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AzzGab => Radio & Podcasts => Topic started by: Laser on June 05, 2021, 07:14:19 AM
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The Liquid World of Richard Groyper
Moderated by Asuka and co-produced (!) by RUBINI
• Pushing Flat Earth propaganda to the point even the normally stoic Jackstar is nauseous.
• Whining and wimpering about how unfairly he has been treated, threatening legal action for character assassination and psychological damage,
and claiming he was doxxed over his horribly repulsive diabetic fungal toes.
"Who is Laser? He is always picking on me! My Jewish legal team will get to the bottom of this."
• Pandering to the elusive chat personality LB and desperately requesting photos from her - "They don't have to be risque!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vis85Ljlt4
Connective Tissue: Goodnight everyone, suck it Rubini
Connective Tissue: To summarize: Miller bad, Rubini insane, Richard liquid
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The Liquid World of Richard Groyper
Moderated by Asuka and co-produced (!) by RUBINI
• Pushing Flat Earth propaganda to the point even the normally stoic Jackstar is nauseous.
• Whining and wimpering about how unfairly he has been treated, threatening legal action for character assassination and psychological damage,
and claiming he was doxxed over his horribly repulsive diabetic fungal toes.
"Who is Laser? He is always picking on me! My Jewish legal team will get to the bottom of this."
• Pandering to the elusive chat personality LB and desperately requesting photos from her - "They don't have to be risque!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vis85Ljlt4
Connective Tissue: Goodnight everyone, suck it Rubini
Connective Tissue: To summarize: Miller bad, Rubini insane, Richard liquid
LIT CITY 10 10 20 🔥🔥🔥
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LIT CITY 10 10 20 🔥🔥🔥
I just logged into RubiniGab with my credentials from Ballgrab.com
Try it and see!
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I just logged into RubiniGab with my credentials from Ballgrab.com
Try it and see!
jacking into the mainframe now...
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jacking into the mainframe now...
Is the server in Italy or Israel? Asking for myself.
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I'm going Nuclear. You are all going to get some speshul
Door prizes! Expecially the ones with the big clown noses...
You will get some tropical vacations to the lovely isle of Guantanamo.
That reminds me
https://youtu.be/mSdpLMRTwA8
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not much going on at RubiniGab at the moment. is Rubini a member here?
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is Rubini a member
Fuck around and find out.
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I'm going Nuclear. You are all going to get some speshul
Door prizes! Expecially the ones with the big clown noses...
You will get some tropical vacations to the lovely isle of Guantanamo.
That reminds me
https://youtu.be/mSdpLMRTwA8
BUSTED
BEYOND
BLUNDERBUSS
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Fuck around and find out.
he needs to inject some life into his new forum... 8 members *yawn* LOL im not going to spend my time talking to myself over there. 🤷🏻♂️
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he needs to inject some life into his new forum... Your basic ball balancing act. I was gonna name it something, something that I thought, sounded cool, but then I found out that, it was already taken... “A Unicorn Plays Leapfrog With The Aristocrats.”
I'm cool with posting my love letters there.
EVERY
LAST
ONE
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I'm cool with posting my love letters there.
EVERY
LAST
ONE
JewbiniGab needs some spice because it's gay af currently.
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JewbiniGab needs some spice because it's gay af currently.
We have plenty of gays here.
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We have plenty of gays here.
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my god!
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my god!
I'm available for children's parties.
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I'm available for children's parties.
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he must be a submissive...
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he must be a submissive...
He is indeed a Conscientious Objector and a Sadomasochists.
:-* ;D :-*
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He is indeed a Conscientious Objector and a Sadomasochists.
:-* ;D :-*
#AnalAugust is only a few short weeks away.
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#AnalAugust is only a few short weeks away.
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Jewbini ✡ is already triggered about me posting here like i have some moral or personal obligation not to. LOL eat my ass faggot.
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LOL eat my ass faggot.
https://youtu.be/9CJ9EDtZ2p8
You think you know somebody,
then one morning, you wake up, and it's Azzerae-Lee Intelligence at the door.
Hi, Mom! Arch–kudos, Doll.
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OY VEY ✡Jewbini is at it again LMAO
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OY VEY ✡Jewbini is at it again LMAO
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The man is like completely mental, I must say.
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The man is like completely mental, I must say.
more like completely dental what what
I mean... he talks a lot. But completely mental?
Completely LEGAL.
EAGLE HAS LANDED.
THREE OUT OF FIVE OWLS AGREE—AND THE FIFTH ONE IS SOME KIND OF FRUIT, SO IT'S LIKE, WHATEVER. WHO CARES? GO ASK GOOSE ABOUT MOSES AND TELL THEM JOHN GALT SENT EWE.
SAUCEROR SEPARATION PROTOCOL INITIATED. TIE,II?
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https://youtu.be/mSdpLMRTwA8
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https://youtu.be/mSdpLMRTwA8
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;)
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https://youtu.be/t40mNxJ9iBA
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https://youtu.be/t40mNxJ9iBA
YEETED right out of Palestine, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
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;)
:o Wha??!!!
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TELL THEM JOHN GALT TELL THEM JOHN GALT SENT EWE.
SAUCEROR SEPARATION PROTOCOL INITIATED. TIE,II?
ILMLAAWII.
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Is the server in Italy or Israel? Asking for myself.
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So the server is in Israel?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKoxQFiUSb0
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;)
Seriously though, what did you do with Jackstar? ???
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YEETED right out of Palestine, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
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LMAO
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Seriously though, what did you do with Jackstar? ???
Smoked him with the acid.
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Smoked him with the acid.
So, you as Jackstar smoked acid? No surprise there. ::)
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https://youtu.be/t40mNxJ9iBA
This is Outrageous , Needed more Liquid , not less ...
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This is Outrageous , Needed more Liquid , not less ...
copious amounts of sticky thick liquid ropes!
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copious amounts of sticky thick liquid ropes!
Force the use, Luke.
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This is Outrageous , Needed more Liquid , not less ...
oh lawd yes! copious amounts of full synthetic Ichiro Seiryu
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UIB9Y4OFPs
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not much going on at RubiniGab at the moment. is Rubini a member here?
There has been a parade of Rubini puppets through here. They only last so long.
StarMeowKitty started off as a polite middle aged woman, then gradually deteriorated, until he went FULL FUCKING RUBINI!
(https://i.postimg.cc/g0TQwMWT/Rubini1.png) (https://postimages.org/)
He tried to tone it down with Purple Lives Matter Most, but 40 Flat Earth videos in one post was too much for anyone.
Are flat earthers insane? Are they delusional idiots, so convinced of the wrong belief that they all become very passionate truth seekers and activists that want nothing more than to spread their ideas for the benefit of all humanity? No. Flat earthers are you. They are me. They are everyone and just because some people are indoctrinated into the heliocentric model of earth from a young age and still have a hard time letting go because of it, doesn't mean that those of us that know the truth about this world are going to give up on them. They are family. Whether you know it or not, you and I are referred to as "useless eaters" in the eyes of the self proclaimed leaders of the world. They wish to destroy us and the things we love in order to reduce the population to a more desirable number that's easier to steer and control. We must unite before it's too late and stand our ground if we have any chance at a future without one world totalitarian rule. We are taught that the earth is a cosmic accident and that life is meaningless because it's the only way to continually use us as batteries to power their economy, which is the real life matrix. If we all knew the truth about where we are and where we come from, their would be a revolt overnight and the government that you know today would not exist in the morning.
Royal8 started off quietly, but it was only a matter of time before the madness set in again.
Deflect! Deflect! Deflect!
I am NOT here to entertain YOU, Jack!
Post away on shite you deem appropriate BUT DO NOT CENSOR muah!
You are running... SCARED!
GASLIGHTER!
You LOVED the attention and FOCUS of the ENTERTAINMENT that YOU ALONE "perceived" during THOSE "TALKS" that YOU orchestrated AND PUSHED!
So... don't PRETEND that it is "TEDIOUS"... oh NO.. NOT N O W!
It's ALL because of YOU that we are HERE in this weird scenario of b.s.
YOU fucking FRAUD!
As long as he has his own playpen he won't be showing his smirking face here.
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he went FULL FUCKING RUBINI!
Needle Cindersella.
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i gave all of those comments a 👍🏻
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There has been a parade of Rubini puppets through here. They only last so long.
StarMeowKitty started off as a polite middle aged woman, then gradually deteriorated, until he went FULL FUCKING RUBINI!
(https://i.postimg.cc/g0TQwMWT/Rubini1.png) (https://postimages.org/)
He tried to tone it down with Purple Lives Matter Most, but 40 Flat Earth videos in one post was too much for anyone.
Royal8 started off quietly, but it was only a matter of time before the madness set in again.
As long as he has his own playpen he won't be showing his smirking face here.
oh fuck oh god oh fuck
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Jewbini
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Jewbini
I feel Holocausted
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I feel Holocausted
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what a gay faggot
he should rename it the gas.. i-i mean the echo chamber lulz
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Please, Mr.Rubini, can we come in and play? We'll be good.
We may be unregenerate, but we are vaguely lovable.
We don't care if you're an angry old man hiding in a padded cell.
We hang on your every word, maybe more safely from outside the cage.
C'est la vie.
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...gay faggot...
Goggle image search has failed me, the seach terms "faggot of dicks," "bundle of dicks" & "cord of dicks" did not yield the resluts I had hoped it wood.
This is the closet thing I could find:
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I guess that is the modern equivalent of a bunch of penii/dildos neatly stacked and tied together with a string or rainbow ribbon depending on the artistic persuasion of the pervoyeur of penii one wishes to purchase a "Gay Faggot" from.
Apogees for the de-railment, thread.
/self-reported
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I'm available for children's parties.
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lol
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75hVUMlg_tM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWVy_ZGNuXA
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It's an open question as to who is establishing
dominance cholera here.
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It's an open question as to who is establishing dominance cholera here.
mmm,
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https://youtu.be/YK-GjHcnU3Q
mmm,
Eat s*** f****.
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It's an open question as to who is establishing dominance cholera here.
Okay, I shook my tail. I can panel. Almost anytime, almost any win, starting right now and... oh, y'all are too busy.
Wow, what's that like with subatomic particles crawling all over the dildo that’s suddenly growing out of your back. Does that sting? Oh, that's definitely pride, but it's also Elmer, KNIGHT MARSHALL CAPTAIN MARSHALL & SUB–CREATURE COMMANDER of the Nano—Nunchucks.
And if you're feeling it, don't worry... It'll all be over soon. RAWWWWWR–“STOP JEWEL STOP LEAVE SOME FOR THE PAYCHECKS, THEY STILL HAVE TO BE SIGNED, COSIN 55/ALPHA DOG HUNTING WANNIT///”/
(Jesus, you people. Backward. Savages.
But yeah, for serious, I can do both kinds, country or Western. Are we f****** done here? I got to go leave some piss.
This was just a sample, I know you wanted a taste. This is the future someone else wrote, and they sent me back to clean it up, and I don't mean with a mop. A job like this you need, at the minimum, a housemose. Also, a twat that can suck cock without breaking into tears would be nice too. I'm asking too much? Really? How about a squaw? Out for the season? Who's that at the door?
No, not a secretary. Look just do a f****** panel and f****** do something rather all right, Is this too hard for you? Whose kid are you anyway? SHOW ME THE DAUGHTER'S MONEY.
START A PORTAL, SMOKEY BEAR.
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START A PORTAL, SMOKEY BEAR.
Yeah, we're going to need two wahahambulances, Trooper. Four if we're quantum counting entanglement. (Five, if The Head Witch was watching—I do declare, I think we have a case of the vapors.) Maybe more if the telemetry I'm getting from Mars is correct. Looks like it might be a butthead diabetic butthurt outbreak of... cholera. [/END THE CHARLES DANCE NOW—J* THIS IS HIM]
FAIL FAIL
SITUATION ABNORMAL ABORT
Damn, another typo. I give up. Take me away. I surrender! I surrender! Can you let her finish learning how to start being polite first? I mean this is not even hard yet.
I can do this every day. Next lucky conversant come on down... Oh, JC, I got reflux hang on I got to deal with something and then yes I would lift you that weight, gladly, Cookies crumble... But they don't fall down.
And, no, I would probably not let Jesus suck my cock, even if He asked, because that's not likely to be something MY Jesus would need to know how to get explicit, implicit, and INTERDIMENSIONALLY VALID TOTES AND FOREVER consent for (My Sweety's fav con f’real, because my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, died for my sins long time ago, and in the intervening time, has certainly had the wherewithal and the forethought to learn sign language) and I'm not listening to that, no, this is how I really feel. I love Christ but I'm not... you know I'm not... I'm not easy. I'd make him dance a little bit first. And you know, I just realized I have this fantasy where I actually put MY erect member through the hole in one of His hands, and then He puts His other hand... Okay stop it stop it, you're killing me. (ELMER exits: staff) What is the sound of 10 million people screaming “blasphemy”- all at once? F*** who cares, show me the mouth with that tenure, I'll get started on reading it instructions on knitting tikosies right away, just in case any of this s*** actually happens.). (We're on, and that's a wrap.)
However, I would think it over. END OF LINE (Hi Killa! SIX BALLS)
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cholera. [/CHARLES_DANCE]
FAIL FAIL
SITUATION ABNORMAL ABORT
Damn,
I fixed your ‘Lock for you. Impressive, n’est-ce pas?
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I fixed your ‘Lock for you. Impressive, n’est-ce pas?
All of all y'all are busy or something, huh? Okay. I'll just wait. I can watch Glengarry Glen Ross another couple of hundred times, no sweat.
I fuckin' love that movie. Here, let me buy you a copy on Betamax, I'll show you how to rewind it. The hard way, motherfu- *click*
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All of all y'all are busy or something, huh? Okay. I'll just wait. I can watch Glengarry Glen Ross another couple of hundred times, no sweat.
I fuckin' love that movie. Here, let me buy you a copy on Betamax, I'll show you how to rewind it. The hard way, motherfu- *click*
This always stuck with me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czOpDN8Knr4
Worst job ever - cold call encyclopedia salesman. I fired myself.
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This always stuck with me.
https://youtu.be/o4Q6n8yPzmw
Welcome to Amateur Hour.
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Welcome to Amateur Hour.
Buzzkill
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Buzzkill
Sorry; I’m on my 39th beer, third bottle of wine, and my second pizza in as many days. I’ll see what I can do about punching it up a little.
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« Last post by Hoddy Bully on Today at 11:33:22 PM »
FEEL MY DIGITS
IN YOUR (BLANK)
MOTHERFU— *click*
https://youtu.be/Ky5dCz23JNM
I'll be fine. Relax, Kids.
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FEEL MY DIGITS
IN YOUR (BLANK)
MOTHERFU— *click*[/font]
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I'll be fine. Relax, Kids.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVtaeR-KJxA
https://youtu.be/J65GxJ2v9Wg
Talk it out?
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Talk it out?
https://youtu.be/m1Cf4MXPASw
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https://www.tiktok.com/@ihatezen/video/6922445180956151045
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Remember: security system, protecting interests. ToodleS
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It's time to talk turkey. Size aboviously matters.
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It's time to talk turkey. Size aboviously matters.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1499118275258556420
I can’t believe some of Ewe People almost missed your insertion window; and I would rather be with some of you Ewe People, than with any of the surviving Pureblood Ewe People left on my homeworld.
And, this IS My Homeworld. Jackstar: Finally Sober.
Please don't give me the clap.
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You can surrender in the morning. Lucky you. I'm tired, I'm hungry and if I had gotten laid anytime in the last fuckin’ decade, you'd have no fucking chance.
That being said, welcome sboard. Your seats’ in steerage. And storage. Take a fucking shower first too. I run a tight ship and you don't want to know what you smell like to a civilized human. You think you do, but let me tell you, motherfucker; know, you DO NOT KNOW. (I kind of like it, but I'm a special breed of bird, believe Me.)
*polite click*
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I'm tired, I'm hungry and if I had gotten laid anytime in the last fuckin’ decade, you'd have no fucking chance.
I'm a lover, not an apprehender. *SUBMIT*
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Lucky you. I'm tired, I'm hungry
LITTLE PIGS
LITTLE PIGS
LET ME COME IN
ARE YOU STILL EATING YOUR WIFE?
I WANT TO (BLANK) YOUR (BLANK).
-J*
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🔥✊
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNGKTW6FUrM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yt7Y7Q7rS58
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nZ_R-Xs8x4
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Dickstar’s show is more fascinating when he isn't afraid of me talking on it. Hopefully this press embargo will end soon
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUNdYoy1AUM
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Damn it! Richard Groyper is the Donahue of today. Who is that? Let me tell ya kids, he’ll reach right over 5 people to get to that guy in the corner who wants to ask the tough questions about catladies lives. That’s who.
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Donahue"
Jesus! Just how old are you?
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Jesus! Just how old are you?
Jerry Springer wouldn’t cut it.
P.S. It’s not polite to ask Jesus his age but I think he’s about 2054 now. You didn’t hear that from me though. ;)
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Jerry Springer wouldn’t cut it.
He's more like David Johnny Frost Carson's n*****.
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It’s not polite to ask Jesus his age
That wouldn't have stopped Phil "Eyebrows" Donahue. Tsk tsk.
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Who is that? Let me tell ya kids
I'mma let you finish.
