The Chronicles Of Bloodthirsty Pussy

how to get away with islamic concetration camps

with the entirety of north korea under my control, i teleport my entire army with my period blood into china. the land of genocide, human rights violations, child labour, my new home. my soon-to-be murdered home xi jinping is a descendant of huang da-lan.

yeah that shit don't mean anything i just said that to make him sound cool. truth is, this motherfucker is a fucking loser, i caught him reading The Exploits of Her and Her Posse the other bush wacking day.

he's tryna get on my good side but as he turned to the chapter of him turning to the chapter as i killed him in the blink of an eye knowing that he was going to turn to the chapter as i killed him in the blink of an eye i killed him in the blink of an eye. you following?

so he's dead, but the CCP have a lot of other elite electro bourgeoisie buck tooth brain bitchin' toaster-in-bath fucking wrist slitting cowboy picking show stopping car chasing muslim capturing cunts i need to fry. so i call a meeting with all these fuckheads in the voice of xi himself.

two days later, every authoritarian in this bush wackin' party was at the table. so my natural instinct was to drop their leader straight onto the table. the leeching long legged limp wristed walk talkin' pussy muchin' dick twisting tux wearing motherfucking were panicking at the table so i took one swing of my hanzo sword and killed all these fuck boxing lawyer hopping world stopping terrorist organising fbi kahootsing cunts. heads flew straight off and my pussy absorbed every bit of blood and semen. wasn't as tasteful as i thought, left a strange sensation int be back of my fellopian tube.

there's still more i need to do, this country does have a serious issue with overpopulation. so i brought down hela, god of death, daughter of odin down to come and deal with five hundred million of these innocent lives. she prioritised the muslims and children, i rolled my eyes, what else can i expect from this bitch, when she was done, i paid her in oral pleasure. let's just say she's coming back for seconds. my sweat box fuck box but not totally inclined to fart box vagina needed a good feeding so i vacuumed all of the innocent bodies of china into my wood chipper minge and enjoyed the feast of a fucking lifetime. nothing will ever top that privilege of a meal. or will it.... or will i enjoy a better meal.... or will i never enjoy such a joyful meal again.... or will walk.... or will i talk.... or will i run.... side note i walked so these scally wagging fanfic writing pakis could run OKAY? okay comprende yes

i called out to the one billion people of china and freed the muslims from their camps and the children from their work. and BOOM the economy crashed and society went completely manic. fuck it oh well as long as i'm in control i am content.