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post 'em if you got 'em
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munch, a word on your obsession with niggercocks if you may?
you post about them a lot on your discord

Your fortune: Reply hazy, try again
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I used to masturbate onto birds at a local park. Not a thing that I'm particularly proud of but I became quite good at it. I was taking zinc supplements so I was shooting massive loads and it became something of a sport to me. For anyone interested here is your best strategy. first, you need to find an isolated spot so you don't become a sex offender. I found a short kind of channel area where I saw the pigeons would congregate.

Next, you arouse yourself. I was usually content with envisioning the occasional jogging lady coming over and taking a shit on my chest and that was enough to fuel the fire but if you're not as sexually charged as me just take some porn on the go. After you're good an horny, you get some bread. My pigeons preferred white bread but healthier birds might have a taste for honey wheat or maybe even multigrain. Fat, unhealthy birds are slower and easier to hit so remember that.

Once you are seated on the bench and ready to do the deed, whip your roosevelt out and scatter bread out within a few feet of you. use your judgement based on how far you know you can cum. I was a lonely and depraved soul who could hit targets the size of a thimble at distances up to 4 feet. You wait for the pigeons to begin eating and to get comfortable with your presence. At this point, you want to coo gently and talk sensually to them to gain their trust. Now you're finally ready to cum on your bird. This is a tough part because the rapid motion of masturbation is very frightening to the birds, so you have to be subtle. Once you master a technique, you simply wind it up and let it go, aiming depending on your past cumming experiences. I always came high so I would aim for the neck of the bird and catch it right in the face. It's an extremely satisfying and erotic feeling, seeing those birds reel around covered in cum and maybe even transporting it to other places in the city.


Your fortune: Godly Luck
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>>9941600
In 1971, Michel Foucault published a lengthy critique of any enterprise that aimed to attain historical truth by uncovering its elemental beginnings.

“History,” he wrote, quoting Nietzsche, teaches how to laugh at the solemnities of the origin. The lofty origin is no more than “a metaphysical extension which arises from the belief that things are most precious and essential at the moment of birth.”

This is a perverse fantasy, Foucault believed. Actual historical origins were neither beautiful nor ultimately very significant. A true student of the past, he argued, must grapple primarily with “the events of history, its jolts, its surprises, its unsteady victories and unpalatable defeats—the basis of all beginnings, atavisms, and heredities.” Against the idea of either a glorious or a deterministic starting point, Foucault urged an approach to the past that emphasized turbulence over continuity:

History is the concrete body of a development, with its moments of intensity, its lapses, its extended periods of feverish agitation, its fainting spells; and only a metaphysician would seek its soul in the distant ideality of the origin.

Whatever birthday it chooses to commemorate, origins-obsessed history faces a debilitating intellectual problem: it cannot explain historical change.

Your fortune: Good Luck
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>>9941616
>Michel Fuck All
gay
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>>9941644
two same numbers!
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I can feel it cumming in my ass tonight, (Oh lord)
And I've been waiting for this penis, for all my life, (Oh lord)
Can you feel it cumming in my ass tonight, oh lord, (Oh lord)
Well, if you told me you were sounding
I would not lend a fuck
I've fucked your ass before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two balls
So you can lick off that cum, I know where you've been
It's all been some saggy tits.
And I can feel it cumming in my ass tonight, (Oh lord)
Well I've been waiting for this penis for all my life, (Oh lord)
I can feel it coming in my ass, oh lord
Well I've been waiting for this penis for all my life oh Lord, (Oh Lord)
Well I remember, I remember don't worry
How you could torture my balls
It's the first time, the last time we ever sex
But I know the reason why you keep these balls upset
No you don't fuck me
The sperm doesn't show, but the dick still grows
It's no stranger to cock and balls
I can feel it cumming in my ass tonight, Oh lord
Well I've been waiting for this penis for all my life, (Oh lord)
I can feel it in my ass so tight, oh lord, (Oh lord)
Well I've been waiting for this penis for all my life, Oh lord
I can feel it cumming in my ass tonight, Oh lord
And I've been waiting for this penis for all my life, Oh lord
I can feel it in my ass so tight, oh lord, (Oh lord, Oh lord)
Well I've been waiting for this penis for all my life, oh lord, (Oh lord)
I can feel it in my ass so tight, Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
Well I've been waiting for this penis all my life, oh Lord, Lord.
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Get
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It’s been way too long since I’ve had some beef ramen I could really go for that right now some warm salty beef noodles with a little butter. Thanks esfores!
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>>9941655
two same numbers!
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The Mac is an majestic tower at sunset, hoarding scarlet from the setting sun. No apertures mar its austere beauty, and clouds of birds spiral around it, falling upward like scattering leaves.
Windows is an aging geisha with honeyed lips and lilac tongue, whispering her delights to you with hushed voice a melody of clear song. She coyly blinks as if you were her first, but many before have discovered the secrets that lie beneath her kimono.
Linux is a sheet of ice at the bottom of a jade vase. It is a whisper between the chirpings of crickets. It is the sunlight behind a gauzy cloud. It is a pearl nestled in the snow.