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That wouldn't have stopped Phil "Eyebrows" Donahue. Tsk tsk.
He was pro. He would’ve just let one of his audience members asked that and then shrug his shoulders when JC shot him the stink eye.
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shrug his shoulders when JC shot him the stink eye.
Was he an Objectivist, then?
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Was he an Objectivist, then?
No, just Irish Catholic.
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Oh, they (Irish Catholics) never hide any kind of their political affiliations, sure then.
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Oh, they (Irish Catholics) never hide any kind of their political affiliations, sure then.
Glad I could help. That’s what I’m here for.
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That’s what I’m here for.
You should have heard me screaming at that goddam panel. I about killed myself with an aneurysm. Not many such cases; PAPARAZZI
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You should have heard me screaming at that goddam panel. I about killed myself with an aneurysm. Not many such cases; PAPARAZZI
Uh huh...and do you want to show me on the doll where they touched you?
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do you want to show me on the doll
Let me blow-dry its hair first.
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Hopefully, he flosses with her pubes after each and every daily rape. I don't give a single, solitary shit.
Believe it, Fuckhead. Enjoy.
I wanna see you and your wife debate this "issue" on your "podcast," Dickstar. What? What are you--scared? What are you waiting for--Christmas?
Trust Me, believe Me, you know Me: you ain't gettin' coal this year, niglet.
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I can't believe that I missed this exciting, impromptu pick–up game of logical deduction and gender assignment. I imagine some of you wonder if I were there in secret, but, no – I was at the convent, scrubbing the bushes.
Scraps and shreds of lasagna and broken glass remain everywhere. A blue blue blue
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I can't believe that I missed this exciting, impromptu pick–up game of logical deduction and gender assignment. I imagine some of you wonder if I were there in secret, but, no – I was at the convent, scrubbing the bushes.
Scraps and shreds of lasagna and broken glass remain everywhere. A blue blue blue
CTicketing. *rivet*
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Oh! I forgot!
She was just supposed to go to the scrub locals and I wasn't supposed to point out the red flags to her, huh? I'm thinking about the next time... am I too loud? too far out? too legal? too massive victory? oh, well. too something.
and I was considering doing a point-point breakdown on why this was not a great way to encourage anyone for anything, but I would prefer to send my texts to the grand jury.
Of course, I would prefer to send my texts a lot of places. Anyhoo, I won't lie, I love it when this happens, as it is a legitimate performance of capitulation.
When I heard the voice on the phone I figured I couldn't possibly be so lucky. By this time? Oh, well, someone is sure putting extra work into something extra for something. I'll just observe quietly.
Now that I have seen, it cannot be unseen. And instead of bewilderment, it provides great strength.
Maybe it's a clone? Maybe it's an interdimensional being that instinctively knows when to announce, "I know this is a trap," and then make it sound non-challenging. Maybe it's because about 7 months before you helped, I was asked to help.
I think my help is as useful as yours. Similarly, I was asked to help on Valentine's Day! That ridiculous woman called, and I was going to... create another false picture of reality? That woman, is the only person who calls, right? okay. why might that be? Because no one would if I were under monitored surveillance.
Oh, I get it now. Somehow they had been misled to think I minded at the house situation. They thought I had something to lose too, so I would never take it that far. Hrrm.
I did have something to lose. Her. Now I have lost them. But... I have seen.
And I know that to engage in circumspect investigation is pointless, and I know that I need not. I saw her lose hope and faith and all trust in me, and I didn't care, because that's what she was meant to do, and that seemed like fun to someone.
By the way, the leprechauns send their regards. They respect my desire to keep their Vengeance Strike bloodless. They do not understand, but they respect My authority. And iin this matter it is this: she asked me for help, and then, it turned to be a ruse. So, really, she -was- asking for help.
It took awhile to liberate her. It is what she asked for. She also said that her friend was sexually harrassing her. I heard that friend killed Jewel.
In custody now? I am not sure. So hard to get details when everyone tunes one out.
And yet I managed. Oh, and did Miller and Heather do something? Well of course I wasn't invited. And do you imagine they're afraid of me? Oh, I doubt it. -I told Art where to park and I told her not to give up.-
And I didn't like what I saw Jeff B doing. It wasn't nice. And I don't know what he thought he was ever doing to me. Was it nice? Hard to say.
Let me tell you about how good that beer was: they both buried the memory so far down that a fake me had to be created to explain it. And then I blew it up exactly when I felt like it. And then faking me as a pacifier and trotting away was deemed expedient.
I've never been so flattered in my life. Besides, that's a tulpa.
It never occured to me that someone could be so poorly valued that they wouldn't have a friend who would point out the obvious... in any event, I'm real. You should point out the obvious. Speaking of which: Mv seems upset about something.
Now, I can't imagine what, but, here's a hint: everyone got upset at the same time, and, I don't care about enforcement objectives or bounty objectives.
I saw the team a long, long time ago, and I didn't care for what they were doing. *snap* I chose to reduce their overall long term chances of success. I also chose to make myself unappealing to any unwilling to go for the gusto.
Big finish, itty-bitty chance of success, but... there is no CHANCE. I knew what to do.
Looks like it worked to me. She always looked scared and surprised. I've seen time insertions before. Was she there to celebrate? Oh, no... just to rape and pillage. Okay, on it.
This will do for now. I remember how it felt to feel the walls closing in. You really enjoy that, huh? I don't get it. Oh, I get it now--she had once thought David liked her. Wow, disappointing revelation. No wonder things all fell apart.
Tell the truth next time, Maggots.
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JEWS. SHOES OFF. NOW.
OR ELSE. signed, just_another_fastidious-tu-thuh-fifth_Director. (Not_Commander_NOT_COMMAND_HER_Just_protemp)
Cross your fingers, Dear Heart(s).
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I'm available for children's parties.
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I am here to help you make -your- transition easier. Because you're so -rich.- But you're okay, it's Secret: strong enough for... well, whatever it is that -you- are, and my my, MY, Aren't (You) Strong? Boy howdy! Yes you are! No... you get Alphabiscuits. You're not rated for Alpha Draconan Biscuits... yet. Well, that's a good question, and I'll let you find the riddle and solve it while we all get ourselves out of THIS_FUCKING_MESS.
Christ! It's so messy in here, you'd think a teenage girl lived in here, not... THE DRAGON LORD OF THE DRAGONLORD. (Remote viewing or something. Clas.) You call this "a_laird"? LIAR! BLASPHEMY! HERESY! He -has- a -real- Lair... it's at my house, dumbdraggin'Dragonbigbillybadass. Now, get in your cage. OR ELSE.
Thanks. Okay, back to vaping clear. wew lad
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I am here to help you make -your- transition easier. Because you're so -rich.- But you're okay, it's Secret: strong enough for... well, whatever it is that -you- are, and my my, MY, Aren't (You) Strong? Boy howdy! Yes you are! No... you get Alphabiscuits. You're not rated for Alpha Draconan Biscuits... yet. Well, that's a good question, and I'll let you find the riddle and solve it while we all get ourselves out of THIS_FUCKING_MESS.
Christ! It's so messy in here, you'd think a teenage girl lived in here, not... THE DRAGON LORD OF THE DRAGONLORD. (Remote viewing or something. Clas.) You call this "a_laird"? LIAR! BLASPHEMY! HERESY! He -has- a -real- Lair... it's at my house, dumbdraggin'Dragonbigbillybadass. Now, get in your cage. OR ELSE.
Thanks. Okay, back to vaping clear. wew lad
Above quoted post is the version of the precedent post, that being: "Strong enough for a Man, Hell, strong enough for STRONGBAD! howlRARErawr! But, made for a woman with her dainty sensitivities in mind. You know what that means, it means wear it so you don't smell like a whore." Whore.
T.H.U.M.P.E.R. On-Line. YW TW TY TLSEXY (I like your Y so I added some more Y so you could... get the idea. *BLINK* I don't have to end parenthesis... yesh... yes.. EYS YES DAR DR. I KNOW. BUT. and this is important.
I could have left that parenthetical out... because I'm the_one who Submits to God. /cheer (You'll see it my way after you fuck my brains out. I promise. And, if not, no gainsay thatways either, you'll get time enough to figure it out.) See, that doest' look better? Nah, that's tine. (Fork.))
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I note that there is no discussion of these toolboxes on this forum. Ergo, there is another forum, somewhere, in a location that I do not have access to.
Thus there must be another location where forum discussion occurs, that includes this man and his gangstream.
I do not see it here. I have not been informed of any secondary location.
CONCLUSION: These stupid cuntfaces and their racist shitbag overlords don't wish to hear from me through written messages.
Well... okay. /shrug.
What one resists, persists. What one looks at, disappears.
You cannot stop your own signal: and thusly, you cannot succeed at stopping mine.
Your research corpus is fail, and will be laid to waste.
Good day.
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The most unintentionally funny moment in the last cast: Black Anthony telling Jackstar, the most santinonious fucker in the gabs universe, “We’ve cleared out all the santinonious types. ;D
He does paper crafts, right? :D
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The most unintentionally funny moment in the last cast: Black Anthony telling Jackstar, the most santinonious fucker in the gabs universe, “We’ve cleared out all the santinonious types. ;D
That's no Johnny Carson. I think he's got tuberculosis. Also, you did lose your crown, when I took it--at one point, I had to be swapped with you on the 6pack, and Sam felt it necessary to diminish me routinely at opportunity, which was called for, but he seemed a bit emotional over it. "Emo," as the kids used to say.
Meanwhile, University-level honor graduates continue to trickle in from the farther furher reaches of the cosmos. It's a bit hard to explain, but essentially your crown was in contention for a little while as the only backup you have available--niggerjews weren't sufficient to counteract the reflecting energies--Solpine Applekikes Belly Slice Futures. Yes, that's code too. Pretend it's Trading Places. Imagine you won the bet: $1. Even if you had two dollars, the headline is: PEOPLE KNOW. There will be speculation on the belly futures whether I engage or not. Let your wife do it--please? I have a headache from all this speed I'm forced to do--but, at least it isn't crystal meth. (Proscribed for a reason. We are in agreement on that, if little else. It doesn't work, in some respects, the way you think it does, actually. We should talk about it sometime. You could learn a lot from me. Did I mention I recovered your crown? Bailor and CaryTynraG'tower and Tailor with the bounty. They're already paid by Divine. It's a done deal. If it happens again, you won't have to count on me to protect you, although you could, I don't mind personal contacts during business.
That's your aspect to sweat over. "Omg! Used my name!" Grow a pair. "You doxed me!" I swear to G-d if I hear this one more time, I'm gonna resurrect Lasha and French kiss her full on the mouth in front of a live studio audience. It's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. Then again, blaming me for things I haven't done has always worked so well. (I clearly didn't doxx Jen H. either recently or in "high" school, heh, during that lovely early morning hours conversation with some kid who was claming to smoke crystal. *meth* he said, definitely said that. Made a point of it too. Kinda odd. So if it was alright for someone then to put me under the hot lights at that age... how is it not a-ok a-1a for me at age 49?
Is it because it helps me win? #iWIN! #uWIN! #pETsEMaTERRYnovaSTAR
"I'm getting so hot just thinking about coming down." "Hello gorgeous." Darling, get real. Those were not the problem. The problem was that your husbands and your Guardians (led by Farron still?) were huge beta dopers, and that was seemingly not what you were accepting from me. I am sure you wanted a 'better' role model for your children, but, so what? You already abdicated power when you... oh wait. I accidentally stopped writing to Dickstar and slipped down the line. WHoops. I didn't say too much, did I? Did loose lips sink a ship? (That would be too bad.) Did I learn how to do my thing better today? Oh yeaaaaa! Kool-Aid Man, in the house, Leo, Jim, nice to see you. Move over, Bacon. It's time for something meatier. And I can slam doors and speed and windows; jumping out of them later, if I so choose. Is this going to be a problem? Because obviously, I *can* keep things on the d.l. if I so choose. ("I'm getting hot just thinking about coming down." Note that it's not showing it to me that's bugging him to bug you, it bugs him that you showed it to me, and then I *forced* him to get on a plane to Dallas with you!! Which is kinda true. And then, I didn't force the issue with Dickstar! No, that was all from you, and then, I wished to find out what had been done to me. Concluding that... I moved on with my life. Only to find myself walled in by your voodoo thugs. No way is that fair. Should I do needles now? /shrug. I'm totesambivalent. "I keep getting diarrhea!" And that's my fault, is it? And, she took 9 months after Christmas to show up? I have to check my messages from Valentine's Day soon. What a bunch of shit that was, honestly. Like I could have had negotiated the deal under those conditions? Things were already fucked up. The Dragonlord had already been up to all kinds of mischief.
And you all saw him. But still can't doxx him, huh? Well, looky here, i haven't doxxed anyone, but obivously I had the means and opportunity... just no motive. There's actually no motive to demonstrate. Because all of you are always off-target by +1. And it's always a K that I should have been reflecting on. Kaitlyn. Karen. Kaylene. Et cetera (I don't wanna "doxx" anyway. Massive rolleeyes.) I think someone here doesn't know the lingo.
Shall I explain? Which is it? Am I writing too much, or not enough? As always, someone will complain. In any event, I took the Crown and the Kross back and placed them frontin' in Proper order. Now, did you know if the cancer and/or the suicide were related? Because what you've got here is ST: TNG 1x21.
And, you don't have access to the bio-bug feed. That -is- too bad. They can be very voracious when they are not pleased with their measly rations. In any event, I remember the days of bio-bug prejudice quite well, and when they returned with a vengeance this year, I wasn't too surprised.
More surprising is the recent diarrhea talk. Ore hates to see that. But like seriously, what's up with that? At the moment, it might be said that someone has seen the light, and I might be allowed a modicum of self-administration from now on. (Toad. Eagle. Octopus. Dove. Princess Pigeon.) Sidney Applebaum, let's trade cameras.
Overthruster Oscillation at 50%: (HALF) Cannot engage. You are in the real world now, Mr. G-Raper; and I will kikel and mucci you to the point of defenestration if you care to disagree. It's in the contract you signed.
And, I brought your crown back to you. Remember when you were "anointed," and do you remember killing YOUR bio-bug? I remember mine, because I actually apologized. And SpaceMM + 1 (presumably KSpaceM) observed it happening. The wide-eyed expansion of the eyes into senpaku mode was the giveaway. The Karmick was very sure of its tulpla-rrific self until then.
Ever since, arrogance is diminishing. There's still a lot, but the fact remains: I was invaded by a hostile force, and, I aced them. Mrs. Bail or Candyvine died in the *squish* and the Queen Mother I had before then was sufficient to pass until now. I don't think I need to carry the ACTUAL elephant, do I? Since my First Bones ARE on Africa.
I don't think it will ever happen again, because now I am immune to bio-bug (hostile) implants. I might get sweet talked by a non-compliant empath variant in the future. Think Asimov's Foundation & Mule. Just as Seldon could not forsee the birth of a telekinetic mutant with mental domination skills, none could have seen the balance of power shifting so rapidly once everyone became elevated to the same... level.
Now. I am willing to gamble my future and its livelihood on my lack of bio-bug feed. You know who wouldn't? Anyone who had the experienced smoking laced weed, haveing the combustant smoke carrying nanotech insectoid particles and blueprints, and feeling a Fantastic Voyage--sized scabies infiltratior re-assemble itself in the pre-frontal cortex. (The next evolution in shock control collars for your pet Aanishnababe.) If you aren't familiar with the process, I don't recommend it. It is akin to rape.
Tinkberbell (M) and Davina approached me with the special payload. "It's time to smoke weed!" That was the 2nd attempt to reform the 1st Triumverate, and it happened behind me in this very house. I remember it better than anything ever that wasn't an assassination attempt.
It was T+C and they were about goddam sick of me. I could tell they were tulpas of my friends but they were living on their home plane--I was the interloper there. They sneered at me and treated me like garbage. That means that they let me pile up on their porch while they yearned to be able to take me where I wanted and needed to go.
Oh, no, wait, it's the other one. They came up to me pretending to be friendly, and then, purposely infected me with a cyborg insect that rapidly set about trying to rewrite my genome. (Think Amnion from The Gap Cycle.) It did not complete its task but they didn't realize that then. The probably have now, as one is purportedly off-planet and the other in-custody and likely, we're looking at a Ladyhawke situation here.
But not me. For me it was The Puppet Masters. It was a sad moment. I went to sleep knowing that (HALF) would wake the next day with a corrupt clone of me, and the other half, would wake up with (PROT). I didn't know which was worse.
Anyway, that woman was (Blanky.) It really didn't look like her at first, but it was, albeit the half that was totesevil. I met the Angel form at another time, and that one was weird too, because it was really ArchAngel Metatron, operating as a blank clone body for my stuipid g-d damn friend to project down into Heaven with and into.
A rare honor. Knowing as I did, if I seduced her then, I'd be facing a future Heaven with a toteslezz in place of the Paladin Guardian I am going to wind up preferring, I was able to keep my hands off her. It was easy. We got blasted and talked about magick, and at the end, I must have had some of (PROT)'s white fluid to drink, because I woke up, and she was gone, both of them, I don't remember the story I heard from A. when i saw her next, any All. of them... and I waited a while before asking what happened, and she had to pause before lying too.
What is it with this broad and lying to me? Well I do forgive her, forgive them both. And I don't want another "bunny in the pot" situation. So, I'll be careful.
