Check

Check

My

Dubs

checked

look-y there, double dubs.

this thread wins Sup Forums for the day.

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I just channeled the dub gods, completed a combo, including a double dubs, and replied with another double dubs saying look-y there, double dubs.

i will retire myself from Sup Forums, thank you sirs.

You did it Op!

Welp, one more mark to add to the wall.
Good job, OP.

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This is get thread?

No, now this is a get thread.

guys

it has already been a get thread.

check these dubs

NO GET THREAD.
THREAD IS DEAD

Don't /thread

/thread

you can't just end the thread

the thread is just getting started

Then make this thread about ferrets?

ohh repeating digits

143143

THAT IS A DOUBLE

Ahhh shit

"Just a taste, james," you say as he continues slurping down his gravy. "We both need our breakfast, correct?" Faintly nodding his approval, you get eye level with the yellowed crust flake on his toe. "An appetizer," you say. James eyes light up and he inquires, "where?" Ignoring him, you slide the tip of your tongue up the edge of the flake - a small piece breaks off and becomes soggy. Swallowing it, you tilt your head to the left and align your bottom teeth under the crust, moving slightly forward and shaving off the whole piece. "Mm," James grunts as the flake slides into your mouth, the oniony piece turning spongy. You swallow, but with an audible gulp - as large as it is, it didn't go down easy. "Now for the main course," you say wryly. James' beady eyes dart all over the room past his plate of gravy, looking for a fuller meal. Holding your nose up to the fold of his legs you take a deep smell all the way into your core. Cheese, mayonnaise and the smell of full rot enter your lungs. You gag, but you will not be denied your feast. Taking one of the leg pustules into your mouth, you bite down hard - thick, yellow pus shoots into your throat and strikes your uvula. With the taste of pure rot, your gag helps the half mouthful of disease get down your throat and into your stomach. This feels wonderful, as you haven't eaten in a full day. Finally you pull apart the crux of his legs to reveal half an inch of incredibly thick paste lining the folds. "Laygs" was yelped from the corpulent James, but you barely notice. Sliding a finger across the goop, you happily place your now heavier finger into your mouth and suckle the sour paste down. No longer can you help it and you go hog wild, drinking mouthfuls of what used to be skin and fat down your hungry throat. Stomach full and picking your teeth of bits of stringy flesh, you kiss James deeply through the remnants of sausage and gravy lining his lips. Falling asleep on his huge fatpad, stomach full, well, today was bliss.

this makes me want to fucking kill myself every time i see it

Haven't read this one before.

it goes well with the picture above

also check em

get while gettin is good