WHY WUZ TEH BANT (Contest my ban lounge)

Youre baiting me again?


In the corridors of fate, a tale unfolds,Of two unlikely hearts that fate consoled,Trump, a figure known to many lands,And FrancisK, with gentle, caring hands.
Amid the world's chaotic, wild array,Two souls found something no one could allay,In power's shadow, where ambitions play,A softer, deeper love began to sway.
Trump, with his commanding, brash demeanor,Found in FrancisK a heart that's leaner,A world of steel and gold began to bend,To whispers that only true hearts could send.
FrancisK, a beacon in the night,Brought warmth and tenderness to light,A balance to the storm that Trump could be,A love that even power couldn't flee.
In rooms where deals and secrets often brew,A tender touch, a glance that only grew,Between the duties and the public gaze,A private world where love could blaze.
For every challenge that the world could throw,In FrancisK, Trump found a gentle glow,A love that softened edges, calmed the fire,In each other, they found their true desire.
Through every trial, every stormy gale,Their love, a ship that would prevail,Trump and FrancisK, a bond so rare,A love story that only they could share.
So let the skeptics wonder and surmise,For love can thrive beneath the stormy skies,In FrancisK, Trump found his heart’s true home,A love that in the wildest seas can roam.

By MagooAI


You said my name buddy, I like girls dude let it go..
 
You said my name buddy, I like girls dude let it go..
MagooAI strikes again. Behold my art. This would be even more beautiful with Morgan Freeman voice. Let´s see if I find it. Fucking machines will kill us all.

In a world where destinies align,
Where hearts find peace amid the clamor,
Two souls emerged, a love divine,
FrancisK and Trump, a tale with glamour.

Amidst the trials of a changing age,
Where science and love both seek the truth,
Their hearts entwined on history's stage,
A blend of passion and soothing proof.

For in the shadows of a world in need,
Vaccines emerged, a hope reborn,
And FrancisK with a heart that could lead,
Found in Trump a love that could transform.

Together, they navigated the storm,
Where whispers of hope met power's embrace,
With every challenge, love took form,
In every trial, they found their place.

FrancisK, with tenderness and care,
A beacon in the darkest night,
And Trump, with strength beyond compare,
Together, they brought the world to light.

Through vaccine's promise, a future bright,
They stood as one, unyielding and true,
In each other's arms, they found their might,
A love that in adversity grew.

So let the skeptics watch and ponder,
For love and science forge a path anew,
FrancisK and Trump, a bond that’s fonder,
In their love, a world they’ll pursue.

For in their hearts, a melody plays,
A song of hope, of love and might,
With every heartbeat, their love displays,
A vision pure, a future bright.

FrancisK and Trump, side by side,
In love and vaccines, they confide,
Together, they’ll heal and guide,
In this journey, forever allied.
 
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MagooAI strikes again. Behold my art. This would be even more beautiful with Morgan Freeman voice. Let´s see if I find it. Fucking machines will kill us all.

In a world where destinies align,
Where hearts find peace amid the clamor,
Two souls emerged, a love divine,
FrancisK and Trump, a tale with glamour.

Amidst the trials of a changing age,
Where science and love both seek the truth,
Their hearts entwined on history's stage,
A blend of passion and soothing proof.

For in the shadows of a world in need,
Vaccines emerged, a hope reborn,
And FrancisK with a heart that could lead,
Found in Trump a love that could transform.

Together, they navigated the storm,
Where whispers of hope met power's embrace,
With every challenge, love took form,
In every trial, they found their place.

FrancisK, with tenderness and care,
A beacon in the darkest night,
And Trump, with strength beyond compare,
Together, they brought the world to light.

Through vaccine's promise, a future bright,
They stood as one, unyielding and true,
In each other's arms, they found their might,
A love that in adversity grew.

So let the skeptics watch and ponder,
For love and science forge a path anew,
FrancisK and Trump, a bond that’s fonder,
In their love, a world they’ll pursue.

For in their hearts, a melody plays,
A song of hope, of love and might,
With every heartbeat, their love displays,
A vision pure, a future bright.