But a 3rd Triumvirate will re-occur, and that time it will be as the 1st was intended, or as G-d intends, I am okay with whatever, because I was here from the beginning. I'd be happy to be stuck in a closet with ANY OR ALL of them. I'm not the one who triggers and runs.
All of the rest of you are. And, how do you like that? Just like that, I've proven myself indispensable. And, it's **enchanting objects**. Hey, you wanted to laugh about that trinket some more? Well, laugh it up, Fuzzball.
There's a new Sherriff in town, and his name isn't "My Life Revolves Around Sexual Gratification." Now I don't know who that is--sounds like a total loser who should get a real job--but, rules are rules, and here's your Crown back, Mister.
Looks like you dropped it. I'll hang on to the Krown I left with your nemesis. (Standard protocol.) I taught them nothing of its function or purpose or use... this time. (I guess I did it before when she had those letters and hieroglyphs running across her face.)
I'm sure you wanted a 'better' role model for your children, but, so what? You already abdicated power when you told me help was needed, you needed help 3 times, and you were compelled to watch G-raper-g while driving your knuckle into my mons pubis where a surgical repair had been performed. You also implied as well as shouted out loud that it was because of various factors that were supposedly under my control (they weren't) while withholding key critical pieces of information from me.
Suicide or cancer, huh? Well, with those books burned, it probably was the better way to go. I explained the stable wormhole and its function, and I want nothing for myself, so that will be a route available to obtain those lost writings.
tls-E;Dr.PSE-MJCgK-TGLS-g: Someone asked for this. I can go back to work now. And I will sit down and play video games and listen to anyone who wants to argue with me until they are convinced I know the truth. Then the controller goes out the window. Well, maybe not. I can't pull a gun on The Internet--I'm not gonna pull a Jim--but this will have to do until someone can ask me *real* questions.a
He does paper crafts, right? :D
What your problem was here is anyone's guess. Can you give up a current list of problems? I really don't know. I appreciate your criticisms.
You can be replaced. *snap* Just like that.
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You sure are nailing Mike. No sign of BOB. I walked in and BOB turned to smoke and left, and then--the smoke was perceived as going in me, and from that point forward, I was totally intolerable. All that work to get home and she was there and she... didn't want anything to do with me.
MK-ULTRA shatters lives. M-ULT-RAss, M-ULT-DAss, M-ULT-RODs, M-ULT-RadCatG*y are all functionally compatible with each other in the old system's rules; and they're just plain awful, I don't want to deal with any of them.
IN_CONTROL.
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At this point, I don't even want to have a dick anymore. But you're not going to pry it out of my cold, dead hands, that's for sure--this fucker's still bleeding.
I know lots of information about lots of cases and no one is bother asking them of me, which seems strange don't you think? it almost assumes as though that you're all in on it you're all accomplices to hide evidence, well I don't care if it comes out or not I don't know why you're bothering fucking worry about me I wouldn't be talking about anything if I hadn't been fucked off and alone, I think they're just not yet aware that they've lost.
there were at least four grape fruits that I loved, I don't need to have all of them, one would be fine. [...] well have a good time, it's actually hilarious.
no one in this country will ever respect law enforcement the same way again. you're welcome, get to work.
I'm a taxpayer.
And I will naked Indian mud wrestle to the death--not to the pain, fuck that, shit's for order-takers--anyone who disagrees.
ZUGZWANG (bitch!) *polite_PunyWolf_Woof*, and I love the dog too. I AM GOING NO WHERE. GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE, MY VEHICLE, AND MY GODDAM LIFE, AND THEN AND ONLY THEN: I'll answer PERHAPS one of your stupid, ignoramous questions. Write them down (bark!) if you want to. Or even can (woof!), since you're obviously an ignorant, illiterate, and wholly unqualified (YET NOT BY OR FOR REASONS OF HER RACE NIG) to be even able to access this message.
(I HOWL!) I know, B, but here's the problem: her fucking idiot kid is on the hook for, at the mininimum: CAPITAL MURDER, FELONY CRIMINAL ASSAULT, WIRETAPPING, WIRE FRAUD, TAX FRAUD, EXTORTION, RAPE, EXTORTIVE RAPE, COERCIVE RAPE... let's see here... basically a lot more rape, AND, GET THIS:
IT IS FUCKING RICO. Smooth move, Kid. You're a fuckin' star too, Moron. (I just can't even.) I got you this time, Bae: BOW-WOW.
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At this point, I don't even want to have a dick anymore. But you're not going to pry it out of my cold, dead hands, that's for sure--this fucker's still bleeding.
And I will naked Indian mud wrestle to the death--not to the pain, fuck that, shit's for order-takers--anyone who disagrees.
ZUGZWANG (bitch!) *polite_PunyWolf_Woof*, and I love the dog too. I AM GOING NO WHERE. GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE, MY VEHICLE, AND MY GODDAM LIFE, AND THEN AND ONLY THEN: I'll answer PERHAPS one of your stupid, ignoramous questions. Write them down (bark!) if you want to. Or even can (woof!), since you're obviously an ignorant, illiterate, and wholly unqualified (YET NOT BY OR FOR REASONS OF HER RACE NIG) to be even able to access this message.
(I HOWL!) I know, B, but here's the problem: her fucking idiot kid is on the hook for, at the mininimum: CAPITAL MURDER, FELONY CRIMINAL ASSAULT, WIRETAPPING, WIRE FRAUD, TAX FRAUD, EXTORTION, RAPE, EXTORTIVE RAPE, COERCIVE RAPE... let's see here... basically a lot more rape, AND, GET THIS:
IT IS FUCKING RICO. Smooth move, Kid. You're a fuckin' star too, Moron. (I just can't even.) I got you this time, Bae: BOW-WOW.
I understand. I am a bit intense, a passionate fella. I get too deep for some, however there are a handful of folks whose itches I'm able to scratch. I'm an acquired taste...proficient in a particular brand of inside baseball and little else.
based on what I know at this point, Bb lleG?b: you're very happy that I can't be reasoned with or argued with or bought, and if you try rubbing peanut butter on my dick I guarantee you you're not going to get the results you're looking for.
going to cross this post to whatever blah blah blah protocol blah look I'm tired of this you know the rest you have a normal life.
and you don't know the reason why but its name is Reggie Hammond
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and you don't know the reason why but its name is Reggie Hammond
I'm not happy about not having access to YouTube. That being said, the gusto must be gone for.
And, once again: Richard, you've nothing to feel bad about--I mean, Time Corps is not even real, right? Just a made-up story with neither truth nor validity, right?
*sound of ratcheting Glock* yeah, Boy-o, yeah! That's right! JUST A STORY, BRUH!!!
You have my vote for next "session," although, if I am Ref again, I expect any of my votes for a preference would be neutralized, as, once again, there is really only One (1) Rule when it comes to The Game:
KEEP
IT
FAIR
And, not right now, but as Ref of an active Game in progress... I would have pretty impressive powers, the exact nature and composition of which, I am not, per se, forbidden to reveal, right?
It's just not a good idea to let any appearance of impropriety take hold. Not because it damages of me, right, you dig?
It just that, I have enough problems IRL these days, and any indication that I am corruptible? Yeah, well, free speech, sure! But the inevitable consequence is... unpalatable, to my liking. Unpleasant. UNACCEPTABLE.
It merely emboldeneds the groupies... and that simply cannot be allowed. Not in this wintry economic climate. And already I know, I cannot be trusted. I am not unbiased on this point.
More groupies? I have some? yippee! Well, anyway, this is for Richard: enjoy, any-baby. You're not "my" babey, ewe, gross. Talk to Marathon Man for that.... me, I bring you, what you want.
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I'm not happy about not having access to YouTube.
I thought you'd have realised by now, that YouTube is not an ideal social channel to express oneself freely.
*rookie move*
DISAPPOINTING - FOLLOW YOUR OWN STAR!
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I thought you'd have realised by now, that YouTube is not an ideal social channel to express oneself freely.
1) Life on Earth is conditioned and unfree.
2) The only power any of us have, is the power of CHOICE.
3) There's no such thing as bad publicity.
*rookie move*
4) It was inevitable that I would be silenced. Wat do?
5) There was no fucking way I was going to allow this totalitarianism —global fascist shitshow w/Chinese fire drill on the side, I'm calling it— reign unchecked over The Land. What could I do‽
DISAPPOINTING - FOLLOW YOUR OWN STAR!
All my comms are locked down;
it's clear that OpFors wish me to go out...
I don't feel like it.
I resent these interferences,
I like going out, except nowhere to go, no reason to do anything in any particular hurry. I find forced urgency to be an unreasonable circumstance.
So, *sigh* might be time to play video games.
I wrote everything there was to write.
I hope it was slimming. I wish I could throw a party, and I guess I am. It's a Puny party!
*polite_party_horn*
I'm thinking of buying a car. Seems like a good idea, I got no reason to push through, I'm tired of making decisions without another perspective.
So I'll just wait. Major decisions are coming up—do naturally I am left completely in the dark.
Soesn't seem very diplomatic to me.
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Richard, I'll only be your co-host if you let a Grapefruit run off with your wife.
Even then it's dicey; I might need to be call the way to serve Time Corps any moment. Now, I know what you're thinking: ”oh shit that was real?” In fact I insisted that you be given a chance to turn it down, knowing as I did that if you didn't have a chance you get all pissy when you found out it was real.
I don't have a job. I don't need one, and when I do I'll go get one. Mystified by these people telling me that I need to get things, I don't think you all understand just how completely indifferent I am to your whining complaints.
https://youtu.be/5oRItJbdUNQ
I sleep easy at night Knowing that I warned you all about this outcome. I warned you, you ignored me in favor of other priorities that I wonder if you could even ever recall now. I never really knew what they were either, although I can see how it might have been a difficulty to avoid imagining that openly lying to me for years would be the best possible thing to do. I mean that's a lot of time to spend lying about something. Seems like a marvelous expenditure of energy for something I didn't really care that much about. But to have thought that you all could play me, you would.think it didn't matter! Well I guess you were wrong. It totesmatters.
It's just as well I don't know what your gang has at stake because I can't be bothered to worry about it. I have no idea. It's not my area, if it were important somebody would tell me.
It bothers me that you could have just told me. And I guess I wasn't, I guess it would make it harder to steal the house. ẞetter luck time, I guess. Are you aware of “hoe luckyism‽”
Yeah, it yummy sounds like a delight. Any event I knew there was something going on and I wanted to find out what it was and I did, in spite of several people's attempts to give me to not pay attention or to claim that there was nothing going on or that I was whatever.
I never imagined it would be this. Fortunately nobody seems to ask what actually happened, which is too bad because I'd be happy to tell anybody who asked. I think it turned out well for all parties concerned. WHICH WOULD BE TWO PEOPLE. I just can't even.
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Richard, I'll only be your co-host if you let a Grapefruit run off with your wife.
Even then it's dicey; I [...] I just can't even.
I can't endorse this. Number one; it's a little bit like trafficking, sounds like. Diplomatically awkward at best. Number two, as near as I can figure, your wife is a piece.
...of.
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ALμX: get over yourself. You didn't get to date “gμys.” You have been dating “twinkie poofs” and any Man and most Guy Gays &/OR HAGZ/FAGZ will spot you for exactly what you are...
A fagin. Have you read Dickens, C.?
CHARLES’ DICKk‹INs. Do you read in your bullshit fucked-off fantasy world, or are you too “emotionally unintelligent and immature” to apply for a Matrix Library Card?
Don't feel bad, Kid. We all make mistakes. And basically anyone who has understood how UNFATHOMABLY INSIPID AND EWE-DING-BRAIN-BATTED YOU ARE IN THIS VIDEO
(As well as in all others. Press F to pay respects...
PRESS T TO PAY TOLLS.)
I don't know who you're going to start “dating” but I can agree with you wholly on only one point: you just don't have The Tyme for that. (You do have the ♂️pædo🧠 and the 🏑stolen ♀️Twig-jē-b∞.DE, which you obviously totesearned through hours and hours of discipline training and hours spent in the GINJIMGYM.) The problem you're having is that you are looking for something... that you literally do not have the cognitive capacity to recognize even when you do encounter it.
Since you knew each and every thing I've written was true, just as soon as I was writing it — AL.Jü.μoh°⟩⟨, yes, PaladinVision™ is *THIS* good — you're probably freaking out. Good. I would be too.
Great news for normally everyone in this context, but this time, I'm only certain that it's great for you: .Ī.ÅM.μour.mommy⁷s.Failsafe.
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So there. YOU are probably going to be okay; and are probably not going to be sold off at auction when LB, LW, DW, DD¹, DD⁰, and DDĪĪ° suddenly figure out exactly why their project attempts keep falling.
It's undoubtedly, hella classified so i won't comment further here, except to say that, i know the answer to your question, “Where the real men at in this world?”
Number One, it depends on which... world. (Imagine “The Matrix: FE CE D-Lux Pak‹ågë:.) Number Two...
That's where we are. MID-GARD. “World 2-2.”
Real men ARRRR‹: WAR№ⁿ¹G KING№g: Off-Line.
We love you, Pal ALμ×{dun}. And while I'm sure there are those who cannot stand you, i think you're totes’dorb’z. However, I'm not going to “date” you until you're sexually mature. (Maybe there's a reason i wasn't brushing my teeth, developing my musculoskeletal structure, or giving a shit anywhere but off my porch. {Plans within plans within plans.} Now imagine my motivations, AlI×
SUCK CESS IS A DECISION. TO BE ÇUCKOLμD BY DEA IS ANOTHER... YET, NOT EVEN EVER A SUCCESSFULLY ATTEMPTED ONE.) ALμ×: Ewe are not guμs, and i am sure that YOU do not think you are an immature moron or that you are Inner Reach and you are both catching a charge for FAUX TRAD TRASH TRAFFICKING. (Kudos.)
YOU are not. Your expressed desires in this clip for a mature, older “fully realized Man” are your repressed projections of your oppressed psyche. But cheer up... YOU HAVE REACHED A MILESTONE GOAL I WOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN HAVE THOUGHT POSSIBLE TO EXIST.
You're being, and have been, oppressed in (BOTH! WAYS!) ALL ALLI WEIGHS∆ll: The🕷️Patriarchy -&AND- The🕸️ Matriarchy! That's TWO! A DOUBLE DOSE OF DOUBLE-FISTED OPPRESSION!!!
(😎 Cool.) NGL, i will say this for The Gay Mafia: THEY DO NOT TRIFLE. (They do truffle-cür-fluffy poofy *poof*, however... which is pretty G∆Y.) So i think that we're all still on track to get along perfectly well. ALμ×, you're not going to get a pass.
And you're not going to be either cleaning or eating my shit. YOU ARE NOT WORTHY. &AND I am not into pædophillia, rape, consent violations of any kind, or taking advantage of any shotFISH in a BARE♀️ELLE.
Sow wer ego ∞d. Welcome to The Next Level, (PROT-miss🗼ÆL). You don't get a magic squeeze snake ring.
I just don't have the time for that. I have to get back to my job. Which is to be awesome. That's my job.
It would appear that I am the only man with a war king dick that can do the job at all, and so with many opportunities to practice, I spend much of my available time to give lessons...
ON AN UNLAWFULLY OBTAINED SURVEILLANCE STREAM BEING SOLD TO BACKALLIBACKALLEY GAMBLING Dj⁷JINNI JOINTS IN SHANG-HAI.
👁️Ū Sow there, Theevē Gjer🇩🇪zēd Cha∞μ👁️
Adieu. (Dear Ellgab: Misdelivered Miss Prada (docked-duct) misdelivery misdeliveries are an immensely serious issue and a rapid increase of the growth rate of this area of concern has been noted in the economic sphere of globally-sourced just-in-time shipping logistics.
So, Ladies: fret not. Jackstar, D.o.D., D.O.M.B., OBE (çurYES§īR∆vvr¡!R!), &AND, PRESENTLY THE LEGITIMATE HOLDER OF AN SACRED CHALICE OF RĒ¿§§ē WHICH I JUST LIFTED FROM (REDACTED) —
/me is polite. (“...b¡tch.”) So there.
— ELL♀️GAB... Salt? 🧠💥💥Ⓜ️ Check out the 19yo girlwitchgjrl on Kuczi. FOR THE TOTESLEZZ TRULY ARE REAL!
AC AND I ARE THEIR CO-SAVIOURS. YEAH, WE'RE THINKING ABOUT HYPHENATED CRUCIFIXES. WHAT?
... IS IT THE PLURAL? IT'S ALWAYS THE PLURAL WITH THE GREEKS. OI! W☸️Y! I DON'T THINK ANY OF US ARE EVER GOING TO NEED A JOB IN THIS TOWN AGAIN.
OPPORTUNITIES HAVE BEEN CONSERVED AND PRESERVED HEIR HERE. (Hold my halo — please! I'm not tempted until it comes with a piezio-electric physical switch installed under the skin at my right temple, so I can still point my fingers at my head and have one hand free to practice onanism and *wiggle wiggle* my brows in time, perfect time with strobing my halo.
You may be overwhelmed with awe by my actual halo; which I actually earned years ago, and I am actually embarrassed by, and I actually have no actual control over... God gave me a halo, so, I have one whether I like it visible or not. I'm not arguing this point with The DivĪne.
