Anonymous ID: 9237d9 No.1116276 📁
Apr 20 2018 12:45:09 (EST)
>>1116248
Amazing. They are literally opening the door for you to drop all the information as evidence in a court of law.
WWG1WGA
Huh.
SIX YEARS LATER. What’s different? (Not a trick question.) By the way, I've laughed about it and I'm gonna laugh again, but it's nothing personal... but did y'all see Rudy Giuliani cryin’ on the telly? Look, it's nothing personal... but, NGL, that was pretty goddam
tasty. And I got it TWICE. And, not a shred of malice or intent in my heart. Holy shit, that old fæ klown still has working tear ducts? Okay, honorary soul redemption in my book. I wanna be the Snoop Dogg to his Martha Stewart in five years. Remember G. Gordon Liddy? THEY PUT THAT FUCKER ON PRIME SKED UP AGAINST DICK FUCKIN’ CAVETT. THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED. IN MY FUCKING LIFETIME, FUCK-0S.
So, this is #Official: any of you homos touch my sex partners AT ALL, or tell me to “get a job,” and I kill you. Steal my shit? Steal my DEAD PARENTS’ MONEY? You will absolutely wish you were dead in the first ten seconds and that's gonna be the apex high water mark. “wish you were dead.” You lazy fucks. What a waste of a person's good wish. What, you think getting killed is a fantasy? Fucking Americans. One in ten of you salty fat fucked is gonna die of cancer, you know? SHIT WAS CURED OVER 150 YEARS AGO. Oh, you don't get the memos on how life and death works, huh? lol. Run along, go vote kiddo. No, you don't get to get killed; you get Hungarian Leprosy. I just invented it. Go ahead, laugh. DEATH NO LONGER BECOMES YOU. īT AND EYE, WE HAVE COME FOR YR EWE. *polite* next paragraph, you poncey chuckleheaded fuckwit.
You can still laugh, right? I sure fucking hope so, because basically, you do ANY thing fucking else? I KILL YOU. Then, I raise you from the dead, in front of your family, they worship me as a deity, I been breed them in front of you —not your wife, of course, I'm not some dopehead Five I landthug, right? That's your rhubarb: go fucking rub it. Do it in the goddam middle of the I-10 for all I give a shit, and you are gonna rub that rue barb right, and here's why:
No, I don't kill you. Dude. I have an actual life, People. People who kill for me are NOT included. But if your wife comes crying to me about how she's not being rubbed right by you, I take her to a pocket dimension, I teach her THERE how to kill you clean, and since it's in a pocket dimension... well, we're past international waters 12mi limit, so not only do I train your rhubarb to get high with me and then kill you ... I continue to NOT secretly harbor desires to fuck your intimate sex partners!!!! I don't have to hold out for some stupid sex control drama! IT'S GENIUS!!!
Imagine the time savings I get to experience!!! It's unreal. TO YOU. And there's one reason and one reason only you don't know it by heart. Those fuckin’ lone wolf rivers in Egypt? A menace. Avoid.
>>1116269
They fall for it every single time.
I don't get to talk to Starr Mountain for a minute, because awesome reasons, so don't get me wrong, I doubt she wrote any of these posts.
Teehee! That being said, look, I'm not stopping her, she's just got... you know, stuff to lose. I don't.
You're welcome, you salty bloody ham. You make me so goddam thirsty. BīTCH. Grumble³.
Anywho: trust me on this, they do not fall for it every single time. However, they eventually do get ran into the ground exhausted and then the buzzards and maggots inhabiting the thuggy body of the average thuggy Fed, well ... look, One Versus Everyone... it does NOT last forever. Who wants it to?
If yeah. Those corrupted by Power. That shit happens. TO YOU. Less so me. (Shields.) Okay actually never. Here's why: one whiff of taint, and Evil goes running. Imagine my B.O. No water? No problem. Have you heard of cans? They put water in those little fuckers now, it's absolutely goddam incredible. THEY EVEN MAKE CANS OF WATER WITH WEED IN IT. Caffeine too of course you fucked brain dopemongers, but yeah... it's LaCroix with CBD. Legal NATIONWIDE, FAGS, because it's THC that makes it “The Devil Weed,” right?
LaQueed. And then have Creed from The Office on the can. BRANDING OPPORTUNITY. Look, I won't lie: I'll get Rudy back on his feet again, just put me in the game, Coach.
(At time of this post’s publication, Mr. Kuczi had not admitted to self-pleasure leading to ejaculations while watching Mr. Giuliani, EVER, either in drag, openly crying in public, or anything at all. (I've got class you reprobates could never even get a chance to audit. So there.) However... Mr. Kuczi does not deny that they idea holds both merit AND appeal.)
tl:dr; I have no use for a repeated strategy that becomes a lucrative side-hustle. ONE RELIABLE GAMBIT: either slay the whole fucking battlespace edge-to-edge or just fucking shoot me up and watch me dance on a painted target's roof, I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!
>>1116276
How do you ‘legally’ …….
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How do I? Carefully and under Divine auspices.
How do you? Well... I basically can't advise you on that. That would be unlawful.
My advice would be to, first, learn to read. And second, rub her feet.
This soothes all Wookies within a 100 yard radius for three (3) Earth days. You're not going to find that pro tip on State.gov any time soon, you dig? You're welcome, oh btw: I miss all you idiot moron fucking FUCKS.
Great, now I'm literally crying. Look, I'm not falling for another New York City kikewop, I got like half a dozen. They are not like Beanie Babies. I don't automatically rush to the aid of every Big City kikewop I hear the audible sniveling of. Okay? DEFINITELY NOT A FETISH THING.
Yet. I actually do like Rudy. I do feel bad for him. Well, maybe I feel bad for his goddam family too, you know? Still—he's on TV bawlin’ and I'm here alone, up on the shelf, no one to talk with, and I think, “Holy fuck, thank the living Christ I did my shadowwork in public school.” So, so worth it. NEVER KILL YOUR SELF, KIDS. Just ride it out, you'll be glad you did, I CAN PROVE THIS MATHEMATICALLY once I'm no longer embargoed in protective custody. (Soon™.)
p.s.: I got served yesterday; representation is ABSOLUTELY required because there are children and mothers who I don't wanna embarrass. Otherwise, fuck it, I literally went into Court ONCE in the Stitch onesie. I am this Legend. Obviously I can't talk openly. Thus, chug a rat demon’s Trivium: READ BULL Ed. It gives you literacy and gets me lit AF.
p.p.s.: Old Bay Seasoning, Jeremy Piven, and all the little coloured chilluns I have ever bought teethbrushes for... “name three items that can all go fuck themselves interchangeably as far as Kuczi is concerned.”
p.p.p.s.: GrapefruīT⁷⅞∞8°°:\∆⁴lyf, yo. Werd.
p.p.p.p.s.: Art just told me that he bought my dad a beer once... and I have no way of knowing the truth... until I'm dead and ask ALL my Fathers, all at once: “K⁷©^Z⁷Î, yeah, I bet that sounded great to you all, but did it ever occur to you that I might not want to be haunted by a boy named “Sue Me, bīTCh”? I have the 2nd most asshole patriarchy EVER.
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* Jackstar cannot redeem target soul: The_Dragoniggerfaggotlord. Please check the spelling and try again.
Like he and I already worked it out IN ASTRAL and all these Punylings keep showing up in the timestream, suddenly they're all huffy-puffy, “oi! OI! That's my friend! HOW DARE YOUUUUUU?” omg, totes dorb's, frfr.
you are probably all cinders by dawn tomorrow.NGL.✌🏻🐶🐾