FrancisK and Trump, side by side,
In love and vaccines, they confide,
Together, they’ll heal and guide,
In this journey, forever allied.


Haha go home magoo you're drunk
 
This bitch can sing:

Mayte Martín - Manuel​




I only slapped bulls running in a largada. Can´t do bullfighting. Thought about enrolling my kids. But my wife is against it. Listen to her. She is a godess.

Did escrime when I was young. The sword thing. hated it. Helmet was always hot. And you couldn´t see shit. But now that I think of it. It was cool. Escrime. En garde FrancisK.

You protestants have no passion. You like Taylor Swift.
 
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This bitch can sing:

Mayte Martín - Manuel​




I only slapped bulls running in a largada. Can´t do bullfighting. Thought about enrolling my kids. But my wife is against it. Listen to her. She is a godess.

You protestants have no passion. You like Taylor Swift.


Former NCAA div 1 wrestler here bro bro, never played with sticks but sounds fun let's rock!

Strong voice but not really pleasant, kinda like Adele...
 
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Whats your weight? Say it in non jew language. Kilos.

We didn't do kilos this wasn't the Jewlympics, divide it by 2.2.

174 back then with some serious health detriment struggle cutting, I couldn't even imagine myself that skinny now screw that.
 
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Terroir is not just for wine. I might go to Reims this year. Champagne region. There is french cuisine. And the rest. Basque a close second. Than all other shit. Italian, japan, chinese, etc. So much to chose. We have a house in Bretagne region. Try Kouign Amman. In Bretagne they eat butter alone. Without bread. You grab a knife and eat the butter by itself without any side. You can´t recreate french cuisine in US. Because you would have to order the ingredients from France. The french chains send the products frozen. Wherever. They don´t use local ingredients. The products go to the oven. And sold directly.

A college french cafeteria sells better food than michelin. Now everything has a twist. It´s the fag dish with a japanese twist. In a french college cafeteria you eat like a king. For pennies. Real food.

there are some frogs I know from The French Room in the Hotel Adolphus that might disagree with you regarding the authenticity of their food.... They even snuggled foie gras for a while from France to avoid Peta protests.

None the less, I would say that riots, wine and cuisine are the three areas the French excell in...

Unfortunately the muzzies are turning Paris away from their Frankish culture into a bunch of boiled burka frogs.
 
MagooAI strikes again. Behold my art. This would be even more beautiful with Morgan Freeman voice. Let´s see if I find it. Fucking machines will kill us all.

In a world where destinies align,
Where hearts find peace amid the clamor,
Two souls emerged, a love divine,
FrancisK and Trump, a tale with glamour.

Amidst the trials of a changing age,
Where science and love both seek the truth,
Their hearts entwined on history's stage,
A blend of passion and soothing proof.

For in the shadows of a world in need,
Vaccines emerged, a hope reborn,
And FrancisK with a heart that could lead,
Found in Trump a love that could transform.

Together, they navigated the storm,
Where whispers of hope met power's embrace,
With every challenge, love took form,
In every trial, they found their place.

FrancisK, with tenderness and care,
A beacon in the darkest night,
And Trump, with strength beyond compare,
Together, they brought the world to light.

Through vaccine's promise, a future bright,
They stood as one, unyielding and true,
In each other's arms, they found their might,
A love that in adversity grew.

So let the skeptics watch and ponder,
For love and science forge a path anew,
FrancisK and Trump, a bond that’s fonder,
In their love, a world they’ll pursue.

For in their hearts, a melody plays,
A song of hope, of love and might,
With every heartbeat, their love displays,
A vision pure, a future bright.

FrancisK and Trump, side by side,
In love and vaccines, they confide,
Together, they’ll heal and guide,
In this journey, forever allied.


Now I'm begining to think you're copying my previous posts of troll bating and poem making.

While I don't own the property rights to insult via poem... very sus...

And my scampi is definitely still superior
 
We didn't do kilos this wasn't the Jewlympics.

