>Mwubemwe caught pedoing on three underage girls
thesun.co.uk
>Anatswanashe scores some goals
bbc.co.uk
>Metatarsal injury for Anengongo
bbc.co.uk
>Chatunga arrested after second acid attack
mirror.co.uk
>Benitez: "We may consider Al-Rasheed in the transfer window, despite knife crime"
chroniclelive.co.uk
first for emigrating this year
OI CUNT IZ THAT A CODIFIED CONSTITUTION?
Well, we bursted out of class
Had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three-minute record, baby
Than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams down
Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Well, now young faces grow sad and old
And hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
Now I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home
Across the open yards
Well maybe we'll cut someplace of our own
With these drums and these guitars
'Cause we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
You say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath
Peaceful skies in my lover's bed
With a wide open country in my eyes
And these romantic dreams in my head
Once we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in a stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
someone post the eddie copyastas again
>Keeping the goalpost links
reddit.com
>>Milo went to Berkeley to for a talk, he didn't get to start and the place was torn violently asunder by the far left
>Lol I would pay to see someone kick his arse
So tolerant.
an essay I have to write next month
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>Be Eddie.
>You've been out on a tough day harvesting fag ends and drinking the dregs of pints left outside Wetherspoons, some dumb cunt even left half a can of white lightning on the park bench. What a result.
>Manage to harass and bully some fifteen year olds you saw talking about Dragonball Z on your way home. After telling them they were nonces you proceeded to give them a right royal kicking. Fucking paedos.
>You take a shit in a skip on the way home, someone threw a half eaten carton of chips in there you realise as you turn around to inspect your poo. Brilliant.
>You eat the cold cardboard-like chips on the way home, luckily there's some burger sauce on them so they go down nice and smooth. The saveloy skin inside really perked up the meal. Proper treat.
>Get to where you have parked your car. Fuck. You left the windows open and the local chavs have been putting bits of burning newspaper and dog poo into the drivers seat. It's not too much worse than it usually looks or smells anyway.
>Get in your car and decide to have a little sleep, those chips were quite heavy. A nap would do you quite well.
>Wake up and proceed to head down the local park to see if you can suck off some of the tramps there for a sniff of some poppers or to lick the heroin residue off some old spoons.
and the other one theyre fucking brilliant lol
>There is a terrific bang against the side of poor Eddie's car. He wakes suddenly from his whisky induced stupor. As he bolts up empty fag butts and rustlers burgers packets scatter into the footwell.
>He can hear Irish voices, they're shining a torch into the vehicle and forcefully opening the car door. Eddie is screaming now. He tries to reach for his cricket bat somewhere underneath all of the chip boxes but he is too slow, meaty Irish hands grab at his naked shoulders and arms and drag him wailing and howling onto the cracked grey paving stones
>"Please.. Please, lads. I didn't mean to call you cunts... I just wanted a bit of change.. I'm so fucking hungry please stop I'll do anything"
>"We've got a tasty one here maties!" They shout. They're all unzipping and pulling down their trousers. Eddie would have kept on screaming but they've stuffed a dirty chamois leather into his mouth and have started beating him. Blow after blow rains down upon poor Eddie's smackhead. They throw him face down into the mud.
>Nobody can hear him scream as they bury themselves in poor Eddie's ruined asshole. A lifelong diet of white spirit and sausages has not been kind to his anus.
>They take turns pounding poor Eddie. Tears run down his cheeks as the last one pulls out. As he takes a deep breath and begins a deep wracking sob, he is patted on his head by a gargantuan red headed Irishman wearing a Little Witch Academia t-shirt
>"I still love you, Eddie kun. There's no need to cry."
what the fuck is this thread lol
>He drinks alcohol for fun
Best thing to come out of this shitheap in months.
Nice, thanks for the link. The lack of national specification is a really worrying sign. It suggests a presumed acceptance of a globalist worldview.
Are you full black then or what?
>Has never heard of Brize Norton
What is this type of comedy called, its hilarious
They talked of what they called 'multiracialism', which was simply a universal mix-up.Take humanity, put it in a bag, shake it, and heavens know what will come out.
They wanted to get rid of what existed, all the little grey people of the world who hate the beautiful diversity of human development.They always want to get rid of the natural, of the noble and of the beautiful.They wanted to get rid of it.They wanted to make all nature as grey as themselves.
