Used to be spammed 24/7

>used to be spammed 24/7
>there wasn't a single day without her being shilled everywhere
>totally forgotten today
What happened with Greta and how come nobody talks or cares about her anymore?

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Imagine her on the piss. She gets plastered on everything, taking a particular liking to stouts and dark ales. Also during the night she eats McDonalds for dinner, (fuck vegan when drunk asf ya know?) After her night of drinking she gets a kebab at 4am. She gets home and devours some broccoli.

She gets up in the morning touching cloth. A poo is already awake and rubbing itself on her panties. She hobbles to the toilet holding her guts struggling to contain the tidal wave of shit lapping against the shores of her inner poohole. A few risky farts are squeezed out, so thick they linger. The air has a brown hue to it as she breathes back in her poop, coating her lungs. Now, the moment has arrived. Her ass waters have broken, her pink anus dilated and the grog bog is ready.

Before sitting down on the shitter, the stew starts flying out prematurely on the tiled floor. After slipping on her liquid shit and getting faeces in between her toes she managers to crawl to the toilet. She paints the bowl brown. Her legs shake. It comes out of her like thick pumpkin soup. Chunks are flying, full of corn. There is so much that some splashes back up between her smooth white butt and the toilet seat and hits the ground. Her ass prolapses. She is sure there is blood in the bowl. The smell is nothing like you've ever imagined and gets thicker with each pulsating action of her anus. Tonnes of waste explodes from her little pink anus. The hole is red raw from the amount of waste projecting from her body.

Without wiping she returns to bed where I wait. She lowers her dirty bum on my face and the remnants of poop drip into my mouth and up my nostrils. I can see her butthole winking at me as it tries to regain strength. The Greta Thunburg farts and a nug flies into my mouth. I choke on the ecstacy of the moment, knowing how jealous you would be of me.

For good measure I shit myself and gently doze off with the sounds of Greta's guts gurgling next to me.

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Nobody ever cared about this potato in Sweden. Only ones that did was greens abroad and even that hype died.

Begone potato.

she's the one who released COVID as she toured the world

so is she retarded? i never got the answer

She was just a mindless puppet used by a group of extreme leftist people. She couldn't even answer simple questions on her own.

calm down sparky
it happens

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She reached menarche and all the elites were done with herexpgr0

This broken toy of climate change is gonna hit the wall at 20. Nobody wanna be associated with her when that happens.

Greta Thunberg needs to get fucked. Imagine being in Alabama with this preachy prissy mumble munchkin. You pull up to the Candlewood suites in a fucking Dodge Challenger with aftermarket headers and parts that get you 11 miles per gallon. One rev of the engine and she's already getting inexplicably moist in her room from the sound of your massive fuel-guzzling V8 roadboat.

You get out and take a minibike running on a lawnmower engine through the parking lot and into the lobby of the hotel because FUCK walking, we didn't invent internal combustion to scuttle around with our dicks on our hands. Moonwalk down the hallway to the elevator while turning every thermostat you see on full blast and spraying CFC-saturated aerosol air fresheners everywhere. Check your phone in the elevator and hit up your broker app really quick to buy a thousand more shares of Exxon, BP, and Shell stocks while shorting anything that has to do with solar and wind because solar panels look fucking gay and windmills are for dipshits. Reach Greta's floor, backflip into her door, breaking that shit down and sending splinters flying everywhere setting off fucking car alarms and barking dogs. Her primal Scandinavian woman survival instinct kicks in and she immediately presents herself to you from all the viking raping and pillaging burned into her Nordic DNA.

You put a plastic non-biodegradable bag from Walmart over her muppet face, set a cooked rack of barbecue ribs on the small of her back, and go to town, throwing the cleaned rib bones at the back of her stupid cantaloupe head in between thrusts. After blowing your load and covering the room in non-vegan protein, you wipe your monolithic dong on her priceless handmade native American uber-sustainable fairtrade honestly sourced hippie sweater. Jump out the fucking window into a formula 1 race car and cover the hotel in black rubber as you burnout and blaze off into another American night.