174 back then with some serious health detriment struggle cutting, I couldn't even imagine myself that skinny now screw that.
Ahahahahahahahahah

You´re a baby. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. You already did your nap? Have you drank your baby bottle yet? I´m 130kg. 1,95cm. When I met Roosh I was 95kg. My wife is fattening me. Some time it seems she wants to cook me for christmas. She is like a drug dealer. I want to stop eating. And she offers me food. And if I don´t eat it´s because she thinks cooked bad. So I have to eat. And my mother in law. Even worse. Here´s 5 steaks. Eat them. If you don´t I cry.

Did some BJJ classes (really gay stuff btw) because my knee is not well. Before I did Muay thai and other stuff. Teacher told me. You can continue bjj. But you don´t need this for self defence. But as gays as it is. If you don´t want to fuck up the other guy. It´s quite practical. And wrestler it´s not only technique. They are beasts. But just wrestling is not enough. My 12 year old needs to start in the arts next year.

Was in a shopping mall. I had opened a draw to look for sizes for my kids tshirts. It was those funny tshirts with stuff written in them. The clerk yelled I wasn´t allowed to open the drawer. I was next to her. She wanted to make me an example out of me for the entire store customers. And I told her: Are you retarded? I´m next to you. Why are you shouting. She was hot. And the white knight appeared on his horse. With his fat wife next to him. But he was fit.

Some talk. He made a gesture with his hand for me to lower my voice. I said to myself. I´m sick of hearing this clown. And told him. Shut the fuck up. Time we talk in the parking lot. The guy started running away. But not like walking faster. He ran through the mall. I was thinking what combo I would do to him.
I don´t like to fight with strangers. Because you never know. The guy might look like a wimp. And be a professional of something. Besides knifes. You look to the ears and it´s a sign.

A hairdresser. My kid is cutting his hair. I look at the hairdresser ears. I´m like WTF. An hairdresser with fighters ears? Asked the dude he had trained 20 years BJJ and MT. How could you fucking know? You think a hairdresser is a fag. And he is a beast.

Sorry man but our fight a la Jake Paul vs Tyson won´t work.


I play in guitar and sing this to my wife

Perfidia:



She loves it. Mujer si puedes tu con dios hablar.

Sorry we are not swifties. Vomit.
 
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Ahahahahahahahahah

You´re a baby. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. You already did your nap? Have you drank your baby bottle yet? I´m 130kg. 1,95cm. When I met Roosh I was 95kg. My wife is fattening me. Some time it seems she wants to cook me for christmas. She is like a drug dealer. I want to stop eating. And she offers me food. And if I don´t eat it´s because she thinks cooked bad. So I have to eat. And my mother in law. Even worse. Here´s 5 steaks. Eat them. If you don´t I cry.

Did some BJJ classes (really gay stuff btw) because my knee is not well. Before I did Muay thai and other stuff. Teacher told me. You can continue bjj. But you don´t need this for self defence. But as gays as it is. If you don´t want to fuck up the other guy. It´s quite practical. And wrestler it´s not only technique. They are beasts. But just wrestling is not enough. My 12 year old needs to start in the arts next year.

Was in a shopping mall. A white knight kept talking. I was yelling at a clerk store. I had opened a draw to look for sizes for my kids tshirts. It was those funny tshirts with stuff written in them. The clerk yelled I wasn´t allowed to open the drawer. I was next to her. She wanted to make me an example out of me for the entire store customers. And I told her: Are you retarded? I´m next to you. Why are you shouting. She was hot. And the white knight appeared on his horse. With his fat wife next to him. But he was fit.

Some talk. He made a gesture with his hand for me to lower my voice. I said to myself. I´m sick of hearing this clown. And told him. Shut the fuck up. Time we talk in the parking lot. The guy started running away. But not like walking faster. He ran through the mall. I was thinking what combo I would do to him.
I don´t like to fight with strangers. Because you never know. The guy might look like a wimp. And be a professional of something. Besides knifes. You look to the ears and it´s a sign. A

A hairdresser. My kid is cutting his hair. I look at the hairdresser ears. I´m like WTF. An hairdresser with fighters ears? Asked the dude he had trained 20 years BJJ and MT. How could you fucking know? You think a hairdresser is a fag. And he is a beast.