Your fortune: Bad Luck
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>>9941646
Tym8
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>>9941677
This dub getter triple partitions.
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I can see the face, crinkled and wrinkled beyond care, hidden between milky white thighs, drowning in a sea of flavor. Nothing to say, no place to run. Because once the tongue hit the slipperly slopes, slightly gummy, worn from days of running without care. Like a scarf when your afghan's broken, cold swipes the tongue again and again, no passion in it, feasting on the overt nature of the arithmetic massage, heightening sensory overload. Better this way, tongue twisting within a save surrounded by electric eels, stinging and never quite coming to an end, your friend writhing above you, this chance to entrance carbon fiber strings to heartbeats, this, the moment to solidify remorse to umbral fear and take what can be taken until tongue switch slips and dances upon the tits of some other lipsticked bitch who found herself stepping, two clops short of a gallop, into the arms of the affectionate urchin, suckling and slurping to remoulade shower screams and hissing dreams that countlessly wave the shore to smithereens.
>tfw the pussy taste like seaweed

Your fortune: You will meet a dark handsome stranger
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I don't have a copy pasta
sorry
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check my trips mothefucker
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Tl;dr
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>>9941777
Holy shit
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>>9941822
two same numbers!
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>>9941777
Nice trips!!!but wut?!?! motherfucker?!?!
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
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>>9941600
You will never be a real nigga. You have no melanin, you have no opps, you have no drip. You are a headass cracka twisted by drugs and gang shit into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “homies” laugh at your ghoulish skin behind closed doors.

Hood niggas are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed niggas to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even tronkies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a nigga. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy to hang with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he hears your chipmunk ass crakoid vocal signature.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a honky is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably white.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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>>9941611
unchecked dubs
also
> Godly Luck

Your fortune: Good Luck
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WideBorpaSpin
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You will have nothing, but you'll be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Your fortune: Good news will come to you by mail
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>>9941600
unchecked OP dubs
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>>9941600
I DONT WANT TO MARRY

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING A MINOR

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USING MINOR

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USING MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USER MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA AND CAN'T SPEAK ARABIC

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USER MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA AND CAN'T SPEAK ARABIC AND IS A CHRISTIAN

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USER MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA AND CAN'T SPEAK ARABIC AND IS A CHRISTIAN AND JOBLESS

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USER MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA AND CAN'T SPEAK ARABIC AND IS A CHRISTIAN AND JOBLESS WHO USES FUCKING PCI

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USER MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA AND CAN'T SPEAK ARABIC AND IS A CHRISTIAN AND JOBLESS WHO USES FUCKING PCI
AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK عريكة OR SHAWARMA

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USER MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA AND CAN'T SPEAK ARABIC AND IS A CHRISTIAN AND JOBLESS WHO USES FUCKING PCI AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK عريكة OR SHAWARMA AND IS TALLER THAN ME

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USER MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA AND CAN'T SPEAK ARABIC AND IS A CHRISTIAN AND JOBLESS WHO USES FUCKING PCI AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK عريكة OR SHAWARMA AND IS TALLER THAN ME AND IS WHITE SKINNED

LETS ALONE MARRY A MAN WHO IS A FUCKING DISCORD USER MINOR THAT LIVES IN FUCKING AMERICA AND CAN'T SPEAK ARABIC AND IS A CHRISTIAN AND JOBLESS WHO USES FUCKING PCI AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK عريكة OR SHAWARMA AND IS TALLER THAN ME AND IS WHITE SKINNED AND ALSO DOESNT HAVE RAT EARS
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did you girls know infrasound (sound so low in frequency humans cant hear it) can trigger nerve endings in the brain. and if you project regular audio onto an infrasound beam you can project that audio like a flashlight projects light but that can stretch for miles.

yes indeed, it has for just over 20 years been theoretically possible to remote control another human being with sound from a satellite in space, and you heard it here first.

Your fortune: Good Luck
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Greetings. My name is Patrick Bateman™, and I have contacted you for important matters.

I have taken notice to your post It is of high quality™, but it's not the contents of the post that I'm interested by, it's the post-number.

Your post-number is unlike any other that I've ever seen. It is unique, as no other will ever obtain your distinct strand of numbers, but that is not the only unique thing about it.

Look at the numbers at the very end. Take a close look at them, and you might even realize it, too. Your post-number has ended in repeating digits, that is why I am contacting you.

I don't want to seem like a bother, as I understand that you're very busy crafting hundreds of quality™ posts such as the one I am replying to, but this is a matter more important than posts. It's a matter of life and death.

Here on [s4s], it is the most important rule of all that repeating digits much be checked and kek'd, that is why I am contacting you. I am here to check and kek your repeating digits for it is a matter of religious importance

So, after all this patience and discussion I will now check your repeating digits Here I go: #Checked

Now that your repeating digits have been checked by me, it is now time for me to leave I cannot spend all day checking your repeating digits, no matter how much I love them The reason? More digits must be checked.
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>>9941600
You tried to run me through hold on think again don't you know what you're starting but you sure ain't got a clue how bad this would go don't you know know my art (art of war) and as you look to the horizon not a cloud but then stormy weather's got you cold seems like it crept up out of nowhere all around you is not quite what you foretold you'll never see it coming you'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes you're done and by the time it's hit you your last surprise think you got your game planned out do it big yet I'm two steps ahead yeah so step into my way stand out it's a trap one more step and you're dead (yeah you're dead) why just a picosecond ago clear blue skies but now lightning strikes your last resolve it's not an accident that no one hears your cries as your last strength seems to dissolve you'll never see it coming you'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes you're done and by the time it's hit you your last surprise I'm coming for you my game's always so fast so fine you're spun in by the net you didn't capture in time better think about your game are you sure your next move's the right one for you are you sure you won't get outmaneuvered again and again my friend you'll never see it coming you'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes you're done and by the time it's hit you your last surprise I'm coming for you my game's always so fast so fine you're spun in by the net you didn't capture in time.
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>>9942955
unchecked, of course...
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>>9942739
at the end it shouldve said "there is no turning black" lole



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