Brit/pol/.
Someone post the link for the UKIP racist babe story pls
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>Be Eddie
>Be asleep in your Jackal in Afghanistan, sometime around 2009 on a road in Kandahar with the rest of your squaddies. It's fucking hot.
>A terrible explosion tears up the old dirt track and sends pieces of red hot metal and stone. Gun shots tear through the silence like a hot knife. Eddie wakes up and rolls out of the drivers seat and onto the dust, leaving his rifle in the cabin.
>"ALLAHU ACKBAAAAR!!" The Taliban are swarming in from every direction, bullets whiz past and pipe bombs and other IED's are hurled into their midst. Eddie's comrades are desperately trying to fend off their assailants but one by one they all begin to fall.
>Through the smoke and terrible screams as dozens of bearded men in rags wielding AK47's begin mopping up what's left of Eddie's squad - he begins to crawl slowly into the drainage ditch at the side of the road - it's filled with stinking brown water and other assorted effluvia.
>They're looting everything of worth now, rifles, vehicles, tools and equipment. The few survivors are led off in chains to some cave miles away.
>Eddie waits till an old KIA drives past, he bursts up out of the ditch like a giant muddy ogre and launches himself at the drivers side of the vehicle, he punches through the window and sends the teeth of the poor Afghan within flying out of his asshole like buckshot, his throat crumpling like a paper bag and his head imploding like a tin can caught beneath a truck tyre.
>He jumps inside and begins to long and arduous journey back to Liverpool - somewhere along the way he picks up a strangely reptilian looking female who he can't help himself around.
>He takes this creature all the way back to England - by the time he arrives the snake has already laid a clutch of eggs and has shackled him to its life forever
>Makes a tripcode on Sup Forums's Brit/pol/ as he arrives back home and starts regaling everyone with his war stories.
Getting tea for this one lad. Thanks Eddieposter.
Play the postman pat theme tune and sing along!
Deserter Ed, Deserter Ed
Deserter Ed his car as his bed.
Early in the morning
Just as day is dawning
He picks up all the fagends in the land
Deserter Ed, Deserter Ed
Deserter Ed his car as his bed.
All the bins are spilling,
His mouth he'll be filling
Ed was such a shitty serviceman
Everybody knows his rusted Kia
All the pints are spilled when he runs to drink them.
Maybe, you can never be sure
There'll be a knock, thud, he's passed out on the floor
When it's Offie open time,
Out of his old car he'll climb.
Putting on his greasy shirt
Why did this dumb cunt desert?
He's always on the lash, holding a can!
Needs his azidothymidine, holding a can!
You cannot ignore,
Ed, soon face down on the floor
Picks up fags up from the streets,
Punching nonces that he meets.
If he feels he's in a jam
He'll suck you off for half a gram!.
He's always on the lash, holding a can!
Needs his azidothymidine, holding a can!
You cannot ignore,
Ed, soon face down on the floor
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I can’t wait for all the hand wringing in the media about this
FOOKIN TALBAN
You will not agree with us, if you are content with things as they are.
Talk about how the spies killed it. To make sure you aren't sent to PREVENT, draw comparisons between the anti-animal cruelty campaigners of the 80's and how they were infiltrated by literally hundreds of spies.
Can women reverse-rape men?
lads here's the situation
I want to smash this girl i smashed in 2015. but the only way i can contact her is through her instagram (which i shouldn't know). how do i contact her without seeming like a stalker? Should i just leave it?
nice try wh*teoid
Any mutual friends?
Under UK law no. Penetration with a penis is necessary for rape
>>"I still love you, Eddie kun. There's no need to cry."
My sides
Nah I'm 'alf innit
Car seat for sale or rent, you can bum him for fifty pence
No front door, no shower, no bog, he ain't got nowhere to drop a log
Ah, but, two hours of sucking truckers cocks
Buys him a paki munchie box
Hes a man of means by no means, eddies king of the road.
Third car, behind the taxi rank, soup from the tramps food bank,
Old worn out clothes and shoes,
Hes got them titsnek blues,
He eats old kebabs he has found, scraping them up off the ground
Hes a man of means by no means, eddies king of the road.
nope
please you have to go back.
Fuck off back to outer/pol/.