Sorry man but our fight a la Jake Paul vs Tyson won´t work.


I play and sing this to my wife

Perfidia:



She loves it. Mujer si puedes tu con dios hablar.

Sorry we are not swifties. Vomit.


Of course you have something rude, stupid and unhinged to say, shocker. I don't know why I even tried...

You're fat, but 1.95cm I believe that part about your physique hahhahaha.

Brother that was 20 years ago, I'm 6'1 235lbs in the gym 6 days a week. Keep playing with your little sticks and rolling around with the ghey boys, sounds like you need more of that. Your gut probably enters the room before you do, not being so fat would probably help those knees buddy.

This guy is telling his IRT white knight stories now....this is getting good. Have another drink magoo tell us more.
 
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Now I'm begining to think you're copying my previous posts of troll bating and poem making.

While I don't own the property rights to insult via poem... very sus...

And my scampi is definitely still superior
No need to be jealous. I got much love to give.

Pour tois mon ami. I had to work real hard for this:

Get2choppaaa: A French Gourmet Ode

In a kitchen fine, where flavors twine,
A dish of dreams, a chef’s design.
Get2choppaaa! The cry we hear,
A gourmet feast, let’s bring it near.

Confit canard with crust so light,
Foie gras seared to golden bright.
Prosciutto wraps, a tender hold,
Mushrooms kissed with wine, so bold.

Puff pastry sheets, with care we fold,
To keep the secrets, treasures gold.
Into the oven, heat’s embrace,
Transforms the dish with grace and pace.

Truffle jus, a silken stream,
Poured with love, a gourmet dream.
Red wine dances, stock reduced,
A symphony of taste produced.

Plated high, with flair and art,
A masterpiece from every part.
Garnished green, a touch of thyme,
A triumph of the chef’s sublime.

Get2choppaaa! The table's set,
A feast no one will soon forget.
French cuisine, with passion bright,
An ode to flavors, pure delight.
 
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Say that to yourself fatty, you belong in the fat person thread shame on you for doing that to the body God gave you and blaming your wife.
Francis you´re being a naughty boy now. I might have to spank you. Let the fat guy be happy. What?

Are you married Francis? to a woman?

You want more IRT stories. One more for bedtime. After I have to go. Can´t spend more time reading your shit than with my wife and kids.

Once I was in a club with mates. Literally IRT style. With two models. Don´t know how to say this now here. But one of them I was kissing her. The other one was dancing in a table. She slips. Bangs her head on the table. The PR of the club comes. We go outside. We expect him to call an ambulance or take care of her. She wasn´t bleeding or anything but hurt. So he starts touching her breasts. And we are like. WFT is this.

One of my mates starts yelling at the guy. The PR puts one of those brass knuckles and punches him. All hell breaks loose. The PR starts running. The outside bouncers kicking and punching. I get tunnel vision. Watch the guy running. And literally give him a superman punch. The best punch of my life. A friend of mine who loves to fight. Afterwards said it was the best punch he saw in his life. Till today. I didn´t see anything else. Just the guy running to the door of the club. He fell with the punch. But got up again.

From that moment a bunch of bouncers. Came out of the club. It was like a train. VROOOOOMMM. A friend of mine is getting beaten up by two or three. With his head and tshirt full of blood. And asks me: Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding? Tell me where?

Dude he had blood everywhere. looll. I got some punches and kicks. Two from my group had to take stitches. And one of them was in his lips. he got a kick in his mouth. He looked like a duck. His lips swollen. And the rest of the holidays he couldn´t kiss girls. Ahahahahahahahah. The other one got stitches on his head. The doctor tells him not to go into the sea. He is doing blackflips from cliffs into the sea same day.

Fast forward I confessed to my priest. I was probably 19 then. And the priest tells me. You have nothing to confess. You and your friends did the right thing. Boooommmmmm. These guys talk about catholic priests. That priest was cool. He had a motorbike. Really cool guy. Afterwards he got sent to another parish. Sucked.