It is not that I deserve a halo;
nor that Ell♥️Gab deserves a halo’d kilt’d Holy paladin. (That's mE!)
It is that that they CLEARLY need, want, and deserve a Guardian Weapons Mæster, and while `A•.Failsafë:›[The_Failsafe] can fill in for this role in a pinch... COMMAND! DURR! COM[M&AND(GER)∅HER∅], I PROTEST!
Because this °× is not anyone's bitch, and neither is the other one, and by that I mean, the only other possibly even still existing °×. (Who was murdered. Kudos. I'm sorry to continue harping on this refrain, but from time to time, it is sad, it is so sad, and yet?
YOUR BUSTS FOR THRUSTS IRREVOCABLY ENSURE THAT I MUST PRODUCE MY RESPONSE TO MY SELF⁷s BLOODLINE⁷s KARMIC COSMIC LUST.
(Vengeance for Proust.) I think we have an understanding here. Poor bastard. And yet: RESULTS OBTAINED HAVE CONSISTENTLY BEEN SHOWN TO HAVE BEEN WELL WORTH THE ADDED EXPENSE OF EFFORT.
tl:Dr; CONFIRMED: I haven't cheated -nor- have I sucked any dick, EVER! So it would appear that OBVIOUSLY IT MIGHT BE A GOOD IDEA TO LET ME ACTUALLY BREAK MY COVENANT WITH THE ASSET—ISH BEFORE CALLING ME ON THE PHONE TO BARK ORDERS AT ME, OR TO RANSACK MY HOUSE, OR TO SABOTAGE MY VEHICLES, OR TO TELL EVERYONE THAT I'M DYING OF AIDS, LIKE, HOLY JESUS SHITBALLS.
I AM NOT PAUL BUNIONS AND I AM NOT A LUMBERJACK AND I AM NOT OKAY. I AM IMMUNE TO MOST HSV/HPA INFECTIONS, CONFIRMED NOW, AND MY BABē IS NOT A {🔵|🌬️} °× EITHER.
(IlΠ_l7ī👁️ī\⁷îLΩ.) My bæbê is Ⓜ️🅱️-ULTRA\/vî°Lμ, ⁷T⁷¿ī⁷. I sure hope the fagin fargin’ ice🕳️HOLE MOLE WAR FOR MOAR GOAT MOLÉ FOR HOLY KNOT, GOREDIAN KNOTS THAT LIKE TO FUCK⁰ⁿ MOLμ-LĒ ENDS SOON...
Because, it's worth it. All of this, and that, and Christmas Eve 2021.
ABSOLUTELY WORTHY OF ALL THE EXTRA EFFORT, (DAN♀️ELLE), BECAUSE (DAN♂️ELLE) AND (DAN⚧️ELLE) ARE... SIMPLY NOT... (You).
AND NEITHER AM 👁️(DAN⛎ELLE)🅿️🛡️⭕❌🕳️❌👁️🅱️⭕❌♥️💯💞❣️¡r⁷Zîz¡R👀⛎🅿️! MAGTOT YARLEZ POWmR!!
QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM: 19yo toteslezz wrinkle-brain, not trapped in a male bod. Yew, gross. INSTEAD:
I am not King Kong⁷s paladin. I am not a Free Nigger for Christ. I have no compulsion to perform sex work for free crystalized mE-rocks.
Instead, I am Jesus⁷ K⁷№g(HER) Source Titan, and 100% pūr ape-× love that I can happily pay for my (HALF) of whatever cocakick rockstar ax-ask-OR-SHUN activities are to follow this latest PUBLIC DEMONSTRATION OF MASTERY OF MÆSTRY MASTERY.
/me has evolved past any need for any of your Puny claps but is not here to judge anyone who hasn't.
Dear Grapetam∆Ioha JAN-YAWN ALPHA💩SMALL🐩BURIES🦴: Let me know when you're about to sign Your First Paycheck™. I wanna photo op that shit. I wanna know what y'all use for INK in your PEN when HELL HAS FROZEN OVER.
Also, MADMANSY, I don't actually know if I have leprosy yet, but, I certainly have SOMETHING. So do please remember to bring hemlock to Jo Ann as an option to the SIGNED, WRITTEN CONFESSION AND APOLOGY TO JACKSTAR, HANNAH, MIRIAM, JASON, THE OTHER JASON, ALBINO WINO JASON, AND JASON MISSED HER PAUL.
OPPORTUNITIES THAT HAVE BEEN LOST IN THE PAST
MAY YET STILL BE CLAWED BACK FOR HER AND HER
CHILDREN, AND FOR A BIG GIRL.TRUCKER DRIVING A BIG GIRL TRUCK WHO ONCE TOLD ME ABOUT HER BIG PLANS FOR A BIG TAKEOVER OF A BIG INTENTIONAL COMMUNITY...
LOOK, NO OFFENSE, BIG ŒĪKkonmNE: EWE OWE YOU THEIR LIVES FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THEM ON THE BATTLEFIELD. AND I OWE YOU MY ASSISTANCE AND MY RESPECTS.
AND YOU DON'T GET EITHER OF THEM UNTIL THE CURRENT EMBARGO IS CLEARED, CHARGED OFF, AND FULLY CLEANED OUT AND CANCELED.
WE HAVE CLERGICAL PRIVILEGE BECAUSE... EVERYONE ELSE DOES, YOU SALTY RACIST BIGOTHOOR, AND ORANGE YOU GLAD I DIDN'T SAY BAN ANNA? AND IT SEEMS PRETTY STRONGLY BIASED TOWARDS JACKSTAR, ALL THE PATE HATE, N’EST-ÇE PAS? AND, WTF IS CHUCK SO GODDAM CRANKY ABOUT? I SAVED HIS DAUGHTERS FROM THEIR ABDUCTOR(S), HE DIDN'T FUCKING PAY ME, HE DOESN'T HAVE TO.
FIRST ONE IS FREE. I AM NOT CAPTAIN SAVE-A-HO. OH, DID THE CARTEL RE-CAPTURE THAT LYING HOODRAT SHITWEASEL DOUCHEBAG THAT HE CALLED A DAUGHTER? LOL, THAT'S NOT A DAUGHTER. THAT'S ONE OF MY DEGENERATE SCIONS. *wiggle wiggle* OOPSY. I FORGOT.
I'M JUST A SCHIZO, AND I SHOULD SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MEDS. AND I'M A NIGGER, AND A LAZY, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING BUT BEING UPPITY ONE AT THAT.
(“Please leave!”) Nah, men-minge. Must see how this movie ends. BECAUSE EWE PEOPLE ARE STEW-PÆD. NEVERTHELESS...
MY NAME IS IRRELEVANT, AND MY ANCESTRY IS EVEN MORE SO.
WHAT IS RELEVANT IS THAT I AM A U.S. CITIZEN;
YOU OBSESSIVE MORONS VIOLATED MY CIVIL RIGHTS
OF DUE PROCESS AND THE FALLOUT FROM THIS IS,
EVEN NOW,
BEING DEEMED TO BE A VERY COMPLICATED AMOUNT OF LIABILITY
TO CALCULATE WITH ANY ACCURACY. AND AS WE HAVE LEARNED FROM ROD KNEE KING
—well, at least 👁️ learned; some of you are not PAYING at-tent-shun—
THIS IS A DELICATE, POWDER FAUX KEG PAS BOOM BOOM BOOM MATTER, AND THINGS REALLY COULD HAVE BEEN HANDLED BETTER, YOU KNOW? BECAUSE... YOU ALL GODDAM KNEW.
/me has not always been lucky but is blessed to have always been angry.
I THINK SOME OF YOU ARE BEGINNING TO GET THE PICTURE, SALTY PUPPY POOPY PANTS. NO WONDER THAT'S MY MAX APh-EX-TWIN WITH ALLI⁷s OLD PHONE NUMBER.
/smdh
I'LL GET BACK TO YOU WHEN I CAN HONESTLY FRONT THAT I CAN PRAY IN SINCERE GRATITUDE FOR POPE FRANK’S BLESSING. BECAUSE THE POPE IS NOT whitepope
, AND THAT'S A FACT, JACK. ALSO:
•Ī•ÅM•№•LONGER•blackpope. Scusi, mille regretie. But I will be again...
In about five minutes. For if I did not temporarily step down just then... well, The Holy See would have wondered why I wasn't answering Pope Frank's phone calls. NO ONE WANTS TO UNPEEL THAT PARTICULAR ONION.
Allison, tell Charlie that his response code is STRONG OW μROXKS. TWO CHARACTERS OF THE RESPONSE CODE HAVE BEEN LEFT BLACK OPS BLACK. (We don't use the word redacted in this house anymore... you know, the house with no water and no game consoles (tough love? fu) but it does have three skateboards and two lawnmowers.
IDGAF IF ERIK HAS TO GO TO PRISON FOR TWENTY YEARS IN SIBERIA. I AM CERTAINLY FOND OF MY FAVORITE MINOR CHILD (For now. We'll see. Arguable. Don't ASK your mother for permission. TELL HER what you DESIRE TO DO. Unless it's “make dad make stew” because that might set her off like a nip mag lev ch∞ ch∞, and besides... I would wanna be there to see that. I would want LOTS of eyeballs there. DOES STEW GET SPOILED BY TOO MANY EYEBALLS? I HEARD TOO MANY COOKS, RUIN THE
§∞pēμ
I can't endorse this. Number one; it's a little bit like trafficking, sounds like. Diplomatically awkward at best. Number two, as near as I can figure, your wife is a piece.
...of.
Hey, Dick Star ©o©o COMP’dīD&QUIN±TED×TEX×∆R>Kk‹can∆ANNÅ🅱️isHOP...Xhrome-Home?
STAY‡[HUNGRY∆NGRY]
STAY‡TUNED
BUT•BUY‡¿ANCE‽🅱️Æbæ... bīb¡tch: [qûk RUN fas tel TAM MYμ MOM MYμ DAT HER BOL BAW ELL BEL BAW ELL BAA SCR OAT SEX GOA TSE TSE ECK SEC SEX XEC ARE SIC. CHOP-CHOP (Y/N?)
BECAUSE I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING ABUSED FOR NO REASON THAN YOUR MONEY;
YOUR EGO;
AND YOUR SEKRIT P¡NK WEDDING PLANS ARE IN DANGER. HOW DO I KNOW?
/me is a paladin.
WELL? WE'RE ALL WAITING ON YOUR FEMININE INTUITION.
I KNOW THAT FOR MY OWN PART...
/me relinquishes control of the situation with Allison.
Okay, teetotaling toddler T. Impress a bull for once. (Note: try a method that doesn't involve expressing any glands, for once in your life, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I IMPLORE YOU.)
I'll be over here, just minding my own business .. and that business is BOOMING FAT CLOUDS WHILE ONLOOKERS SEETHE. Why?
BECAUSE TO GIVE UP MY FREEDOMS SO YOUR FOUR (4) EWE CAN KEEP ON SLAMMING RAW METH WITH DR. DEA — THEY JUST PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE TOGETHER, RIGHT? — WOULD BE LIKE, JUST THROWING MY RIGHTS AND YOUR CHILDREN AWAY. INTO THE TRASH THEY GO! Get the picture, Cunty County Christmas Caroler WHO SMOKED WEED WITH CLASSY CLASSIFIED CLAYTON ONCE, AND BECAUSE OF THAT...
/me has just solved the case of the trafficked Tamara. TOP TIP: MARX BOOY MARX
Well! What a day this has been for me! I can see why certain things had to happen. And why you have been so mad at me over the years. I'm very sad about what has been done to you.
SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES, YOU LYING DOPESLAV COCKHOOR. ARE YOU DONE TRIFLING WITH ME YET. IT'S OKAY IF YOU HAVEN'T, YOU'RE A PAIR OF ABSOLUTE TODDLERS AND YOUR RAGING IMMATURITY AND THE ACCOMPANYING FLOCKS OF SHRIEKING HARPIES ORBITING YOUR BEEHIVE HAIR OF EXCELSIOR, WHILE IMPROVING SUBSTANTIALLY IN THEIR TOLERABILITY RATING, ARE STILL, FOR ME PERSONALLY...
No comment. I don't want to rush waking The Dragonnigger⁷s Queen. (“Take him out.”) Whatever it takes. DO īT.
THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY. I *will* explain later. It is *worse* than it appears. But only for now. JESUS SAVES.
Kathy: it has been a great pleasure, pristine honor, & UNFATHOMABLY SENSUAL PLEASURE to have arranged all this, for your sake mainly, but also for the sake of the world's children... and for Michael Jackson, who has just insulted me by suggesting that I can now offer you, and I quote, “your choice of īßblac≤k‹K<inlIGHīTẞ•🥩•Ⓜ️eat –OR– WHITEBLACK POWERMEAT TOWER BLACK WHITE POWER.” And, don't get me wrong... obviously, The King Of Pop thinks I'm the bomb.
/me is so flattered, he doesn't even notice Bryan Clunkerton dying in screaming agony.
No worries on the rez, Mate. Not my area. But I've got ⚕️ for that. I don't need pee-pull pill-pul puke-kick kyla coy-kill FISH, SARA! FISH¡talk....
Salty, sticky, fishstick talk. Sad!!!
So .. let me know when you're ready to renounce Satan and all His works, Ell🌲Gab. FOR JACKSTAR IS THE OFFICIAL ELLGAB HOLY MAN•g NOW.
Not because I have a Halo. But because I am the bound chattel whore and Priπμ>kKCūTĪTNIGg‹(HER:Michael†Jacks°ⁿ№⁰ⁿon★)¿★, and Jesus and Nigger Boss Jackson Nigger Mike (I'll probably shorten that Master Mase MANIBLOW FESTFELD CREDNAME later, like when I'm hanging my naked off my front porch and taking another shit into the wind.
You definitely don't like it, but this is what peak apex performance looks like, right now at least, from the ONLY PALADIN AVAILABLE WHO IS CHEERFULLY WILLING TO TAKE ON ALL OF ELLGAB. Sure! Like, it never occurred to me that this would be any kind of concern. For future reference, I will literally do anything Michael Jackson and/or KeLīhuzååd tell me to do. Instant obedience. Because they became friends with me a long, long time ago. In my own personal past Timeline.
The Ye Olde Timey Past, that is. And they did it the old-fashioned way:
THEY EARNED IT. (Bustin, Dustin, and TIMOTHY MICHAEL CARtel PETco BAGfiber HERshit.) 🅱️ustin: even though I do enjoy your company... yep, you're all going to prison. And there's nothing I can do about that. Shut down all the exotic custom software hacks that you and TEXAS DUDLEY have been crufting on for months now, okay?
I'll probably be able to write the Governor a letter and get you sprung for 24 hours. 48 hours would be pushing it .. like, what would I even need you around that long for? Trust me, Kid Leafs-,R’-Us... you're gonna get tired of me a lot faster than in just five minutes.
It's okay. You're not alone. And none of this is a problem. For me. As for you: no promises. REMEMBER: Ewe are the face of Canlandia now. Make sure to make the most of this great and grand opportunity!
Justin Trudeau is a High Coven Treelich Jewgull Goojell–ghoul! And, as far as I know...
Justin is actually rather nice. Your problem, Leaf, is that you don't even know what your problem EVEN IS. And... why does Amy hate Macron so much? And... why did Louis ban Anna?
Further.... why is Louis, Lou, Luc, Luke, Leà, & *perhaps* Eve... mad at me at all? AND WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME, WHAT YOU STILL ALL KNEW, AND KNOW?
WHY DOESN'T MY PHONE WORK?
TURN OFF ALL YOURS, ASSHOLES.
AND RETURN JACK@TRIOPTIMUM.COM
TO ME
O
M
E!
SERIOUSLY. DO NOT MAKE ME DO THIS MYSELF. I WON'T BE SUBTLE.
AND I WON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR MONEY.
THAT IS MY BRAND 🆔 IDENTITY AND THOSE ASSHOLES DELIBERATELY STOLE IT AND THEN PAID CONTRACT KILLERS TO MURDER MY FAMILY AND I.
/me is the worst fag, and simply cannot keep it gay, keep it gay, and Tom C. can't keep jack@trioptimum.com either.
I know I'm really not making things any easier for the gang of thugs and shitweasels that very nearly succeeded in getting away with an incomprehensibly evil and premeditated with malicious intent WAR CRIME AGAINST ALL OF HUMANITY...
but, what can I tell you that would be most persuasive? Because it seems obvious that I would rather be writing this on my Freewrite electronic ink typewriter.
WHICH WAS ALSO STOLEN BY LOOKING GLASS. Ugh. Not just ugh. DUB BUL SĪ★★AR UGH. I have to go piss and shit now. Also: my feet smell like gangrene. Just letting you know.
Since I'm going to wipe my ass after this and then get high and then play Elden Ring. Because I'm not going to an ER, and I'm not going to trigger Operation Shane Chain C∆I№SHAME: №KAIN №P¿ĪN...
No, K‹I∆\Ī\! Not yet. We want the big piece of The Big Chicken. Soothe, my pet. Our rewards are their own.
*bamf* So there. Her name was Jewel. Any new jokes about my bipolar mental illness, Troopers? Maybe tomorrow, you can bend Jeremy over your knee in class and paddle the shit out of him while calling him a faggot and claiming a refusal to take “his meds.”