Present brit/pol/ as evidence of ultranationalism's terrifying resurgence
>Instagram
>Mutual freinds
no grandpa
Just follow and message her like a week after she approves your request
If her account's open, she's a sket so follow and message around a day after following
DEM BLOODY PAKIS EH
Listen m8 you need to stop an have a rethink ?
this hate on a shitpost board ?
Just saying when someone doxxs you ?
You are a trip /part spiteful cunt here
Lets OUT YOU ! ?
Just send her a message say something like “since when did you have Instagram” just play it like you stumbled across her on it, which is possible
The link pls, not image
RESULT
right lads fuck it going for it. nothing to lose really.
Also talk about the emergence of identitarianism as a more primal replacement. I think part of the reason for this is that, in severing people's connection with the past in education the only place left is before flags and anthems.
Proper treat this is.
Don’t bombard her, after she reply’s wait like a day before sending a new message, that will Make you seem less stalkery and more genuine
>Be Eddie
>In the house BTFOing Anonymongs all day
>Decide to have a little sleep, but just then
>GOOOOAAAAALLLLLL!
>The Resident Nigger Mutumbu's just smashed your window and your whole house is covered in glass
>I'LL PUNCH YOUR THROAT CU-
>GOOOOOALLLLLLLL!
>Mutumbu's just fired another shot at your face as you yell out of your now broken window
>You find half a jammie dodger on the floor, dirty but God ain't got shit on you
>You take a bite and there was sharp glass inside
>CHAD TRAVELLER
righto
It began on a crazy August Evening:
I was the most black Triplord around,
He was the most fat loser.
He was my enemy,
My fat enemy,
My loser.
We used to eat so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to run together, around the world,
We wanted it all.
But one Evening, one crazy Evening,
We decided to run too much.
Together we fed a disagreement.
It was awful, so awful.
From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so strong.
And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
He shagged a titsnek.
Alas, a titsnek!
My enemy shagged a titsnek.
It was quiet, so quiet.
The next day I thought my lips had broken,
I thought my spleen had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that Evening,
That crazy August Evening.
My spleen... ouch!
When I think of that fat loser,
That fat loser and me.
Ignore that
If she doesn't take the piss replying don't take the piss because who the fuck goes a day without being on their phone
evening britpol
were there any good 2017 brittish films?
How would you tell? It's all the same Hollywood trash anyway.
Vektor - Terminal Redux
>It began on a crazy August Evening:
>I was the most black Triplord around,
I didn't really post here in August
ive no idea desu, i guess i mean fils set in britain? im just looking for something to watch
Listen I redflagged LEA this mardy cunt who hates eddie here its bullying OK
stop it ok ..
Police are going to visit an sort .. we can Joke an shitpost but when we attack a WHITE BLOKE ... NO ! that poster is getting 5 am wake up .. lol ex civil service guy ..
! Bang ..
Some dumb cunt left the dregs on these just sitting here.
watching derry girls
So what countries are your parents from?
You say you're not a 56%er because your parents aren't mongrels... but aren't you technically a mongrel? No offense.
Do you see yourself as white, black, or mixed? Do you have a prefereance for being around whites/blacks/other mixed?
Are there words to describe you that you feel offense to? Half-caste for instance?
Death at a Funeral
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paedo .. ?
lol
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rundown?
>ye m8 i voted UKIP
>an' wot
ye
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oh thanks. Nearly missed that in the middle of all this tripfag spam with accompanying recycled memes and innane shit about girls on instagram
THE FUCKING STATE OF THIS GENERAL no wonder our country is failing.
>pakiposting in amerimutt hours
Enjoy instant deletion lmao
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it's the sequel to Four Weddings, a bit slow to start but once the action kicks in it's worth the watch
make sure you've got the British version with Peter Dinklage and not the American version with Peter Dinklage
deffo my best film of 2017
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kek'd
come home, white man
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youur an idiot
you argue for the point and against the point and come to your own conclusion based on what you presented
Why wouldn't Brize Norton also be a key nuclear target?
Any site with a large enough runway would be a potential target along with our channel ports and the terminals for oil / undersea cable etc.
See also:
whenever I see that thumbnail I always think it's a map of Israel
Not set in Britain (obv) but Dunkirk should be your 1st port of call, lad
that's kind of you. thank you
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WAHEY
>durrr bakka da net!
>people still support police in this country
They always act like I'm some chimping out nog for saying what a useless lot these are.
Hate Richard curtis