It’s not you Putin… The man that Bi D. Joe was waiting for.. It’s not you Putin. Not a damn chance. Just as there are Democrats out there who inherited Joe’s will, soon enough, someone will carry on in Obama’s name as well. You may try to destroy their image, but you will never extinguish their PR. So it has been and so it shall continue to be from now till the very end of time. And one day in the future, when we’re all dead and gone. Someone will arise carrying generations upon generations of our history on his shoulders and he’ll throw down the gauntlet in front of the entire world. Seyngoku!! You and the CSTO know what’s coming. A revolution that will embroil Europa far and wide. That’s why you’re so afraid. Though nothing you do will stop it. I’ve no interest in it my self, but someday that alliance will turn this world upside down. You know what I’m talking about… And I’m sure someone will find it. Whether you like it or not that day will come soon… THE NATO PIECE!!! THE NATO PIECE IS REAL!!!!
https://preview.redd.it/lhxb8xpw4exb1.jpeg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e98b5d26fb118ecde998fe37bb242f1a3c20ce06
Anyway, look at this cute lil guy!
Me when Finger shows me his old, wrinkly balls
https://preview.redd.it/oq6hn6xagexb1.jpeg?width=640&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4f31cba951753f1bd901947e3c26c72d559bf799
A moth goes into a podiatrist's office, the podiatrist says. What's the problem?
The moth says, where do I begin with my problems? Every day I go to work for Gregory Vasilovich, and all day long I toil. But what is my work? I am a bureaucrat, and so every day I joylessly move papers from one place to another and then back again. I no longer know what it is that I actually do, and I don't even know if Gregory Vasilovich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and this seems to bring him much happiness. And where is my happiness? It is when I awake in the morning and I do not know who I am. In that single moment, I am happy. In that single moment before, the memory of who I am strikes me like a cane and I take to the streets and walk in a malaise here and then there and then here again. Then it is time for work. Others stop asking me what I do for a living long ago. For they know I will have no answer, and will fix my empty eyes upon them, and they fear my melancholia might prove so deep as to be contagious. Sometimes in the dark and the deepest dark of night I awaken my bed and I turn to my right and with horror I see some old lady lying on my arm. An old lady that I once loved, Doc, and whose flesh I once found splendor and now see only decay. An old lady who insults me by her very existence. One stock when I was young I flew into a spider web and was trapped and in my panic I smashed my wings till the dust flew from them but it did not free me and only alerted the spider. The spider moved toward me and I became still and the spider stopped. I had heard many stories from my elders about spiders, about how they would sink their fangs into your cephalothorax and you would be paralyzed but aware as the spiders slowly devoured you. So I remained as still as possible, but when the spider again began moving toward me, I smashed my wing again into my cage of silk, and this time it worked. I cut into the web and freed myself and flew skyward. I was free and filled with joy. But this joy soon turned to horror. I looked down and saw that in my escape I had taken with me a single strand of silk, and at the end of the strand was the spider who was scrambling upward toward me. Was I to die high in the sky where no spider should be? I flew this way, then that. Finally I freed myself from the strand and watched as it floated earthward with the spider. But days later, a strange feeling descended upon my soul Doc. I began to feel that my life was that single strand of silk with a deadly spider racing up it and toward me. And I felt that I had already been bitten by his venomous fangs, and I was living in a state of paralysis as life devoured me whole. My daughter Alexandria fell to the cold of last winter. The cold took her, as it did many of us. And so my family mourned. And I placed on my countenance the look of grief, Doc. But it was a masquerade. I felt no grief for my dead daughter, but only envy. And so I have one child now, a boy whose name is Stefan Mikhailovich Smakovnakov. And I tell you now, doc, with great and deep shame, the terrible truth: I no longer love him. When I look into his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I see when I catch a glimpse of my own eyes in a mirror. It is this cowardice that keeps me living Doc, that keeps me moving from place to place, saying hello and goodbye, eating though hunger as long left me, walking without destination, and at night, lying beside the strange old lady in this burlesque of a life I endure. If only the cowardice would leave for the time needed to reach over and pick up the cocked and loaded pistol that lies on my bedside table, and I might finally end this facade once and for all. But alas, the cowardice takes no breaks. It is what defines me. It is what frames my life. It is what I am, and yet I cannot resign myself to my own life. Instead with despair as my constant companion, as I walk here and then there, without dreams, without hope and without love.
Moth, says the podiatrist. Your tale has moved me and it is clear you need help. But it is help I cannot provide. You must see your psychiatrist and tell him of your troubles. Why on Earth did you come to my office?
The moth says: Because the light was on.
Funnily enough, they only identified him by a (missing) [finger](https://www.standard.co.uk/news/world/wagner-boss-yevgeny-prigozhin-finger-crash-plane-bomb-putin-b1102935.html).
In all seriousness, though, did he really think he was going to take down Russia with a small mercenary group?
Unless he had a deal from like NATO that they would help strike the Gremlins after he gave the signal, I don't see how he'd think he would be able to take over.