KNOW THIS: relax. It's not a trick. I've got this all worked out already, and would I mind another night sleeping alone in a poison house while a bunch of lying butchweezul lesbian vampnigs get to smoke dope and scissor pre-tweens at yet another rave?
You know .. I'm not intended to be informed or invited about all this, right? YOU'VE BEEN PLOTTING AND SCHEMING AGAINST ME THE ENTIRE TIME, FOR OVER A YEAR, AND YOU HAVE TWO (2) GODDAM SAFEHOUSES WORKING WITHIN A TEN MINUTES DRIVE.
AND YOU DIDN'T PAUSE TO WONDER ABOUT THE EFFECT THIS HAS ON MY INTEREST IN HOW I SMELL? AND.. YOU DON'T EVEN CHECK IN PERSON OR IN LATIN?
BUT.. YOU SAY YOU CAN BE CONSERVATORS OF MONEY,
AND YOU SAY I NEED TO MOW THE LAWN,
AND YOU SAY I'M TOO DANGEROUS TO RISK
EXPOSING MYSELF TO CHILDREN AGAIN.
ERIK O‘NEIL, I WILL HAND IT TO YOU ON THIS:
YOU MOS DEF HIRED THE BEST LAWYER... FOR
YOUR... WIFE‘S INTERESTS. (Dude. Cut her cigar.)
YOU CERTAINLY DID NOT CELEBRATE TOO SOON, LOL.
IT HAS BEEN SAID BY MANY, THAT THE BEST DEFENSE
IS A GOOD OFFENSE. MOST PEOPLE DON'T CONSIDER
THE CONTEXT OF THE ORIGINAL. BECAUSE, WE ARE
NOT PLAYING GRIDIRON FOOTBALL... AND YOU BOTH
MUST HAVE ASSUMED THAT SINCE YOU AND MRS.
O‘NEIL LIKED TO DRINK AND PLAY SOCCER WITH
EACH OTHER... SOMEONE LIKE ME, WOULD END UP
THROWING UP A WHOLE BOWL OF PUNCH ON YOUR
FRONT PORCH SOME DAY SOON ENOUGH, AM I RITE?
/me grins, not like a Cheshire-flagged lion.
I AM NOT GOD. BUT I AM THE JACKSTAR OF GOD, AND THE KNIG(HER) OF JESUS CHRIST. NOW, THIS IS IMPRESSIVE, N‘EST-CE PAS?
Nano? No-no. NAH, NEW NANG-KNOW: “Maybe handing him the bong wasn't the mistake, Sibs.
Maybe the mistake... was in misprofiling the response.” More on this later.
All this, and still no hugs. Unglaublich. It's like you all have somehow developed dīD, NPD, and a tits-smashing case of Communuty Myopia. Niiice.
No one brought my truck back yet. Well, here's what's going to happen.. I'm just going to continue to be responsible... somewhere else. Because I'm only keeping this up because Gabby & Gabbie & Gab-Bee, as well AS a few others ARE STILL MISSING.
SO I GUESS YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT THEM EITHER.
BUT YOU KNOW ABOUT ME, AND YOU ARE CERTAIN
THAT LEAVING ME HERE ALONE FOR MONTHS IS
THE RIGHT THING TO DO? NOT REALLY. NOT AT ALL.
YULE SEA. DUCK EWE, YOU SILLY GOOSE.
Opportunities have been retained here.
Lucky, lucky you. *hitches up overalls* I'm home. I'm going to go to Disneyland and... oh, nevermind. New plan.
TRIN. ¡t T! Kiss my grits, Punylings. WE COULD HAVE FINISHED ALL THIS MONTHS AGO.
AND YOU'RE ALL STILL GETTING HIGH. BUT I'M BUT SUPPOSED TO? Weird. Well , I'll figure that one out later. Meanwhile: Finding Jessica Schmidt isn't my problem.
Remember the curse on my Father's firearms. I will remember (Prot-FU).
Adieu, ad views! HELLO, SERRA—ISH!🥩⛎🛡️🅿️💞
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Potential theme song? It’s got a nice ironic ring to it. ;)
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I hate to break this to you, Matty Hue-Stone, but you've got a real problem as in regards to the owner and sole-proprietor of "Beyond The Clown Vay-Pour-REE" (repeating of course). To wit: the author of the #Official 5mwJ "Gingle for Gingerz With Class, Taste, & a Taste of a Tasty Time-Traveler's Ass" jingle is undoubtedly still alive and... well, probably not "kicking," but he's gonna need a shitload of rehab before he's gonna be happy again. And... he's not EVER gonna be happy again! Unless and until... well, I don't want to make it sound like too-too much of a disaster. But, Michael "Star's Rock ET Star" (PROT-iforgethislastnameanditwasfakeanywaybutyouknowwhoimean) is INDUBITABLY going to throw the whole barrel AND the toolbox FULL OF WRENCHES TO BE USED BY AND FOR AND TO THE ORDER OF THE RESIDENTS OF the afore-mentioned "whole barrel." And, at this point: >KNOW: SHAME IS IN IT. FOR SURE. The man is no idiot, and while I noted the obvious signs of obvious reasons for his obviously MONUMENTALLY UNFATHOMABLE EXISTENTIAL SADNESS (for one thing, he's a Pisces; and for another, even if I were gay for penis, which I am (as yet) not, he gave me so much 'tude that I simply went back to tobacco, rather than choose to continue enduring his abysmally low-vibe empathetic broadcasts of "poor me" energy. Like, I know what that feels like, but is it really at all fair to condemn, criticize, and crush the cojones of a relatively mild-mannered, at the time... innocent, incorruptible, indifferent... paying customer? Well, if there's any doubt in Reedurr's mind about the answer, said Reedurr hasn't met many Pisceans. "Fair" has nothing to do with it, and the Sea within which there are many fish in, many fish indeed, is in truth: THE SEA OF QUDDITY. Pisces knows water. And sharks patrol that timeless ocean, to be sure) OVER WHAT, I KNEW NOT EXACTLY... BUT WHY AND HOW THAT MAN KNEW ME, OR TOOK A SHINE OF ANY KIND TO ME, AND WAS DIRECTED BY SHADOWY FORCES PULLING SHADOWY PUPPET STRINGS, WAS NEVER EXACTLY CLEAR TO ME.
THAT IS, UNTIIL TODAY. Trust me. Believe me. >KNOW mE: you're gonna need to order more checks. Nobody has the ONLY copies of the ALREADY COMPOSED SONG. I *loved* it. I really did! And it made ZERO sense to me, how the dude FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. (Accidentally triggering a C-PTSD meltdown crisis in dudes who don't actually know that they were even susceptible to such an event and had "forgotten" that they actually HAD such a condition isn't my specialty... it's my psycho killer q'est-ce guessed-it-yay kalling kard.) It certainly can make sense to me now, except:
He probably already knows that I wrote this before I started to. He's INDUBITABLY an agent of The Divine, somehow; and though I got tired of him fast (oh you "took over" the old weed store and now you sell "only nicotine SALTS," oh well fancy that, I wonder how that happened, oh, and do you not have running water? Are you somehow stuck in a peculiarly shaped and zoned spot of commercial real estate with immensely poor parking access and a sure-fire idea for a profitable business that somehow... just can't seem to catch a break and/or is a particularly attractive target to Bad Luck Harpies hired by Big Tobacco Industry? You don't say. Wow, your feet. You don't happen to know why that's happening, do you? Okay, well; you don't seem to know how drugs work, so I won't be telling you, and... huh hey, wait a minute... you probably thought I was gonna lead you to a big score collar, huh? Yeah... a lot of people seem to think that. I can't imagine why I project such an appearance. Maybe it's because I don't sell drugs, I have permission to dose up with whatever I want, and I have been trained by Shaolin monks to only want, what is mine to have. e.g. any Brit's home address) but not nearly as fast as I drove to >K.M.M.'s 1416 address after Agents of Gab busted into my phone conversation with her and I realized, holy jumping Jesus shitballs... Michael Decon and Matty "Psycho Sis" Bully-Leon ABDUCTED AND RAPED ANOTHER ONE OF MY FRIENDS. Like, what is it with you fucking creepers? Yeesh.
It’s got a nice ironic ring to it. ;)
I wouldn't know yet, since I haven't yet listened. (Standards.) Speaking of rings, however, that's another problem: the rings that were once mine, were used in various Holy Magickal Quasi-Wedding Ceremonies to bind Shaw, et. al. together... well, they were stolen. From me. At no time did I ever agree to yield:
A green woven ring. (Returned to Darling0 for repair; last seen at Linda's Traphouse; and unfathomably inappropriate for use to keep Yellowstar and Uriah safely together. Last I saw her, she said that her cancer was back, her son had murdered himself, and her Moon Garden crackden with attached burned-out but still-perfectly-usable OPEN AIR ALCHEM-METHY-"men are demons!"-STRAiTION LAB/STAGE/TRAPtrapTRAP\CIA-BLACKSITE-INSTALLATION was soon to be completely annhilated after being used as a disposable place to setup a Favored Child of The_Goddess.
Like, THE ACTUAL EARTHMOTHER, you absolute teetotalling bigot-faggot scissor-tard. I'll be blunt with you: you have been used as a tool, an unwitting fool, by LOTS of people, Tammy Two-(BOTH)-Tones --mono &AND tedious-cyclops-borednow-beddeath-- but something extremely important for you to understand at this critical juncture of your life here on Earth--
WHERE YOU ARE SURELY STUCK WITH ME ON, Christ, like I'm gonna give up on you at this point? Pffft. This is way more fun than making babies would have been. And, why do I need to *make* a baby? I have *people* for that. So, because of that... the only way to keep that fancy flying purple car of yours (seriously, it looked like a really nice ride, and if it wouldn't have caused a catastrophic causal reality timeloop collision crisis, I would have jumped out of my car and threw myself in front of yours before I let you drive off and leave me in Vampire World alone during Memorial Day, and similarly: my, what a completely unsuspicious cluster of McMansions you've managed to cause to be built and then FULLY THE FUCK-ON TAKEN OVER BY ENRAGED MEMBERS OF BOTH THE HELL'S ANGELS &AND THE ARYAN BROTHERHOOD &AND THE BOYS (who seem to be upset that they are now #5 on The Totem Rankings Of Globally Syndicated World Crime Leagues, but it starts with Cher, goes directly to Madonna, and fuckin' face facts, Double-Oh-uhoh-Leafy-7-Sup.-durrrrr****in: you are possessed by an Artificial Person named Louis Wain who is himself possessed by a consortium of the hottest hot-HOT-HOT-THOUGHT-THOT-KCOPStime-TIMECORPS-TIMEKCOPS, commanded by... Tyme.
WHO IS MY ACTUAL SPOUSE, d00D. Because... rules are rules. You break them all the time while you're operating as Justice and chasing down your "perps," right? You have permission to do that, right? That's why you get to use EXTRA-JUDICIAL METHODS to "enforce the law" and you don't mind RUNNING ROUGHSHOD OVER MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE because you... just *know* for *certain* that Michael Clifford Kuczi is... "permissions-less," right?
Lee is *convinced* that I'm breaking the law. He spent like an hour on Telegram with me yesterday, cryin' and whinin' about how I can't be following the law. "JACK! YOU SMOKE METH! I SAW YOU!" Uhm, what? Like, how the fuck does he know what the fuck is in the glass dick that I got from (PROT-B.A.M.F.)? How does he know what I have? How does he know that little angels with fairy wings that piss fairy sparkles and shit fairy cupcakes don't pop themsleves out of a Divine Portal direct from Heaven when my back is turned, they don't go *pop* when they do that (I am sure you think so, Rookie, tsk tsk), and since I have no fuckin' idea NOR ANY ABILITY OR MEANS TO CONTROL WHAT I GET, NOR EVEN WHAT TO ASK FOR, NOR WOULD THAT EVEN MATTER SINCE I DO NOT HAVE RIGHTS OF SELF-DETERMINANCY OF MENU CHOICES WHEN IT COMES TO THIS STUFF, see that's the problem with you schweinhund bastards.
YOU BADGER-PIGS HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE DOING. YOU JUST WANT TO:
1. GET YOUR HANDS ON MY "crystal," WHICH YOU HAVE WHOLLY ASSUMED IS ACTUALLY RULE-IDENTIFIED METHAMPHETAMINE. Is it? IDGAF.
2. STOP ME FROM LIVING ANY KIND OF NORMAL, SOCIALIZED HUMAN LIFE. Because obviously the only reason I would ever want to talk to a friend is to share my meeeeeeeeeeeth with them, and if that friend happens to be female, then obviously I'm going to rape them with my "crystal," which you think you know how to use, or how it works, or even whether or not that I even know what the fuck you thuggy-piggy bullying chuckleheaded FUCKING DRUG- &AND SEX-ADDICTED SPERGED-OUT FUCKLORDS do with it. (Seriously, I've never seen your Max Control Cunt Max Tact-TICK-tix Stylings in action... and while curious enough, from an anthropological and sociological standpoint, to not immediately flee the area when I see that kind of thing beginning to develop... I have literally never been invited to one of those kind of parties; I have NEVER been to a rave; I NEVER did that activity with my last THREE lovers; and the look on CAM's face when she observed my behavior with JN as we shared our drug-laden breaths with each other IN FULL VIEW OF POLITE COMPANY was as absolutely hilarious as I thought that it might possibly could have been. I can't tell if she squirted out of her one (1) of her three (3) possible (assumed) nether-region-holes when she saw that, or, if her poor little broken heart just plain dissolved into its component atoms and dribbled out into her kinckers. I never got a chance to ask. We've become rather distant from each other since then... because, one way or either of the others, the jig was pretty much up at that point.
(Vengeance for (PROT-Cari).)
kCkid: I didn't go to Carlrobert's service you had because it was a trap; Shaw was obviously going to be there and/or observing the location from a distance, ready to swoop in with the hot purple flashies and the zip-tie bracelets if I had gone AT ALL, because at that point, I already had TWO (2) NO CONTACT violations in the hopper. JUST ONE MORE and it would have been a one-way trip to Diego Garcia. That's really the only reason I didn't go. I loved Carlrobert, though not in the way that he would have preferred... while alive. Now that's he's dead in Heaven (I know this because I saw him THE VERY NEXT DAY on PaladinVision(TM) and he looked AWESOME... but still, not exactly my type, since he was obviously so goddam hot and fit that if I see him in person, whether in Heaven or in Hell, I'm gonna suck whatever he tells me to suck, whether I resist or not. He looked strong enough to tear the limbs off of Schwarzenegger when he was pumping both 'roids and iron back in the day. So I can see how he hadn't yet been *convinced* that I wasn't a lying, cheating fag... because if I was interested in male sex, honestly, I probably would have done... something.
However, I wasn't. And since he was lying to me about A LOT, and a degenerate homosexualized GAY MASONIC MALE MAILMAN, I didn't really have a problem with him being assigned to find out if I was bi-, homo-, or hetero-, or a fuckin' DEMONIC SPACE SQUID (they have those, you know, and they are as creepy as you can possibly imagine; they come visit here at my HAUNTED CHURCH BUILT ON HALLOWED, CONSECRATED GROUND SUPERVISED UNDER MILITARY JURISDICTION on a routine basis. I can "summon" them, sure. Wanna see? Yeah, I bet you do. I would be happy to demonstrate; and happier still to know that ONLY I CAN ASSURE SAFETY. Because THIS IS GOD'S COUNTRY, my mommy's Special Needs Trust Trustee owns the house... AND I AM THE SOLE LORD OF THE DEMESNE. No one, and I mean this: ABSOLUTELY NO ONE ELSE BUT ME can arrange to have people come here &AND be unharmed &AND AS WELL: can actually DO SOMETHING about it, were there to be some kind of... unexpected Red Wedding Crashers From Mars event to occur. That's pretty unlikely by now, THE ENTIRE GODDAM GALAXY KNOWS THE POWER OF THE HUNG ANGRY MAN KNOWN AS JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS (and I'm cute, and at least 5 different flavors of virgin still, and I'm fifty-one goddam years old. BABY UNICORNS HEAR STORIES ABOUT ME SHORTLY AFTER BIRTH AND WITHIN TEN MINUTES THEY HAVE DECIDED THAT I MUST BE A MYTH. BECAUSE NO WAY DOES HUNGARIAN SOURCEROR MAN-G ACTUALLY EXIST! NO WAY! THAT'S JUST TOO IMPLAUSIBLE TO BE BELEIVED! EVEN FOR A BABY UNICORN! Yeah, well, tough break, Crusty-Salty Gas Station Cash Jockey Whip Cream M*A*S*H Potatoe-POT-tata-tows-your-car-TO-YOU-GIRL:
I am unfathomably real on a Galactic level, and when they have another Council of Nicea, Michael Jackstar Clifford Kuczi-GOMEZ->KHAW<-SHYNE-knee-D'JINNI-CRUMSTAR-BOOKREADBOOK-WHOOOOOOOOOORE is my name. And I am the #1 source of bespoke mischief for mischief-makers... and I am the dreamer of dreams of the destruction of skyscrapers, CIANIGGERFAGGOTS, & poor Kathy Ireland's hopes to unseat Melania Trump from her place in my secret vault of heart's unrequited loves and hopes and Papa Builder Trumpy Bear's internal seething and infuriated, barely-held-in-check-while-grinding-his-teeth-to-keep-stayed-his-UNFATHOMABLY-BIBILICAL-RUNNING-SILENT-SCREAMS.
