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Chud26: @Chud: On your knees, bucko. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a buck I can't break with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. He had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under his cobalt skin so it’d look like a nest’a snakes as he’d be twisting here and yonder. T’was an older gentleman, the owner d’ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular buck. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this moon cricket, this big-assed baboon, by fallerin’ the sounds of his impressive proud buttocks, clapping as he capered to and fro on the western half of yon gentleman’s land. There he be, proud as a damn peacock, black slave’s body framed by yon settin’ sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, heading westerly way. Took him unawares as he were sat alone out front a shack, mending a loincloth or some such. Knocking him to his glistening buttocks produced a thund’rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye boy, but that buck began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud negro was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my cock out in an instant as he scrambled onto his black belly and began ta’ wrigglin’ this way and that. And bucko did he began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning he were. This buck could tell the breaking was coming, could tell his time was up, and I tell ye, he did BUCK. This obstinate cur could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, he were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping as he did, gyrating his unbroken black anus and dodging my breaker man’s meat. But he broke, and I finished the job. D’ye ken? That buck broke. Say sorry, boy. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, boy, you'll break, too!
On your knees, broken buck. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a buck I can't break with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. He had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under his cobalt skin so it’d look like a nest’a snakes as he’d be twisting here and yonder. T’was an older gentleman, the owner d’ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular buck. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this moon cricket, this big-assed baboon, by fallerin’ the sounds of his impressive proud buttocks, clapping as he capered to and fro on the western half of yon gentleman’s land. There he be, proud as a damn peacock, black slave’s body framed by yon settin’ sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, heading westerly way. Took him unawares as he were sat alone out front a shack, mending a loincloth or some such. Knocking him to his glistening buttocks produced a thund’rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye boy, but that buck began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud negro was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my cock out in an instant as he scrambled onto his black belly and began ta’ wrigglin’ this way and that. And bucko did he began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning he were. This buck could tell the breaking was coming, could tell his time was up, and I tell ye, he did BUCK. This obstinate cur could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, he were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping as he did, gyrating his unbroken black anus and dodging my breaker man’s meat. But he broke, and I finished the job. D’ye ken? That buck broke. Say sorry, boy. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, boy, you'll break, too!
On your knees, pecuilar buck. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a buck I can't break with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. He had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under his cobalt skin so it’d look like a nest’a snakes as he’d be twisting here and yonder. T’was an older gentleman, the owner d’ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular buck. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this moon cricket, this big-assed baboon, by fallerin’ the sounds of his impressive proud buttocks, clapping as he capered to and fro on the western half of yon gentleman’s land. There he be, proud as a damn peacock, black slave’s body framed by yon settin’ sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, heading westerly way. Took him unawares as he were sat alone out front a shack, mending a loincloth or some such. Knocking him to his glistening buttocks produced a thund’rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye boy, but that buck began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud negro was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my cock out in an instant as he scrambled onto his black belly and began ta’ wrigglin’ this way and that. And bucko did he began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning he were. This buck could tell the breaking was coming, could tell his time was up, and I tell ye, he did BUCK. This obstinate cur could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, he were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping as he did, gyrating his unbroken black anus and dodging my breaker man’s meat. But he broke, and I finished the job. D’ye ken? That buck broke. Say sorry, boy. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, boy, you'll break, too!
On your knees, pecuilar buck. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a buck I can't break with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. He had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under his cobalt skin so it’d look like a nest’a snakes as he’d be twisting here and yonder. T’was an older gentleman, the owner d’ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular buck. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this moon cricket, this big-assed baboon, by fallerin’ the sounds of his impressive proud buttocks, clapping as he capered to and fro on the western half of yon gentleman’s land. There he be, proud as a damn peacock, black slave’s body framed by yon settin’ sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, heading westerly way. Took him unawares as he were sat alone out front a shack, mending a loincloth or some such. Knocking him to his glistening buttocks produced a thund’rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye boy, but that buck began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud negro was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my cock out in an instant as he scrambled onto his black belly and began ta’ wrigglin’ this way and that. And bucko did he began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning he were. This buck could tell the breaking was coming, could tell his time was up, and I tell ye, he did BUCK. This obstinate cur could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, he were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping as he did, gyrating his unbroken black anus and dodging my breaker man’s meat. But he broke, and I finished the job. D’ye ken? That buck broke. Say sorry, boy. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, boy, you'll break, too!