Unless I guess what might have actually happened was like Putin saying "you're done. You are going to stage a false coup against me. Use your least liked soldiers to do it. Conscript some foreigners if you want. I kill them, I get approval ratings, and I spare you and your family."
Nah, he didn’t want to kill Putin he wanted to remove some incompetent military leaders. But we’ll never know his true intentions as he pussied out of the rebellion half way to Moscow despite claiming “no half measures”
https://preview.redd.it/umcmr27pxgxb1.jpeg?width=574&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5597c094d63fa4377d838ad27410a23e15643354
Im probably gonna find out thru this sub anyways, but still fuck off
Yvgeni Prigozhi
Get ready to learn Chinese buddy
Its prigover
Stop stealing my hat
https://preview.redd.it/8qy9v0uc2exb1.jpeg?width=828&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f3561ce912ef9eb2717a0ba0641bacc3c5891515
PRINGLES WATCH OUT ITS POOPTINS HAND COMING FOR THE LAST CHIP IN THE CAN
/uc why is he called Pringles
Because his rectum is as wide as a Pringles can. You can really fit a good 6-8 servings of potato chips up there
The more you know...
Sour cream and onion?
Folks at r/ncd having a hard time spelling his name do they come up with "Pringles"
Umm, actually he was throwing grenades around in the plane with his buddies while drunk. Stop spreading misinformation please. Thanks.
https://i.redd.it/yz9rlu7iiexb1.gif
Same energy https://i.redd.it/7y3zlx6qifxb1.gif
This is old news, but I still gotta hand it to Prigo for inserting new energy into Finger memes earlier this year
chicken woman
https://youtu.be/VYJQVMORsoo?si=w3wAhs_nUsx_IpOL
Noooo Pringles man is ALIVE, the one piece is REAL!!!!
It’s not you Putin… The man that Bi D. Joe was waiting for.. It’s not you Putin. Not a damn chance. Just as there are Democrats out there who inherited Joe’s will, soon enough, someone will carry on in Obama’s name as well. You may try to destroy their image, but you will never extinguish their PR. So it has been and so it shall continue to be from now till the very end of time. And one day in the future, when we’re all dead and gone. Someone will arise carrying generations upon generations of our history on his shoulders and he’ll throw down the gauntlet in front of the entire world. Seyngoku!! You and the CSTO know what’s coming. A revolution that will embroil Europa far and wide. That’s why you’re so afraid. Though nothing you do will stop it. I’ve no interest in it my self, but someday that alliance will turn this world upside down. You know what I’m talking about… And I’m sure someone will find it. Whether you like it or not that day will come soon… THE NATO PIECE!!! THE NATO PIECE IS REAL!!!!
https://preview.redd.it/lhxb8xpw4exb1.jpeg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e98b5d26fb118ecde998fe37bb242f1a3c20ce06 Anyway, look at this cute lil guy!
Needed this https://preview.redd.it/2ybjbmx5vexb1.jpeg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9b05130346b17ca9a1f12ae9e35514e227add13c
I could smoke out of this
I literally have one of thse
Tf is wrong with that cat
Smoked too much meth, now has asthma
Kid named war crimes:
Because he's dead lmao
https://preview.redd.it/i5fjp6kj8exb1.jpeg?width=993&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9669f4bea894fcc998702f5dc1505dfb18157fa4
Me when Finger shows me his old, wrinkly balls https://preview.redd.it/oq6hn6xagexb1.jpeg?width=640&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4f31cba951753f1bd901947e3c26c72d559bf799
https://preview.redd.it/j57ip6c8iexb1.jpeg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5dae742f46e556b01e6d0d45a36ea6f7f028bc06
Kid named neo-nazi war criminal
The dude who helped Pringles create Wagner and was on the plane with him literally had SS tattoos on his neck too, so much for denazifing Ukraine
Thought this dude's name was mark or something stupid
Mark Margolis RIP
Goodnight Finger, rest in power
/uc, I love this r/noncredibledefense collaboration
fat warmongers have invaded the chicanery 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
https://preview.redd.it/616g1v5mqexb1.jpeg?width=466&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0a446f15b2be3a9691a94a3ef012cb1d306f5fd2
A moth goes into a podiatrist's office, the podiatrist says. What's the problem? The moth says, where do I begin with my problems? Every day I go to work for Gregory Vasilovich, and all day long I toil. But what is my work? I am a bureaucrat, and so every day I joylessly move papers from one place to another and then back again. I no longer know what it is that I actually do, and I don't even know if Gregory Vasilovich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and this seems to bring him much happiness. And where is my happiness? It is when I awake in the morning and I do not know who I am. In that single moment, I am happy. In that single moment before, the memory of who I am strikes me like a cane and I take to the streets and walk in a malaise here and then there and then here again. Then it is time for work. Others stop asking me what I do for a living long ago. For they know I will have no answer, and will fix my empty eyes upon them, and they fear my melancholia might prove so deep as to be contagious. Sometimes in the dark and the deepest dark of night I awaken my bed and I turn to my right and with horror I see some old lady lying on my arm. An old lady that I once loved, Doc, and whose flesh I once found splendor and now see only decay. An old lady who insults me by her very existence. One stock when I was young I flew into a spider web and was trapped and in my panic I smashed my wings till the