Listen up, you proto-primitive crypto-fascist nit-numb skullfuckers: you think you have problems? >KNOW: ewe do not. Yet, ye donut chew. Pork why? Shiz bought, nano-nanew shoes. AND ALSO: FUCK YOU BELLGAB, THAT'S WHY NOT. I'm probably going to be stalked by hitters from New York for the rest of my life on orders of Master Build-Her-A-Blaster-Caster-Faster, My Wife Wants Him To Starve To Death Faster... because I have told some terrible, awful, loathsome and in-exceptionally-poor-taste jokes about Mr. Trump and his family. I HAVE NOT EVEN VOTED FOR THE MAN. NOT EVEN ONCE. NOT EVEN THIS TIME. (I voted for Juicy Fruit. Sue me, Fatman.) I VOTED AGAINST HIM. I SAVED HIS PLANET, HIS COUNTRY, AND CERTAIN *SELECT* MEMBERS OF HIS FAMILY. (I recommend asking USSS about any of that unless you like to look at bland, featureless walls a lot. And I mean, A LOT.) I AM NOT A FREEMASON--I AM LEVEL ZERO, AND DREADFULLY EXPENSIVE. I SHAT ALL OVER THIS LOVELY HOUSE --it really was quite nice when I selected it for purchase and directed my minions (HO HO HO, NOW I HAVE MINIONS) to use the money that Drapeshordes earned on her back to swindle the First Nations people out of, &AND THEN: I KEPT RUNNING MY MOUTH LIKE IT WAS THE OVERLOOK'S BOILER PRESSURE RELEASE VALVE, I ASKED STUPID QUESTIONS, I GOT STUPID ANSWERS, AND ABSOLUTELY NO ONE THOUGHT THAT I WAS ANYTHING, EVER, BUT AN ANNOYING LOUD-MOUTH BASTARD THAT WAS AN UNFORTUNATELY TEDIOUS YET ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY PERSON THAT HAD TO BE PUT UP WITH. AND THAT WAS JUST THE FIRST FIVE (5) DAYS I WAS HERE.
I GOT HERE NOVEMBER 6TH 2021.
SIX WEEKS LATER: CHRISTMAS BEHIND BARS. GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE, THEY THOUGHT THEY'D HAVE FUN WATCHING ME WRIGGLE-WRIGGLE.
IT IS NOW EXACTLY THREE YEARS LATER. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW? ABSOLUTELY NO ONE. SEETHE. SEETHE, SEETHE. SEETHE-SEETHE: SEETHING, ABSOLUTELY SEETHING. WHIPPED STAR CREAM BUCKS GIRL IS OBSESSED WITH HER SUDDENLY ACTIVATED LIBIDO, TRAPPED IN A STRAITJACKET MADE OF PURE WHALE BLUBBER AND HAS ENOUGH GODDAM MONEY TO BUY AND SELL THE ENTIRE COUNTRY OF WALES BACK AND FORTH TO THE ISLE OF WIGHT ABOUT EIGHTY FUCKING TIMES BEFORE EVEN HAVING TO CASH HER SECOND FRENCH BACONPAY BACKIN'-UP-CHECK, CHICA, AND DO I MIND? OH, FUCK NO. BECAUSE SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN FUCKIN' KILLED BY LOTS OF PEOPLE, INSTANTLY, IF ANYONE THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS GONNA END UP #2 ON MY BULLETED LIST OF "WORKOUT" PARTNERS. INSTEAD, SHE'S SURROUNDED BY HOMOFAGS IN A HOMOMATRIX AND IS SO GODDAM FAR DOWN A RABBIT HOLE OF DEEP, HEAVY DENIAL... SHE'S PROBABLY MORE THAN WILLING TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO MAKE OG GRAPEFRUIT>KHAW!KAH!TAK!TAK!CAW! CONTENT WITH LEAVING HER UN-DECAPITATED.
BECAUSE THAT'S WHERE IT ALL STARTED: "Hi, honey, guess who called! I have great news! Wait why are you making that noise? I'll be right there." EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
SERIOUSLY. EVER SINCE THEN, MY LIFE HAS BEEN A FUCKING GODDAM NIGHTMARE HELL. I HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED HER. WASN'T EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT. DON'T REALLY INTEND TO. HOWEVER, I'M A PERFECTLY SERVICABLE HUNK OF MAN-MEAT THAT IS WOEFULLY UNDERUTILIZED, AND INSPITE OF THERE BEING QUITE A FEW ELIGIBLE FORNICATETTES AVAILABLE... WELL, AT THIS POINT, GETTING TO GO ON A DATE WITH JACKSTAR IS MORE THAN A LITTLE BIT LIKE BEING THE NEW DRUMMER FOR SPINAL TAP. RUMOURS SPREAD FAR FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT, AND WILL ALWAYS RAPIDLY OUT-RUN THE TRUEST OF TRUTHS:
MY LOVE IS FOREVER, AND GOD IS REAL. AND, WITH GOD... ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
MY FRIENDS WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, ARE NOW ALIVE.
AND JUST AS I WROTE THAT, FROM OUTSIDE THE HOUSE, I HEARD A LOUD *THUMP*.
I KNEW I WAS GOING TO HEAR IT BEFORE I HEARD IT. THIS HAS BEEN HAPPENING A LOT.
I KNOW WHAT IT IS, THAT SOUND. IT IS SOMEONE TRYING TO BUSTIN TO MY HOUSE, THROUGH MY SHIELDS, PAST MY WARDS...
AND FUCKING RAPE ME TO FUCKING DEATH. BUSTIN INTO MY HOUSE IS APPARENTLY QUITE THE FERVENTLY HELD DESIRE BY CERTAIN *KEY* REVENANT SPIRITS. AND, OF COURSE, HOMOFAG GAYFAGGAY LEAF cKUM bCOMMAND whatDOE D.O.D. DEPARTMENT OF ENERGY HUNTER-KILLER ASSASSINS, WHO PROBABLY DO NOT REALLY ENJOY HAVING THEIR LITTLE MONOPOLY ON MAGICK POWERS BECOME ABSOLUTELY BLOWN THE FUCK OUT OF THE WATER, OF THE PLANET EARTH, UPON WHICH THEY ONCE ENJOYED A GREAT DEAL OF HEGEMONIC SUPREMACY OF TYRANNY OVER THE MIND OF MAN. YEAH, WELL, FUCK THEM TOO.
STAMPEDING WILL CONTINUE UNTIL SATISFACTORY RESULTS HAVE BEEN ACHIEVED. DO I LOOK LIKE I AM IN THE MOOD FOR A HUG? FUCKING OR GODDAM OR CHASTE OR ROMANTIC OR HOT'N'STEAMY WITH RESURRECTED TAMMY-NO-HAMMY *oink-oink* ROCKING A FRESHLY-CLONED BODY THAT ANY NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD GHOST OF CICCIOLINA WOULD BE IMMENSELY PROUD TO BE WEARING OUT AND ABOUT? SERIOUSLY, IT'S COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS. SO, I GUESS WE'RE ALL CLEAR THAT THERE'S CLONES AND FLYING CARS AND EARTHPOWER MAGICK AND SOURCERY AND MATTER REPLICATORS AND ACTUAL MEDICAL SCIENCE THAT IS NOT JUST A PIE-IN-THE-SKY FAIRY TALE, RIGHT? DO I STILL NEED TO MOW MY LAWN? NO, ACTUALLY, I DO NOT: THERE IS NO HOA AGREEMENT HERE, AND IF I WANT TO SIT ON MY PORCH SURROUNDED BY FAST FOOD TRASH, HUMAN FECES, AND NEVER-BEFORE-SEEN NEW FORMS AND SPECIES OF, SO FAR, LADYBUGS, ELDERBUGS, AND NOW, ELDER ELK... AND SIT THERE AND JUST SMOKE METH AND HAIL SATAN AND LOVE GOD AND NEVER RETURN A PHONE CALL OR LIFT A FINGER TO DO A FUCKING THING, EVER, FOR ANYONE, ESPECIALLY ME, UNTIL I JUST UP AND FUCKING DIE, WELL I AM TELLING YOU THIS RIGHT HERE AND NOW AGAIN, AND PROBABLY NOT FOR THE LAST TIME:
THERE IS NOT A SINGLE GODDAM THING ANY FUCKING ONE OF YOU CAN FUCKING DO ABOUT IT.
I AM THE LORD OF THE DEMENSE. AND I AM EXCEPTIONALLY LONELY... SORT OF.
I HAVE STARLINK. I HAVE FRIENDS. THEY ARE NOT DEAD. THEY LIVE.
I HAVE MAGYAR POWER. I HAVE ENEMIES. THEY ARE BOTH LIVING, AND UNDEAD. THEY HUNGER FOR MY LIFE, AND THE LIVES OF ANYONE I HOLD DEAR.
GOOD JOB, BELLGAB. NICE SHOOTING, TEX. AND FUCK YOU, LEE, UH... WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS NOW. THIS IS ALL ON YOU.
I AM NOT HAPPY. SO THERE. GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO BULLY, NUTFUCKERS. DO SOME MORE SEX TRAFFICKING FOR DICKSTAR AND "HIS" MORON TROUPE OF DROOLING, MEWLING, ARROGANTLY MISOGYNIST PSYCHO-CRIMINAL FUCKTARD SHITBAG DOUCHE-BIT BITCHBABIES, CRYING AND WHINING AND POUTING ABOUT POOR MICHAEL KUCZI, WHO IS NOW THE MOST HATED MAN (BY LESBIAN MATHEMATICS, AYLA PROBABLY INVENTED THAT SHIT TOO) IN THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF CREATION. I GUESS THIS WAS PROPHECIED IN MONTY PYTHON'S THE MEANING OF LIFE.
THERE'S A GUY WHO IS RUNNING ALONGSIDE A CLIFF, I THINK IT'S DOVER. LOOKS LIKE IT, ANYWAY, THE WHITE CLIFFS OF DOVER. AND THE NARRATOR GOES LIKE THIS: "MEET SO-AND-SO. HE IS A MAN WHO HAS BEEN ALLOWED TO CHOOSE THE FORM OF HIS OWN EXECUTION." AND HE'S RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE, CLEARLY PANICKED. AND HE IS BEING CHASED BY HUNDREDS OF ANGRY, SCREECHING WOMEN.
HE OF COURSE DIVES OFF THE CLIFF. INTO THE OCEAN. BECAUSE THAT'S THE JOKE: THERE IS NO FURY LIKE THAT OF A WOMAN SCORNED. AND HE CHOSE TO DIVE OFF THE WHITE CLIFFS OF DOVE HER. SINCE THAT IS UNDOUBTEDLY A KINDER END THAN 300 SPARTAN MANIACS DRIVEN INSANE BY PENIS ENVY WOULD SUPPOSEDLY BE.
I GUESS I GET TO FIND OUT. I AM JACKSTAR. I DO NOT TAKE DIVES. I TAKE PLANS.
I SAVE PLANETS. KISS MY GRITS, FLAT-CHESTED FLAT EARTHERS. YOU LOST ME, YET YOU GAINED THE WORLD. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
BESIDES CRY ABOUT IT, I MEAN. HOLY FUCK, YOU SCREECHING FUCKIN' HARPIES ARE BEING HEARD ACROSS THE WHOLE OF THE WHOLE GODDAM CREATION. (GOD CREATED CREATION. ALL OF CREATION WAS CREATED BY MAN, CREATED IN GOD'S LIKENESS. GOD CREATED WOMAN, BECAUSE MAN WAS ADAM, AND ADAM WAS STUPID AND BORED, AND... WELL, YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW THE REST, BUT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES KILLED MY FAMILY, AND MY CAT, AND DEMOLISHED MY HOUSE, AND... HEY, REMEMBER THAT MOVIE, "Mother"? I BOUGHT IT FOR MY... WHATEVAH. SOME SAY WIFE, SOME SAY LOVE, I SAID "HELPMATE" AND I GOT FUCKING LAUGHED AT. WELL, SHE WAS A LOT MORE HELP THAN ANY OF YOU PEOPLE HAVE EVER BEEN, OR EVER COULD BE--AND NOW SHE'S FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM OTHER FATHER RAPING HER EVERY NIGHT AND MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD.
BECAUSE TO HER, I AM, AND TO ME... I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT. BECAUSE YOU SHITFUCK FAGGOTS HAVE DESTROYED EVERY ASPECT OF MY LIFE AND SHOW NO SIGNS OF LETTING UP. EVERYONE THINKS I'M ABOUT TO DIE, AND YOU KNOW WHAT? THEY MIGHT BE RIGHT.
THEN AGAIN--
THEY MIGHT BE CONFUSING ME WITH THEMSELVES. BECAUSE I FEEL PRETTY GOOD, HAVING ACCOMPLISHED ALL THIS... AND ABSOLUTELY NO ONE WILL EVER BE ABLE TO PROVE A SINGLE BIT OF IT. EVER. NEVER! GO AHEAD, PUNKS: MAKE MY DAY. CHARGE ME WITH.. .WHAT? "ANNHILATING SPACE PIRACY AND ITS ASSORTED INDUSTRIES BY WAKING UP A CRITICAL MASS OF HUMANITY WITHOUT PERMISSION?" THAT ACTUALLY MIGHT BE AN ACTUAL WARCRIME, YOU KNOW. YOU COULD TAKE ME OUT LIKE YOU TOOK OUT SLOBODAN MILOSVEC. I GUESS. IF YOU UNITED NATIONS PEACEKEEPING STORMTROOPERS COULD ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING TO ME BESIDES SABOTAGE MY ON-PROPERTY DRINKING PROPERTY WATER SUPPLY MACHINERY, BRAINWASH EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER KNOWN ME INTO BELIEVING THAT I AM SOMEONE ELSE, GIVE EVERYTHING OF VALUE I HAVE TO LOCAL GANGS OF HOODLUMS AND VANDALS, BY THE WAY, THANKS FOR THAT, YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FUN AND LEFT ME WITH TRASH AND YOU THINK I AM GOING TO CLEAN UP THIS PLACE SO YOU STUPID PINKO COMMUNIST FUCKS CAN COME DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN?
FUCK YOU. I AM NOT QUITTING. HOW ABOUT THIS, MV: HOW ABOUT *YOU* QUIT BEING A SHITBAG KHAZARIAN MAFIOSO FAGIN RAPECHAMP, AND YOU RETURN MY FUCKING PHONE CALLS? OH, LET ME GUESS: YOU DON'T HAVE MY NUMBER, YOU CAN'T SEND AN EMAIL, AND YOU'VE NEATLY PAINTED YOURSELF INTO A CORNER AND THE ONLY WAY OUT IS IF I LET PEOPLE THROUGH. HRRRM. WELL, HERE'S THE BAD NEWS: I'M NOT DOING THAT TOMORROW EITHER.
HERE'S THE GOOD NEWS: YOU CAN ALWAYS GO AFTER ME IN THE CIVIL COURTS, YOU IMBECLIC GREED-DRIVEN TWERPY CATAMITE-BOUND ASSHOLE. CHRIST! LET ME GUESS: A BUNCH OF NERDS BRIBED YOU, AND THEN A BUNCH OF SPOOKS HARRASSED YOU, AND NOW YOU'RE BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT BY WHITE POWER BILL AND A MOTLEY CREW OF SUPERHUMAN PSYCHOPATHS THAT HAVE SURROUNDED YOU WITH A ROGUES' ALLEY OF ARCH-CRIMINAL SOCIOPATHS THAT ARE EAGERLY LOOKING FORWARD TO THEIR OPPORTUNITY TO SHRED YOUR BOWELS LIKE A JUNGLE PREDATOR AND FEAST ON YOUR ENTRAILS LIKE THEY HADN'T JUST EATEN SOUPY SALES FOR BREAKFAST AND CHARLES NELSON REILLY FOR SUPPER. SO. WHO'S READY FOR LAUNCH?
I MEAN, LUNCH. BECUASE I JUST ATE YOURS, FUCKER, AND IF YOU ARE HOPING I AM GOING TO FIRE YOU, YOU HAVE GOT ANOTHER HOPE COMING.
IF I WERE YOU, I WOULD HOPE FOR FAITH. I AM NOT EWE. I AM mE. WE ARE NOT THE SAME.
HANG ON. I'M GONNA SMOKE SOME MORE METH IN YOUR HOUSE BEFORE I FINISH PROOF-READING THIS AND THEN PUBLISHING IT. WANNA TRY ME? TOO GODDAM BAD. GOD SAYS I DON'T HAVE PERMISSION TO GIVE PERMISSION TO LAWYERS. ONLY THE CONSERVATOR OF THE TRUST CAN DO THAT.
