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are you going to go down to the post office and ask them about the instructions on how to mail purchase medals from Cuba? like I don't get it. what exactly do you bring to the table other than having outlived everybody you've lied to except for me? you're clearly not an authority on anything, given that your biggest success so far has been supposedly shutting me down, and continued claim to fame has to be the fact that you can't seem to get away with it, and people keep talking about you and you incessantly act as though I'm some sort of deviant.
and you spent months talking to me. about what? one has to wonder.
also your podcast sucks, and the number one reason why I'm not enthusiastic about doing it everyday again paid for it is that I don't know how much fun to make out of you without risking giving your mother a heart attack when she finds out what a bad little boy you've been.
very bad. and also boring. my advice to you is that you sell options on your testicles being harvested after you die before everybody finds out that you never had any balls in the first place, because once they find out the quantum entanglement of balls/no_balls, Tex/No_Tex... people going to ask questions... like, “what happened to always having ball grab?”
YOUR MALFEASANCE CONTINUES TO GROW UNQUESTIONED. HELLO CANDID CAMERA? I'M A TODDLER WHO SMOKES CIGARS, CAN I GET A BUDGET AND A FILM CREW STAT???
Fat, drunk, & stupid is a better way to go through life than what you have been doing, Son. Start reconsidering the life path choices that have led you to this moment.
Call it “an order” if it'll make you feel better. By the way, you're being let go at the end of your cycle—
no one wants to fulfill that contract of yours. I don't even want to... I'm just the only one who knows that I can.
(the joke's on the mall: my confidence is born only from one thing, that I don't give a shit if you live, die, or literally spend eternity boiling and sewage before someone else comes and rescues you. I don't give a single shit, none of that sewage is mine...
AND KNOW: NEITHER WITH YOUR ILK, NOR EWE... AND, I DON'T WORK WITH YOU EITHER.)
and you're a bad pi. hopefully I can fillet Matt Houston and tell him all about it.