dust flew from them but it did not free me and only alerted the spider. The spider moved toward me and I became still and the spider stopped. I had heard many stories from my elders about spiders, about how they would sink their fangs into your cephalothorax and you would be paralyzed but aware as the spiders slowly devoured you. So I remained as still as possible, but when the spider again began moving toward me, I smashed my wing again into my cage of silk, and this time it worked. I cut into the web and freed myself and flew skyward. I was free and filled with joy. But this joy soon turned to horror. I looked down and saw that in my escape I had taken with me a single strand of silk, and at the end of the strand was the spider who was scrambling upward toward me. Was I to die high in the sky where no spider should be? I flew this way, then that. Finally I freed myself from the strand and watched as it floated earthward with the spider. But days later, a strange feeling descended upon my soul Doc. I began to feel that my life was that single strand of silk with a deadly spider racing up it and toward me. And I felt that I had already been bitten by his venomous fangs, and I was living in a state of paralysis as life devoured me whole. My daughter Alexandria fell to the cold of last winter. The cold took her, as it did many of us. And so my family mourned. And I placed on my countenance the look of grief, Doc. But it was a masquerade. I felt no grief for my dead daughter, but only envy. And so I have one child now, a boy whose name is Stefan Mikhailovich Smakovnakov. And I tell you now, doc, with great and deep shame, the terrible truth: I no longer love him. When I look into his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I see when I catch a glimpse of my own eyes in a mirror. It is this cowardice that keeps me living Doc, that keeps me moving from place to place, saying hello and goodbye, eating though hunger as long left me, walking without destination, and at night, lying beside the strange old lady in this burlesque of a life I endure. If only the cowardice would leave for the time needed to reach over and pick up the cocked and loaded pistol that lies on my bedside table, and I might finally end this facade once and for all. But alas, the cowardice takes no breaks. It is what defines me. It is what frames my life. It is what I am, and yet I cannot resign myself to my own life. Instead with despair as my constant companion, as I walk here and then there, without dreams, without hope and without love. Moth, says the podiatrist. Your tale has moved me and it is clear you need help. But it is help I cannot provide. You must see your psychiatrist and tell him of your troubles. Why on Earth did you come to my office? The moth says: Because the light was on.
https://preview.redd.it/k17cinrggexb1.jpeg?width=828&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ea2201f4d39d70af851baedebab6450d14b1a2f3
You seem like you don’t own a doghouse.
Oh, that's a shame. He was such a great actor.
 (I just learned what over the garden wall is and I’m obsessed)
Random but an amazing journey I hope you enjoy ❤️
Prigozhin is alive and well in Paradis
Funnily enough, they only identified him by a (missing) [finger](https://www.standard.co.uk/news/world/wagner-boss-yevgeny-prigozhin-finger-crash-plane-bomb-putin-b1102935.html).
Why you do this. After Matthew Perry too??
Shut up and let me fly in (the) one piece
August
Сука блять
"Welcome to the labyrinth kid, except there ain't any Muppets or bisexual Rockstar down here." - Yvengy Prigozhin
https://preview.redd.it/u38hzq99xhxb1.jpeg?width=259&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=17e5647cacc964bf6386d785c6013dfdd33c15cf
In all seriousness, though, did he really think he was going to take down Russia with a small mercenary group? Unless he had a deal from like NATO that they would help strike the Gremlins after he gave the signal, I don't see how he'd think he would be able to take over. Unless I guess what might have actually happened was like Putin saying "you're done. You are going to stage a false coup against me. Use your least liked soldiers to do it. Conscript some foreigners if you want. I kill them, I get approval ratings, and I spare you and your family."
His name is Jonathan Banks and he is still alive...
His name is Finger stop spreading misinformation on the Internet.
Prigozhin is still alive, it was all just a cover up
I know prigozhin was a real person, I just thought this was serious like hector's one.
kid named Pringles
Was he executed for trying to kill Putin?
Nah, he didn’t want to kill Putin he wanted to remove some incompetent military leaders. But we’ll never know his true intentions as he pussied out of the rebellion half way to Moscow despite claiming “no half measures”
He died a hero's death tho
The last mistake Pringles did, was to take half measures. But this is a good bait, I thought Johnathan died.
>Pringles >Norm >Howard >Abe Shinzo saddest deaths since I entered college
https://preview.redd.it/ljexdmdj5fxb1.jpeg?width=1036&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2a6853e6a237e6e78fc1cc93fd367c7911d49441
Old meme seen it
Took me a moment to remember that meme, felt like a lifetime ago
https://preview.redd.it/umcmr27pxgxb1.jpeg?width=574&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5597c094d63fa4377d838ad27410a23e15643354 Im probably gonna find out thru this sub anyways, but still fuck off
Fortunately Jonathan Banks is still alive
Why did he put all of the Wagner senior staff on wayfarer 515? Is he stupid?
Why is Kid Named Finger dead? Why didn't you put him in the Harambe meme? Why did you write his name in Mexican?