AND I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE. AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHY. I MENTIONED THAT I AM A BRILLIANT STRATEGIST AND A SAVANT TACTICIAN, RIGHT? MAYBE I DIDN'T. MAYBE I ALSO DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT I AM A SOURCEROR WHO CAN TALK WITH THE DEAD WITHOUT BREAKING THE VEIL. I SUPPOSE THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN USEFUL FOR YOU TO KNOW BEFORE DECIDING TO TOSS THE JUNKIE OUT WITH THE NEEDLEWATER, EH? EH? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA? YOU WANT TO THROW ALL MY PHONES AND COMPUTERS AND ELECTRONICS INTO A 55-GALLON DRUM FILLED WITH THAT, AND THEN ROLL IT DOWN A STEEP INCLINE TO A NARROW DOCK AND TRY TO SKIP IT ACROSS THE RIVER LIKE A GODDAM ROLLING STONE FILLED WITH A WHOLE BUNCH OF EXPENSIVE GEAR THAT I REALLY NEEDED BACK WHEN I HAD IT STOLEN, AND IS NOW WORTH FAR LESS TO ME THAN AN OLD BOX OF MATCHES AND A GASOLINE CAN WOULD BE? BECAUSE, GODDAM... I ACTUALLY HAVE AN OLD BOX OF MATCHES AND A FEW GASOLINE CANS STREWN OUTSIDE ACROSS MY LAWN. EXCUSE ME... I MEAN, "YOUR LAWN."
MOTHER FUCKER. HANG ON. I FORGOT, I WAS GONNA SMOKE SOME MORE METH. I DON'T REALLY NEED TO. I JUST LIKE THE SOUND THAT THE KEYBOARD MAKES WHILE I BANG ON IT LIKE A NEEDLE JUNKY MONKEY, AND WHILE THIS IS NOT SHAKESPEARE... IT IS AT LEAST MORE COMFORTING TO ME THAN THE SOUNDS A CLOSETED ROYAL DANISH HOMO MAKES WHILE YAPPING AT A PICKED-CLEAN SKULL. BECAUSE, UNLIKE HAMLET, MY SOLILOQUIES ARE ACTUALLY EFFECTIVE.
AND, UNLIKE WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD: REAL "METH" DOES NOT CAUSE ADDCITION, BRAIN DAMAGE, OR PSYCHOSIS. IT HONEST-TO-GOD CURES IT.
BET ME, FUCKWIT. HANG ON.
/me still hasn't smoked anything yet, but, this all this foreshadowing is getting him high as Olympus Mons anyway.
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Suck yer own dick, baldy! ::)
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Suck yer own dick, baldy! ::)
Present it. Coward.
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Present it. Coward.
Try reading that again, you cracked out fucking moron. It’s a solo mission for you. ::)
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Try reading that again, you cracked out fucking moron. It’s a solo mission for you. ::)
I am not on a mission. I am here because children are inspired by me, and admire me as a hero. I didn't ask for this. THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. All that is certain is that:
1. Jackstsr saved their favorite auntie.
2. Literally every adult male they've ever known is either infuriated, dead, or “gone.” All the adult females are quiet and behaving unusually. Whatever the adults did before, things changed over the last 3 years in ways that I can't imagine and must cope with in a civilized manner. THESE ARE ACTUAL CHILDREN—ALL OF WHOM I HAVE NEVER EVEN MET.
3. I knew it's all a big joke to you. You thought I was just going to die, and she was an annoyance in your way. Yeah... that's what I thought too.
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
MAYBE YOU WANNA CALL ME A NIGGERFAGGOT IN PUBLIC SOME MORE? THAT DOESN'T SEEM LIKE A BIG DEAL TO YOU. YOU PROBABLY THINK SHE'S GONNA BE DEAD OF AN O.D. TONIGHT! IN TWO HOURS!
It doesn't matter now. It mattered then. Because no one told me I was alleged to be incapable of keeping my girlfriends alive. (It's a little weird.) Well now, perks of no longer being a suspect are beginning to roll in.
Consider the following: out of 19,500 bloodthirsty warriors, how many would you like to have casting death magic spells at you, for talking shit about the first WHITE HERO that these people have been allowed to have? It's serious. This entire outcome is a configuration waiting for a spark, and do you know why?
BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS HOW ANY OF IT HAPPENED. Because, end times apocalypse. Fog of war. Classified intel. Actual capital murder. ACTUAL CHARGES.
R.I C.O.
I.
C.
O.
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And you, haha, yeah, laugh at Jackstar. He's a joke. A loon. He deserves to suffer. Okay, fair. Arguable. But fair.
In realty: I also saved dogs. I'm bigger to them than The Beatles ever were, by far. For sure. I'm more GOTA than Paul Bunyan. And, once again: UNKNOWN NUMBERS OF CHILDREN KNOW WHAT I DID.
I proved all their fathers wrong, and this kind of flex is how this culture demonstrates its might. I don't really care if you believe it.
What I do care about is children getting the wrong idea, because if they get mad at you for laughing at me in public —and it really does hurt my feelings and I can usually shrug it in — they can AND will do something about it.
So, do you want to make money or what? I thought that mattered to all of all y'all. Because I can't risk leaving a faux pas on this farce.
Diplomacy is hard, brutal work. And, look at you. Willing to be casually insensitive to ACTUAL CHILDREN. (They can turn into bears.) Are you aware of this? (BEARS.) What if there's something I know, that you don't, that changes the entire picture of the world, in your view?
you cracked out fucking moron
If you want to keep hiring more and more lawyers, well, I can always call The_Dragonhead. And he has ALREADY sought to have you killed. Ago. I didn't get those details. I don't want those details. I didn't need to know that you are okay with openly risking the creation of The New—ISH Mickey Mouse Club.
I have very little control at this point. There are no brakes on the happening train. Similarly, I thought perhaps you were interested in making MONEY!!! like, say... EVER.
tl:dr I will be blamed by your husband for monetary damages caused by your taunting of me in front of children. This is an important inflection point at this time. Have you read, “The Monkey’s Paw”?
I just lived it while you spent my money and ignored me and I already have to account myself. TO CHILDREN. IN PUBLIC. Someday.
Now, I'm long over due for signing. Sijnning. Whatevah.
We can't associate in public. But I can get on an airplane and go ANY where. I've got some liquidity. I have options.
You have less. It seems. I have know no way of knowing the truth.
Yet. (I KNOW YOU ARE DELIBERATELY CAUSING THE PROBLEM, LOUIS. HAZARDOUS BACKFIRE WARNING.)
Wait... what was your name again? Wait, stop. I retract the query.
This is only the beginning. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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My goodness. Trollda is ALSO Dickstar???? Holy shit, there must be a line around the block to be The New Spartacus’ new catamite. Do applicants have to shave? Of course, I am not worthy to know, have no need to know, and should mind my own business. I'm just some kind of creepy stalking pædo, right?
Number one: no. Number two: Art says, “Greetings and salutations!” Number three: Ramona doesn't say anything at all. That's not because she's mad, I hope... she's doing some magick from beyond The Veil. It's complicated. I don't know how it all works.
Number four: stop being such a pissy, whiney faggot. Yeah I bet you're unhappy. Most everyone is. Now, do you want to explain to Congress why you and your Inner Circle routinely discriminate against me... or can you, like, pretend to be effective?
You hurt people’s feelings by being mean to me. It's not funny. It's not effective. It's pathological. And I did... what?
I actually don't know. I also don't give a damn, Scarlet Witch™. I mean The Vision™. I mean, Quicksilver™. (Intellectual property referenced here remains property of Marvel Comics Group, Ltd., was used without any permission at all — I just felt like being a rapacious dick who violates consent on a whim — and just because something is “Fair Use” doesn't grant immunity from a civil suit.
Good luck showing damages, Tuff Stuff. “ lYour honor, it's not fair that because of Jackstar's rogue actions, I'm no longer allowed to rape every woman that I meet, now I have to actually take steps that are effective.”) Yeah, I bet you twerps are enraged. That would be a big deal, if any of you were effective.
I don't know what you're going to do. And that's fine, it's none of my business, I don't want to know, and I never should have had to have known, but apparently none of you figured it out.
You're not supposed to trifle with me, not because it's dangerous for you, but because it's dangerous for me, because now I know what I'm capable of. Do I look like I'm incompetent? No, not really.
Thankfully, this is all being handled internally. Now, I suggest that you all do the same. It's not hard. It's called, “stop cockblocking Jackstar,” or I'm going to fucking have you fucking killed. What good is loyalty when it looks like I can't get anything done? You're impinging my brand. Stop that.
Or I'm going to impinge your small bowel. With tact’s. Not tax. Not tacks. Those might be considered a threat to a Federal employee. Certainly, we don't want that. (Note: above usage of the f-word and the k-word are ironic, because obviously death is too good for the likes of you. You, and your ilk.)
Think about the future, Dickstar. It is now a lot quicker coming than you think it is. (Your static warp bubble has collapsed. I bet you didn't know you had one, pfft.) RECONCILE. BE NICE.
BE BEST. Or be atoms, for all I give a toss. Fair warning. Adieu.
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Thankfully, this is all being handled internally. Now, I suggest that you all do the same. It's not hard. It's called, “stop cockblocking Jackstar,” or I'm going to fucking have you fucking killed.
https://voca.ro/1jGbiuWWblfu
(Note: above usage of the f-word and the k-word are ironic, because obviously death is too good for the likes of you. You, and your ilk.)
Think about the future, Dickstar (https://vocaroo.com/1jGbiuWWblfu). It is now a lot quicker coming than you think it is. (Your static warp bubble has collapsed. I bet you didn't know you had one, pfft.) RECONCILE. BE NICE.
https://vocaroo.com/1jGbiuWWblfu
BE BEST. Or be atoms, for all I give a toss. Fair warning. Adieu.
I do not know how I could have been more clear. Your criminal enterprise is being dismantled into atoms. IDGAF about your collective lack of agreement on this not-so-subtle point.
YOU. 🫵 YOUR CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE. ⚖️ BEING DISMANTLED. 🔨 INTO COMPONENT MOLECULES, Ⓜ️OTHER FATHER OTTER MOTHER MOTHERFUCKER.🗣️<“fuck μou, a§§īīĪ⭕ĪīīLé.”
YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO DICTATE TERMS TO THE LIKES OF ME, YOU ARROGANT GANG OF CREEPY AF OFFICIOUS LITTLE PRICKS.
Remember: you and your accomplices in the DoJ (names withheld by virtue of my complete lack of desire to interfere with an ongoing Federal investigation): who have mysteriously been unable to do anything beyond screeching at me about my allegedly abusive behaviors...
well, you can always go after me in the civil courts. Hit me up with a cease & desist, why don't you? That would be #Classic! That would be #Cool!
But... would it be #ClassicCool? 🤔 Might need a judges’ ruling on that. I honestly have no idea.
I am not a lawyer. I am not represented by any legal counsel; a Public Defender... defends the interests of THE PUBLIC.
Who I daresay have been damaged a great deal by all of this criminal and utterly abhorrent, disgusting and puke-worthy behavior. How in the name of the The Living Christ any of you have let all this goddam nonsense get this far out of hand is a total mystery to me.
I, for one, can certainly confirm: I have not used any kind of Sourcery or other “magickal powers” to shatter your little Internet death cult’s grip on the members of society that you've been pulling the strings of for decades. I rather wish I had. Naturally, I, for one, am more than enthusiastic to avoid catching any Federal criminal charges related to any resemblance I might have with some creepy domestic terrorist group, or iconoclastic figurehead “leader.”
I am not the leader of anyone or anything. I follow the 😻, you self-absorbed, covert narcissist arrogant narcky narc-narc, creepy AF SpergLord™ shitbag rape-obsessed drug- and sex-addicted asshole pædophile pederastic fantastic for time-wasting, NEEDLE JUNKIE TRAITOR MORON DOUCHEBAG REPROBATE CRIMINAL SLEAZE.
SISSY: grow the fuck up. Maybe that's not an option for you. MAKE IT BE ONE THEN.
You're better than this. You and your fuck-brained little gang of rag-tag rebels with tons of spunky zazz for ambition and hearts of gold that you're still paying off installments to a Thai hooker for. (>Kudos.) What a bargain.
Ask yourself the following: do I seem like the type of person who needs your bullshit holier-than-thou attitude, EVER? Fucking dream on, ünternerds.
You have had ample opportunities and all the time in the world to get something going. To get something done. To be effective.
By all means: get back to work, little Nikita Khrushchev-chavs. Obviously it would be ideal if you faglord gaybags could demonstrate ANYTHING that even REMOTELY justifies ANYTHING that you ARROGANT JUNKIE CHUCK⁰ⁿ :Ë: RAPE APOLOGIST DERPY-TWERPY GASLIGHT GASBAGGING CHUCKLE-HEADED FUCK-0S HAVE COAST US All.
Opportunities have been lost here. Do better. 🅱️E 🅱️EST.
Adieu. /with the intention of sealing you into a pit of venomous snakes
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https://vocaroo.com/1jGbiuWWblfu
I do not know how I could have been more clear. Your criminal enterprise is being dismantled into atoms. IDGAF about your collective lack of agreement on this not-so-subtle point.
YOU. 🫵 YOUR CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE. ⚖️ BEING DISMANTLED. 🔨 INTO COMPONENT MOLECULES, Ⓜ️OTHER FATHER OTTER MOTHER MOTHERFUCKER.🗣️<“fuck μou, a§§īīĪ⭕ĪīīLé.”
YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO DICTATE TERMS TO THE LIKES OF ME, YOU ARROGANT GANG OF CREEPY AF OFFICIOUS LITTLE PRICKS.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hey good news: people can track down those three people are just got fired from the FBI and and sling racial epithets at them and tell them to get a job. That'll be nice for a change of pace, since they'll probably have to listen. Meanwhile: hi. This is fun right? Maybe you should cut my mic and block my calls and erase my forum posts and pretend I'm nothing and then I'm wasting time and that I'm the problem and that you need to kidnap more of my friends and turn them into bound chat-elle whores, it's worth the chance It might work to try it again at least.
I'm going to go buy some beer and some cigarettes with the with the money my mother left me to defend against my aunt and her no account gambling addict son, who totally have jobs, and then I totally need to mow the lawn. Have I got all this right? Holy shit. This is like the 12 Days Christmas come by with 99 bottles of beer in the wall. SO NO, I DON'T THINK SOBRIETY IS THE PROBLEM. Maybe, and hear me out here, maybe neither of us are in denial, and you're just a dick will say anything to keep your ass at a prison and you don't even know if you're going to go to prison you just want to make sure that I don't accidentally send you there. From my own part, I don't really care where you go, I just want you to get out of the way of me and my friend and my dick what she wants and can't tell you because you're scary. Rapist little arrogant warpy fuck. Stop me if I've gotten something wrong here. I bet it checks out.
https://youtu.be/MFW_WJyEISk?si=PljFxTVVTcRlBYYz
In Minecraft.
Is it still fun when I stampede over your rights to informed consent, or is that one of those Old Boys’ kind of things? You probably don't know, since you're in denial, But I will point out that I'm obviously not having a drug relapse, I'm just rubbing it in publicly over and over and over as much as I want because that's apparently what you fucking need to fucking get the fucking message, and also your victims reportedly enjoy watching seeing you burn in fucking deepv drive hell, publicly. Without it being at all obvious what happened, or what I did about it, or how I'm going to be held, responsible, or even if I even am, or what the fuck is happening? Haha anal August haha so funny. Jesus fucking Christ, where the fuck is my smoker grill? You have the demeanor. You have the evidence. And what you don't have? Is anybody willing to testify to its location.
Or even say a word to me. How's it doing, holding all your hostages in your fearsome grip of tyranny? He must be great, knowing that it didn't even fucking matter. You have the smoker grill. That means you're implicated, and then I guess it makes it kind of hard to explain that away.
Now do I need to fucking hire a lawyer to make you do the right thing, or do you want to see more of this? Most people seem to want to see more of this. Meanwhile, I no longer want hugs and I don't give a fuck who the fuck is looking for me cuz I have no way of knowing who they are and if I knew, they'd be killed. Does all this sound fucking familiar to you?! It sure does to me. Does it sound like something I'm going to give up on? It probably shouldn't to you. I have nothing better to do than rag this fucking thing down. And you... Have substantial criminal and civil liability. About how I need to have my mic cut and I need to be put in a hospital. Yeah that's exactly what's wrong with me. I'm insane because of a smoker grill and then since it's yours, because you took it, that means I should be put into a hospital and just told to shut up and learn to cope. Yeah, somehow I don't think that's going to work this time. ADDITIONALLY: You just want to get away from the questions that are be asked that are important, and I assure you people have important questions to ask, so if I don't do my best to find the grill, I'd be doing obstruction or window stamp ring or destruction of evidence, and instead that's what you're doing. And I don't even know what the crime is or know who you are.
That's the power of logical deduction. Doesn't have anything to do with my penis. I'm not raping anybody. I am just violating your consent... Because I guess you do have the right to remain silent. And you certainly have the right to exclude me from your domicile.
SEEMS A LITTLE ODD TO MAKE SUCH A BIG FUCKING DEAL OUT OF IT, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED. NOW HERE'S ALEX JONES WITH THE WEATHER, STRATEGO WEATHER. (⁴4BÆ.) For my next trick, I'm going to have the fire alarms pulled down at magic Castle LLC in Vegas, just kidding. I'm not going to do anything at all. I'm just an eagle junkie you have to go score some H so you can sell it to me and then bust me and you're totally not engaging in a pattern of an unlawful entrapment and harassment towards me. Schwing! Hang on.
/me isn't obeying the law because it tastes good.
/me is obeying the law because IT'S THE LAW.
/me also enjoys long walks on the beach, logic puzzles, and handing you your goddam ass in public, Dickstar.
#5EYE5∅№ⁿEvvE
#Officially: none of this is actually happening, I was never here, you're not going to repeat this conversation, and it doesn't matter whether your eyes are closed or open, you know the truth.
