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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: AbrahamG on April 24, 2026, 07:20:19 PM
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This made my day. Fuck him and those of his ilk.
https://crooksandliars.com/2026/04/big-game-hunter-trampled-death-elephants
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Hobby hunters, serial killers and pedophiles usually are the same kind of people. Very similar perverts.
(We had lots of murders in the recent years here in Holland and in Germany by psycho hobby hunters. Killing their own family, police officers, neighbors etc etc. Apart from them torturing animals to death just for the fun of it. Mentally ill sickos)
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Agreed.
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This made my day. Fuck him and those of his ilk.
https://crooksandliars.com/2026/04/big-game-hunter-trampled-death-elephants
He fucked around and found out........fucking murderer.
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My personal measure of a man has always been his benevolence towards other animals. If I even so much as think about one of these trophy hunters attempting to harm a beautiful baby lion cub, I am overcome by an incandescent fury that sees me mutate before your very eyes from mild-mannered Barry to a savage beast with the wrathful fire of hell roaring within his breast. I often use it to fuel my workouts, and it's what I attribute my perfect Adonis ratio to. I refer to this particular communion of mind and muscle as "the alchemy of wrath and iron." It's a key feature of The Casserole Program.
This is why I will round-house the bandana off BigRo's head then strip him naked if we ever cross paths: The big stiff hippy claims to have some "special connection" with God and the universe from always wanking in farmer's fields and posing in the lotus position, yet he's stuffing his face with other sentient mammals that just want to see out their short time on Earth without violently ending up on the dinner plate of some bungling muscle-bound doofus.
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My personal measure of a man has always been his benevolence towards other animals. If I even so much as think about one of these trophy hunters attempting to harm a beautiful baby lion cub, I am overcome by an incandescent fury that sees me mutate before your very eyes from mild-mannered Barry to a savage beast with the wrathful fire of hell roaring within his breast. I often use it to fuel my workouts, and it's what I attribute my perfect Adonis ratio to. I refer to this particular communion of mind and muscle as "the alchemy of wrath and iron." It's a key feature of The Casserole Program.
This is why I will round-house the bandana off BigRo's head then strip him naked if we ever cross paths: The big stiff hippy claims to have some "special connection" with God and the universe from always wanking in farmer's fields and posing in the lotus position, yet he's stuffing his face with other sentient mammals that just want to see out their short time on Earth without violently ending up on the dinner plate of some bungling muscle-bound doofus.
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Keep up your awesomeness, Barry!
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This and "sports" where animals are hurt (bull fighting and rodeos), absolutely detest me. There is nothing more magnificent than seeing videos or reading articles where the animals came out on top.
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I hope it wasn't quick and that unimaginable pain and suffering was involved.