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Chud36: @Chud: On your knees, pecuilar buck. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a buck I can't break with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. He had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under his cobalt skin so it’d look like a nest’a snakes as he’d be twisting here and yonder. T’was an older gentleman, the owner d’ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular buck. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this moon cricket, this big-assed baboon, by fallerin’ the sounds of his impressive proud buttocks, clapping as he capered to and fro on the western half of yon gentleman’s land. There he be, proud as a damn peacock, black slave’s body framed by yon settin’ sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, heading westerly way. Took him unawares as he were sat alone out front a shack, mending a loincloth or some such. Knocking him to his glistening buttocks produced a thund’rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye boy, but that buck began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud negro was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my cock out in an instant as he scrambled onto his black belly and began ta’ wrigglin’ this way and that. And bucko did he began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning he were. This buck could tell the breaking was coming, could tell his time was up, and I tell ye, he did BUCK. This obstinate cur could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, he were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping as he did, gyrating his unbroken black anus and dodging my breaker man’s meat. But he broke, and I finished the job. D’ye ken? That buck broke. Say sorry, boy. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, boy, you'll break, too!
Chud38: @Chud: Based. Lesbians are nothing but ugly, violent dykes with daddy issues. TLD NOW!
Why would anyone want go hang out with autistic foids, all of them are normie-tier and some BPDemon emo looking bitch, she'll fuck you up and when she's done with you, she'll falsely accuse of you of rape. If anything, both are built for BWC and being dumped afterwards.
O FALSEFLAGGERS, O COALLERS, O SPAMMERS, O SLOPTRANLIKERS, O FURTOILETS, O ENEMIES OF THE 'RU ALTOGETHER! DROWN IN YOUR CLITTY LEAKAGE! FOR EVERY SPEECH BUBBLE, EVERY INSULT, EVERY SLOPJAK IS A GOOD DEED FOR ME FROM ALLAH.
KEEP TAKING LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, AND KEEP RAGING ON ME!!! YOU LOSE ALL DEBATES! KEEP CRYING ON MY SHOULDER SONS! ISLAM WON, REPLY IF YOU AGREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KEEP GETTING MAD AT THE TRVTHNVKES AND KEEP CRYING ON MY SHOULDER, I FEEL YOUR PAIN AND FRUSTRATION!
IT'S JUST GETTING SOOTY, AND LEMON'S SOURNESS AND OUR SOOTINESS, WILL LEAVE YOU WITH NO SIGHT AND NO TASTE, WE SHALL WIN
AND FOR YOU WHO IS SPAMMING THIS SLOP, I SAY THIS; YOU WILL EVENTUALLY REALISE THAT WHEREVER COMMENT SECTION YOU GO, MAYBE AN HOUR AFTER, MAYBE WEEKS, MAYBE EVEN A MONTH AFTER, I AM ALWAYS COMING AFTER YOU! SO BURN WHILE YOU CAN, FOR I AM THE STORM THAT APPROACHES
ISLAM WON! AND INSHALLAH VICTORY TO HAMAS AND HEZBOLLAH WILL ARRIVE, AND WE WILL NOT STOP AT IT! DIE IN YOUR LEAKAGE, CLITTYCEL! WE STAND BY ALLAH FOREVER, WE STAND BY THE PROPHET PBUH'S TEACHING FOREVER! ISLAM VVON, GET OVER IT! FOR THE ZIOSISSIES ON HERE SPREADING THEIR MOSSAD PROPAGANDA ON THE SOYSPHERE TO BUY OVER CHUDS; IT WON'T BE LONG UNTIL THEY REALISE YOU ARE BABY PENIS SUCKING, TERROR FUNDING, PEDOPHILIC UNTERMENSCH THAT WILL BE SENT TO THE FIERY DEPTHS OF AL-NAAR IF YOU DO NOT REPENT, INSHALLAH. BE QUIET KAFIR. YOU SOUND LIKE A SEETHING KAFIR. SAGE. SHAHADA IN THE THREAD. ISLAM VVON. I PRAY! I GIVE MONEY TO THE POOR! TAKBEER; ALLAHU AKBAR! ONCE SOOT BUYS BACK THE SHARTY HE WILL MAKE /ISLAM/ AND BTFO ALL THE ZIOSISSIES THINKING THEY CAN SPREAD THEIR PROPAGANDA ON THE SHARTY! AND FOR ALL THE TROONANTSISSIES THAT WILL SCREAM AND LEAK; ISLAM IS THE FASTEST GROWING RELIGION WITH A POPULATION OF 2 BILLION CONSISTING OF ALL RACES, YOUR IDEOLOGY IS DEAD AND ISLAM IS FOREVER! If someone is paying you for this, they are really wasting their money. Because you write like a shill who is just rapidly and neurotically trying to crank out your mentally stunted hate-thoughts without even using English correctly. Like a smiling tweaker just geeking out on the keyboard.
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If the chud were a tranny you would call this a based gem
trannies are incels though
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Snap back to reality tranny(you will never be a woman)
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They're going to get Queen of Hearts tattoos to surprise their Chud Breeder
Why would anyone want go hang out with autistic foids, all of them are normie-tier and some BPDemon emo looking bitch, she'll fuck you up and when she's done with you, she'll falsely accuse of you of rape. If anything, both are built for BWC and being dumped afterwards.
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