours rich?"

"Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed 'the King of Prussia.' He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov's and will be here tonight."

"Listen, dear Annette," said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna's hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. "Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that's all I want."

And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor's hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.

"Attendez," said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, "I'll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski's wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my apprenticeship as old maid."

Chai tea. But be careful, my widdle guy.

It's very tasty. But it comes out super hot so you have to watch your tongue, babe.

Wouldn't want to see you in pain. I know you don't feel the same way. So many hurtful people in this place lashing out. Are you one of them?

I first had Chai tea when I was 15 at this coffee shop in Wisconsin. The emo kids would drink their tea, so I got into it. Ohh how I miss the good ole days.

*winks* See? Is it that hard to compliment a woman? I promise it's not as hard as it looks.

*touches it* well...not that hard, but it's got potential

*smirks*

*rolls eyes* Oh sure, sweetie. Whatever you say. Next you're going to tell me that "The West" had it coming when it comes to 9/11.

Ohhhh nooooooo. Are we oppressors? Should we stay out of your little sandbox??? Puh-leeze, little boy. Let's be honest. If it weren't for the United States, you would be living in a cave smoking opium with Griselda, your medicine woman witch doctor. Get real, boy.

Anna Pavlovna's drawing room was gradually filling. The highest Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely in age and character but alike in the social circle to which they belonged. Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor. The youthful little Princess Bolkonskaya, known as la femme la plus seduisante de Petersbourg,* was also there. She had been married during the previous winter, and being pregnant did not go to any large gatherings, but only to small receptions. Prince Vasili's son, Hippolyte, had come with Mortemart, whom he introduced. The Abbe Morio and many others had also come.

*The most fascinating woman in Petersburg.

To each new arrival Anna Pavlovna said, "You have not yet seen my aunt," or "You do not know my aunt?" and very gravely conducted him or her to a little old lady, wearing large bows of ribbon in her cap, who had come sailing in from another room as soon as the guests began to arrive; and slowly turning her eyes from the visitor to her aunt, Anna Pavlovna mentioned each one's name and then left them.

Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them cared about; Anna Pavlovna observed these greetings with mournful and solemn interest and silent approval. The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today." And each visitor, though politeness prevented his showing impatience, left the old woman with a sense of relief at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return to her the whole evening.