maybe i'll visit australia again some day

idk

cause that shit is rich as fuck. so u can only eat some tiny piece

and you get a million pieces from one cake

i would eat the entire thing in one sitting

since american

^

Tbh

atta kid

They hate us for our portions

u ever had pound cake

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had it once when I was like 12 but holy shit

They hate our obesity

dey hate me 4 my gravy

🍟 🍕 🌮 🍧 🍨 🍰 🍩

I used to love pound cake

will a civil war actually happen if trump is assassinated/impeached

i bet not

most of you fuckers won't do anything

nah but we are fucking up some cakes fam that's for sure

rofl

Why, do you have a source for MG42s and Panzershrecks?

@here if any a yall still awake

Welcome @ARA1788 - one of the leaders of the Australian Alt Right.

@ARA1788 Hail

Gday

Will be more active later fam, just buying a house with the 3d

Good luck bro!

Family time soon

Hordes of dingo pups

Aaayyy 👍🏻

Scouring the earth armed with broken VB bottles and ciggies

Haha

Yo Shuff

get in the chat @Odalman Bro !

I haven't slept yet sooo, I'm off to bed. Good night goys

Night Bro !

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" It was a quiet, still day with no wind and partial gray overcast. Walter continued to give me indications that the field should be below us but in the overcast and haze, I couldn’t see it. The longer we continued to peer out the window and circle, the slower we got. With our power back, the awaiting cadets heard nothing. I must have had good instructors in my flying career, as something told me I better cross-check the gauges. As I noticed the airspeed indicator slide below 160 knots, my heart stopped and my adrenalin-filled left hand pushed two throttles full forward. At this point we weren’t really flying, but were falling in a slight bank. Just at the moment that both afterburners lit with a thunderous roar of flame (and what a joyous feeling that was) the aircraft fell into full view of the shocked observers on the tower. Shattering the still quiet of that morning, they now had 107 feet of fire-breathing titanium in their face as the plane levelled and accelerated, in full burner, on the tower side of the infield, closer than expected, maintaining what could only be described as some sort of ultimate knife-edge pass."