>Real name is Lauren Simonsen. >Goes by Lauren Southern instead. Wonder why. >Gets employed by Ezra Levant for Rebel Media. >Gets fired by Ezra Levant for refusing to go on the "Israel trip." >Becomes an independent journalist instead. >Quits politics in 2019 for no particular reason. >Turns out her film crew stole money from Tommy Robinson. >Suddenly returns to politics in 2020, this time as a centrist instead of conservative, conveniently after everyone forgot about her film crew stealing from Tommy Robinson. >Posts a tell-all in 2022. All it really is is "he said, she said." >Inadvertently admits in her tell-all that her whole career was stealing the thunder of more talented people like Milo Yiannopoulos and Faith Goldy. >Burns any bridges she might've still had by posting this tell-all.
I don’t care about grifters and alt right faggots sorry.
Jaxon Cox
>None of thats true
Get kiked again faggot
Sebastian Wilson
Can you imagine how hot the sex was between ThatGuyT and Southern in Mexico?
I can close my eyes and just in-vision how it went down. I can see Lauren holding T's hand with a smile on her face as she leads him to her hotel room. Once they get in, she shuts the door behind them and starts kissing T while trying to get her green shirt off.
They begin to frantically make-out like two horny undergrads after a night of too much partying. T, using his brutish black strength, picks Lauren up and plants her onto a nearby bed. At this point, Lauren is laying on her back with T hovering over her. His shirt is off and you can witness the contrast of his glistening, jet black skin as it begins to press up against Lauren's porcelain, aryan chest. Its as if Africa its self had manifested inside the room and engulfed Europe into its very own being. From this view, the difference was that glaring, T's muscular black stature was the pinnacle of male masculinity, while Lauren Germanic traits represented soft femininity. Nothing seemed more natural and true than black was meant to dominate white.
Once T and Lauren had fully undressed, he positioned his erected member to enter Lauren. She was stunned by how massive and engorged T was, she wondered how her body would be able to withstand him, and of-course, T was bareback, but neither cared of the consequences. This was unbridled lust, a condom would be an insult to what both were about to experience. Lauren leaned her head back with her eyes close as T finally infiltrated her womanhood. In this moment she had transcended and became one with the son of Africa.
The stimuli from T's well endowed mast was too much for Lauren's senses to handle, she begin to experience convulsions of euphoria that ran up and down her spine from each stroke by T. "No white man has ever made her feel this way", she moaned at T.
>All it really is is "he said, she said." No, it's full of documentation and you can go fuck yourself shill faggot.
Ian Sanchez
Naw you should not race mix. Globalist plot is race mixing
Owen Johnson
>Tommy Robinson. real name Stephen Christopher Yaxley-Lennon
>Mark dice real name Mark Shouldice aka John Connor
>Jack Posobiec real name JOHN and he never was in Navy intel.
yeah man, all the eCelebs are frauds./
Mason Jenkins
Then a loud BANG filled the air along with the smell of burnt gunpowder filling the room. Lauren opened her eyes saw T's head exploded and his brains and skull fragments covered her body and the bed. A dark figure stood before her holding a shotgun still smoking from the fatal blast. "Get up now, whore!" the figure commanded while grabbing Lauren's bloody and brain covered hair and pulling her out of the bed.
"Oh my god, it's the NDS" she thought to herself, "how could I have been so careless?" The figure dragged her out of the room and onto the balcony while wrapping a rope around her neck. The other end of the rope was then tied to the balcony railing and the dark figure lifted Lauren above his head. "You shouldn't have relaxed" the figure said to her as he threw her from the balcony.
Lauren fell for only six or seven feet before the slack ran out and instantly snapped her neck. Laughing and chuckling to himself the figure said under his breath, "burn the coal, pay the toll" as he confidently strolled out of the room and shut the door.
Liam Martinez
satan’s plot is to make you hate
Easton Harris
I hated her from the beginning. When she came out I immediately knew she was a grifter.