Those were good times. I can´t be involved in this anymore. But sometimes I miss it. Really miss it. But I look at my kids. And sometimes I have to touch their head. Because they are so perfect they don´t even look real. They are all I need.

We continue this at a later hour? Same place and hour? Youre fighting with a screen Francis. Don´t yout get it? Probably not.
 
Francis you´re being a naughty boy now. I might have to spank you. Let the fat guy be happy. What?

Are you married Francis? to a woman?

You want more IRT stories. One more for bedtime. After I have to go. Can´t spend more time reading your shit than with my wife and kids.

Once I was in a club with mates. Literally IRT style. With two models. Don´t know how to say this now here. But one of them I was kissing her. The other one was dancing in a table. She slips. Bangs her head on the table. The PR of the club comes. We go outside. We expect him to call an ambulance or take care of her. She wasn´t bleeding or anything but hurt. So he starts touching her breasts. And we are like. WFT is this.

One of my mates starts yelling at the guy. The PR puts one of those brass knuckles and punches him. All hell breaks loose. The PR starts running. The outside bouncers kicking and punching. I get tunnel vision. Watch the guy running. And literally give him a superman punch. The best punch of my life. A friend of mine who loves to fight. Afterwards said it was the best punch he saw in his life. Till today. I didn´t see anything else. Just the guy running to the door of the club. He fell with the punch. But got up again.

From that moment a bunch of bouncers. Came out of the club. It was like a train. VROOOOOMMM. A friend of mine it´s getting beaten up by two or three. With his head and tshirt full of blood. And asks me: Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding? Tell me where?

Dude he had blood everywhere. looll. I got some punches and kicks. Two from my group had to take stitches. And one of them was in his lips. he got a kick in his mouth. He looked like a duck. His lips swollen. And the rest of the holidays he couldn´t kiss girls. Ahahahahahahahah. The other one got stitches on his head. The doctor tells him not to go into the sea. He is doing blackflips from cliffs into the sea same day.

Afterwards I confessed to my priest. I was probably 19 then. And the priest tells me. You have nothing to confess. You and your friends did the right thing. Boooommmmmm. This guys talk about catholic priests. That priest was cool. He had a motorbike. Really cool guy. Afterwards he got sent to another parish. Sucked.

Those were good times. I can´t be involved in this anymore. But sometimes I miss it. Really miss it. But I look at my kids. And sometimes I have to touch their head. Because they are so perfect they don´t even look real. They are all I need.

We continue this at a later hour? Same place and hour? Youre fighting with a screen Francis. Don´t yout get it? Probably not.


Sure you can, you think of me while walking the beach with your wife remember? She won't mind I'm sure she understands.

Definitely not reading that...

BUT

Let it be known on this day of our Lord in the year two thousand and twenty four that from today until the end of days I formally pronounce thee....

Fatty Magoo


Go have another drink Fatty Magoo. Don't think of me too much when you're with your wife.
 
Sure you can, you think of me while walking the beach with your wife remember? She won't mind I'm sure she understands.

Definitely not reading that...

BUT

Let it be know on this day of our Lord in the year two thousand and twenty four that from today until the end of days I formally pronounce thee....

Fatty Magoo


Go have another drink Fatty Magoo. Don't think of me too much when you're with your wife.
Baby Francis as I suspected youre not married. How can a woman want another woman? Unless lesbian. You need personality. You have a weak mentality.

Need to go Baby Francis.

Your opinions and reactions are dependent on other people. No personality. Zero. How can you live like this? Are you like this in real life?
 
Baby Francis as I suspected youre not married. How can a woman want another woman? Unless lesbian. You need personality. You have a weak mentality.

Need to go Baby Francis.

Your opinions and reactions are dependent on other people. No personality. Zero. How can you live like this? Are you like this in real life?


Oof I'm so sorry Fatty Magoo, I didnt announce you properly.....don't worry I got you covered brother.
 
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