I heard China aborts 25% of female babies. That's a lot of dead 3-year-old gender-affirmed girls.
Remember kids.
Killing an AISH worker is a victimless crime.
If you’re ever bored, punch an orphan. What are they gonna do, tell their parents?
If you're ever bored, hit an orphan. What are they gonna do? Tell their parents?
Abortion is not a joke.
Why can orphans convert to Catholicism? Because Catholics believe in no sex before marriage.
Bully: Gina, why are you such a whore?
Gina: Because they hit me on the butt!
Bully: Yes, that must be cute!
Gina: Hmmm...
Gina: Do you want???
Bully: 😍😍😍... sexy ass!
Bully 🖐🏻🍑
Gina😊
"Stop, that's mean! You're making fun of people with Down syndrome!"
How do you turn rape into no rape? Steal her bank details for money transfer.
If you're ever bored just fuck some orphans, what are they gonna do, tell their parents?
Why is it OK to hit an orphan?
Because they can’t tell their parents.
What is the difference between a human and the human rights act, a tree house, and a human being?
Carly: Hey do [you] want to have sex? [Age] (43)
Zina: No! [Age] (10)
Carly: Good cause I can make you do it anyway! [Age] (43)
What do you spot in this place that [is] gay!
Jakob's life.
Paedophiles are f***ing immature assholes.
Stop the orphan jokes!
How did Helen Keller get punished?
Her parents gave her a bomb and told her to eat it.
Stop doing these orphan jokes, please, Rob.
Bro, wait, are cannibals real, though?
Anyway, my joke is if you eat yourself, are you a cannibal?
Think about it, lol. Haha.
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.
For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.
Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.
For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?
Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.
Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.
For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.
So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.