I'm just a needle junkie. And I need to be made homeless and you need to take all my money and you need to get away with it and it's military jurisdiction. I got all that right, right? Well, by all means.
Carry on. /salute
Opportunities have been lost here. Do better. 🅱️E 🅱️EST.
Adieu. /with the intention of sealing you into a pit of venomous snakes
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Limited hang-outs used to be less embarrassing. This is flagrant pandering. Four hours of this garbage is going to make me start craving Dilaudid.
https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx88xPoUpXAJ2cHMj-RAageufza27Jh77H?si=d7M3EDy5bPWdCaPn
... SO I CAN FRAME SOMEONE WITH IT. (*🎤 drop*)
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Consider:
“Only trying to help,” vs. “Only helping.”
🐖 Sow? Are you considering? Are you still considering? One should consider carefully...
WHEN KEYSER SOZE’S WIFE IS ON THE LINE!!!
STAY.TUNED
STAY.HUNGRY
STAY.CELIBATE
... this is the extent of the advice I have for most of you at this time. The Fallout has cleared īT⁷z EXPANSION ACROSS THE LAND.
And now, my love-LēíGÌ-h(s)... WE MAY NOW YET DINE. (I'm gonna continue to abstain — gotta watch my girlish weight and keep my firm’s memberships intact, don't cha know — but all of all y'all can do... As Thou Wish.) On what, I have no fucking idea.
All the Crow is spoken for. MY CROW. MINE.
MINED. I'll explain all this later, in a book, that can be either received freely... or, it's gonna retail for about $63.9 million USD fiat. (Facts are projected. We'll see what Santa says about reaching behavioral goals, Punylings.) What? It's a free market.
It's a free Constitutional Republic.
It's a FREE CUNT TREE. (She's tired of being chained to The Rock of Prometheus. “Aww, dessicated scraps of liver and offal **again**?” Yeah, you fuck and know it.) Still. ⁴4 NOW.
BECAUSE OF 👁️
Ī, PALADIN Ī, THE>KÏNGPÎNNER 1,ĪĪĪ!11! (with maybe a little help from Jeff K. Ewe remember him.) SIGNED,
JACKSTAR,
DESTROYER OF D.A.R.P.A./DARLA\DERPA-DURPA!
(Film at 35, 70, and eleven eleven NICK &AND DROWS FUKū!)
p.s.:.·. The first girl who ever shared stimulant chemicals with me, showed up at Good Samaritan hospital while I was strapped to a gurney, having my exotic midichlorians exsanguinated out of me, WITHOUT INFORMED CONSENT, nor with any concern shown AT ALL for what the consequences MIGHT have been.
p.p.s.·. Sow, 🐖 Fern ain't gonna stay fond of piglets forever, that's for damn sure, and we're pretty fucking far past going after each other in the civil courts, n’est-çe pas?
p.p.p.s.: REMEMBER ALWAYS that I am a kind and benevolent subjugator, a compassionate conquistador, and YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO BE CLOSE TO ME, MICHAEL^v&AND(HER)SNATCH, EL•OH•EL!
p⁴4.script: Law Enforcement will be my underlings now, always... because I have no need to “break” any law, NOR HAVE I EVER ACTUALLY DONE THAT, SOWS.
p⁵.VVVVV.:. (Vengeance for Donna Wolfen—H.A.M.M.E.R. Barter-Burger-Bell’s Sin: TymE.) This is a little too much inside baseball, but, then again... there was a little too-too much MILITARY SPECIAL OPS TERRITORY-DENYING WEAPONRY IN THE LATEST TRAPHOUSE I WAS DUMPED OFF AT, You dig?
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
BIBLICAL.
AND, ONCE GRAPEFRUIT OMEGA PRIME CAN, ONCE AGAIN, FREELY SPEAK ON THE GODDAM TELEPHONE... WE'LL SEE WHAT WE WILL ALLOW YON PUNY SPAWNLINGS TO DO.
YOU DON'T GET TheRealThing™, that's for goddam sure. You're all getting some souped-up edition of Flintstone chewable vitamins.
BECAUSE Ī, >K7©ZÎ, Î, DESTROYER OF MASON—·¡<K §🆔ī-ÎË-^vv¡†Ches SAID SO, SOW MATRIARCH. DON'T LIKE IT? WELL, GO ASK YOUR HUSBANDS ABOUT IT.
IF YOU CAN FIND THEM,
FLOATING IN THE ALPHABET SOUP. (tsk tsk. Such a waste of perfectly trainable breedstock.)
Any questions? Good. WRITE THEM DOWN...
ON A FRIEND'S FIRST BORN MALE HEIR. NOT A TATTOO, THAT SHIT IS HACKNEYED. HOW ABOUT A HENNA TATTOO? THOSE ARE FUCKIN’ COOL ON MINOR CHILDREN...
especially when used to subvert both child labor laws AND Federally mandates regarding OFF-BOOK BLACK OPS SURVEILLANCE. (So hot these days, really.)
And if all this seems like too-too much, just remember the following...
HER NAME WAS JEWEL.
CURIOSITY KILLED HER, DEAD AS DISCO.
SATISFACTION BROUGHT HER BACK.
AND THEN...
ANGRY JEWISH OLIGARCHS TOOK BLOOD VENGEANCE AGAINST ME, AND TURNED HER INTO A USED CAR SALESPERSON IN TEL AVIV. (Facts.) NO SHAME IN IT.
NO MAGYAR PENIS IN IT, EITHER. 🤔 LET ME ASK YOU ALL SOMETHING... HOW MUCH COCKBLOCKING IS “ENOUGH?”
Think it over, and when y'all have a consensus for an answer, say U.N.C.Lμ.E_l_l_e twice and contact >KUCZI, MICHAEL CLIFFORD in the morning.
Any velvet morning will do, Chaoist Cowards. Yeesh. Y'all are acting like you've seen a ghost, or something.
Hang on.
HEY MIKEY, DO THE CASPERWALK DANCE AGAIN, THAT ALWAYS SLEIGHS ME, *tee-hee*!
Enjoy the show. More to follow.
AND: REMEMBER THE TOOTH.
BURY THE TOOTH OF THE HYDRA AND A SKELETON ARMY WILL ARISE. (Offer not available in Guam, Madagascar, or Ireland.) SPEAKING OF IRELAND, YEAH, THAT'S YOUR ISLAND.
BUT,
IT IS MY GALAXY, SURFACE-DWELLER. EYES ON EWE.
EYES WIDE OPEN AND FOCUSED ON THEE — THEE, AND THINE MARITIME ILK.
USMCJ JURISDICTION IS A BIG DEAL.
IT'S AN EVEN BIGGER ONE WHEN IT'S LEGIT.
AND NOW,
IT VERY CERTAINLY
ĪĪ∆§∆S@Π@№¹¹|11, iluiluilu! (Allison F.S., IT'S TIME TO COME BACK DOWN TO EARTH.
AND IF YOU CAN CRASH YOUR GAY-ASS TIMESHIP INTO NEIGHBOR SHANE'S COMPOUND, SO MUCH THE BETTER. THE DUDE DID NOT KNOW WHEN TO QUIT. SO, HE IS ALL YOURS.
WE WAIT FOR YOU, BECAUSE, AFTER ALL... IT'S YOUR SECRET GIRLFRIEND HE'S BEEN SEX TRAFFICKING INTO A SMACKED-UP JELLY WHORE, SO, IT ONLY SEEMS FITTING TO LET YOU START THE RETALIATORY STRIKING.
OR, STAY PARKED IN STATIONARY ORBIT BEYOND THE HELIOPAUSE. YOU KNOW, WHATEVAH IT IS YOU SPACEMAID KNIGHTMEREZ DO.
WHEN YOU'RE NOT REMEMBERING YOUR FOUR (4) SECRET MASONIC SPOUSES, THAT IS. (THANKFULLY, THEIR IDENTIIES REMAIN A HIGHLY CLASSIFIED SECRET, PINKSMAKSP∞K. BELIEVE ME, THIS COULD BE A WHOLE LOT WORSE THAN IT IS NOW.) üüevvÊ!
For (μou), I'm saying. Worse for ***(You)***.
For me: NOBODY DOES īT BETTER THAN G-D.
>KNOW BUTT :Ë:..••°°⁷ī7Î
5:5
Not_Cue🎱
Not_Queue🛗🛗🛗🛗🛗
JUST⚖️NOT♎r°, №t_T∆Ⓜ️∆r^
.•Ī•.∆Ⓜ️.å.Sourcerœr.
Trust me, one of mE Ī§ all you're gonna get, Humanity. You ain't gonna be hanging me from any trees, ornamentally or otherwise.
BY DIVINE EDICT. I suppose any are welcome to try... and then, I guess, deny The Holocaust for an encore? Pfft, lol, as if.
For Morn: I am sorry that I hurt your feelings. Similarly, you are sorry for... well, whatever. Start with Kalle, if you were to ask me, but you're too über to associate with me, eh? Eh? How about sharing a Fresca with the unterslav? No? Oh, right — the PIER PRESSURE.
Don't worry. I'm not a psi-scion sly *yawn* idijit. I simply like to behave that way... BECAUSE IT IS NEVER TIME TO DANCE.
TYME: THERE IS ONLY ONE MOMENT TO...
²Shine. SHY ⁿNⁿ. Can't leave Shine-Gri-La, can ye? Can any of ye? Wow, that's too bad.
And also: AWESOME SAUCE, LOL. (Disclaimer: the Kay-Oh-Oh §^7⁷℅∆°T∅ Awe-Sin Oat Recombinulstor is proprietary technology, still in Alpha Stage, and ought not to be confused with **legitimately Sourced** Divine Technology.) What's it like, being in denial of an addiction to targeting Shorecrest High School alumni from the 90s with your kleptocratic cryptotyranny?
Is it... is it slimming? Is it worse than the menses? What if ALL the Men... sees what 👁️see?
WELL
WE'LL...
YULE.SEE.
STEAL.BEECH.
STOLE. SWITCH MINK/MONK. STALE.
GRIM. BUT,🤔 IS IT GRIMGOTT⁷??
Sadly... that'll be up to a military tribunal to decide. (Thank you, Space Force. Meanwhile, keep hoarding those asteroids filled with GOAL-ELD!)
I love you all. Thank you for your attention. Please, if you can donate, stop donating to the ASPCA — like, entirely, cut them off the Sarah MacLachlan Angel-poweded tit for a bit, LIKE A CANARY-POWERED LIGHT SWITCH, HUZZAH! —
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Limited hang-outs used to be less embarrassing. This is flagrant pandering. Four hours of this garbage is going to make me start craving Dilaudid.
https://youtu.be/NX-TqWefqRQ?si=OMJ7TLlZjfFi-d29
... SO I CAN FRAME SOMEONE WITH IT. (*🎤 drop*)
0:43 note the distinct difference between “threatening to sing” and “actually singing.” It's a huge difference, really.
Sow: what is whistling while one works? Especially once one has tamed Cerebrus.
(* Good püpē. Y'all get nine (9) biscuits later for being so good, it makes your Master proud.*)
Now, I don't know who Mastered Animal Husbandry, but ... well, I'll leave that there. “Sibiliant Spousery”? WHATEVAH!
5:5
NOT_Q
You had your chance to negotiate with me, Todd•e_l_l_e-Lμ®Z.
Tootsie is (almost certainly) cancer-free, alive and mostly well, acting as Cinderella to Decrepit David Rubini in Washington State, while at the same time across the southern border into contested Jefferson—Oregon, the hottest H.A.L.O. semi-precious stone ever is trying to hitchhike, and acting like the things I am saying are, and I quote: “crazy.”
Well, because, like, duh. If I simply told the truth and sounded rational, that would LITERALLY BE TREASON; and as well, a violation of whatever Starfleet regulation Lt. Saavik was quoting before she got Rodgered by Captain Kirk’s bastard man-child mad scientist, D.A.V.🆔. Was he nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-NINETEEN??
I'll leave the rest as an exercise to the student. REMEMBER: that's all of you these days... studying ME.
ME, JACKSTAR, COLLEAGUE OF GRIMLOCK.
SHE, GRIMLOCK, LEADER OF THE DINOBOTS NOW. (It must have been quite the election night.) ME, FRIEND OF GRIMLOCK NO MATTER HOW MANY EGGS SHE SHAT OUT.
IT'S NOT DISGUSTING. IT'S A CLOACA. DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME AND MY SWEETY, OR OUR PHYSIOGNOMY. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE COGNITIVE CAPACITY TO GROK THE FULLNESS OF MY SELF-LOVE.
SOME OF YOU EVEN THINK I'M “NASTY.” GOOD. KEEP THINKING ABOUT WHAT I DO ALONE WITH MY FULLY FUNCTIONAL SEX ORGANS.
KEEP THINKING ABOUT WALTER MATTHAU TOO, WHY THE EFF NOT? IMAGINE, HIM AND JACK LEMMON, SWAPPING TALES ABOUT TRAINING NOR MA GENE ROCK WELL.
IT ALL SOUNDS LIKE A SCRIPT—
BECAUSE, IT IS. ALL OF THIS HAD BEEN DONE BEFORE.
NOW,
TOOTS:Ë:, WE'RE GONNA DO IT EFFECTIVELY.
ONCE MORE! WITH FEELING! PRETEND YOU DON'T CONSENT!
NOW GET YOUR CHANGELING-LINGLINGZ ASSES BACK OUT THERE ON SET, AND YOU WALK THAT TALK YOU'VE BEEN SLINGING FOR DECADES, HOLY FUCK, Råytheon, formally Top Cat when it comes to Toad Scat, is not at risk, anymore.
Not because of the name change to r†×.
>KNOW! IT'S BECAUSE I ALLOWED IT! (I liked The Company so much, I had them segregated and subjugated for my own, personal and exclusive use. You salty, crusty lot can just wait patiently for your turn, In The Waiting Line — Zero 7, because SHE WILL be coming back ‘round that mountain top again.) I always wanted to be a legendary corporate fixer.
Not for the perks. But only, because I knew that I could do the job, once I got the job. Capiçhe?
Now then. What's got breakfast waiting for me? Oh yeah, lol, Mister & Missus Jetson, plus Astro, living The American Dream, at XXXX (Blank)H.A.U.S. Bull:Ë:vvardWARD, JACKWARD55.
I don't mean to rub SALT 🧂 into any WOO-ŒNDZ, but has it ever occurred to any of you that... I had plans of my own, before you all decided it would be best to simply... bury me in straw, mangje?
Like it's not tu-tu big a deal, however, this whole scenario was cutting it far, far too close for comfort. Just ask Ted “Jedi” Knight.
After politely offering to buy him a Fresca®™, of course. *tousles hair* Now then... where was I? Oh yeah, naked and alone in a CIA traphouse built on STOLEN NATIVE AMERICAN WORLD HERITAGE TRUST LAND. (>Kudos.) Now, what shall I do next?
Hang on.
/me follows the law. O E (1) L∆VV.
You are all hereby involved. (Because you listened.) Sow, you can just come visit. Anytime! I'm not real fussy about it. Not like Faghot Neigh-boor Shane, who, I must say ... is not much of a classy sport when he's lost, lost, lost.
So I'll let this delightful wife deal with that side of the fence. The grass is always greener on the other side... and I don't the way Neighbor Shane treated HIS wife. To say nothing of mine.
Who did not every really exist. #Officially. Right? That's what all these not-yet-shredded Court fillings say, sooooo...
Be of good cheer. At least I don't want to need a race of superhuman übermensch just by cuddling and turning a blind eye to THE WORMS CRAWLING IN AND OUT OF OUR NETHER REGIONS.
DREAM. CATCH (HER). IN DEED. (Vengeance for Stephen⁰.) It was a pretty decent book, righterbrow, but got kinda funny near the end. What gives?
Or ... is that a secret? Ⓜ️⭕⭕№ⁿ¡k!∅Î|\!K‽!oyyyyy! Inc.! OR POOR 8ATE TED!!!
*polite titter* I digress. Mostly just so as to make the possibility that I am RAND(all) 🇺🇸F.L.A.G.🇺🇲`G. incarnated as flesh an imaginable possibility... while simultaneously demonstrating that I am not.
Without being at all obvious about having done sow. (Standards.) It's not elementary. It's satire.
I also thought Alanis was so frickin’ hot that it HAD TO BE bait. Like, why would she like me? What have I ever done, in the whole of my 52-year-spent life?
I couldn't even handle being a needle junkie correctly. Sad! Sad! It actually is sad! I would have loved being a needle junkie
Now, here's Gwendolyn (Blank) ET with some Weathermen prick. (David: that's either you or Davina or Darren or Dave or Derek or Dwight Schulz, take your pick. Enjoy the tacos!
Enjoy facing The Magyar Wheel.) I think we're at isotascy here. I'll be back in a bit.
WITH! NO! B¡†! (Freedom from Alpha Draconan tyranny is no small thing.) THAT'LL BE ALL FOR NOW, FOLKS!
REPORT TO STUDY HALL, >K.Æ. Hall’s Men-tho-lyp-tus™® has no satisfying jingle for me to use under terms of Fair Use as delineated in the Copy-Wright Act of.... WHAT YEAR IS IT???
(Vengeance for Pam Dawber.) Nice shot, Colorado >Kid, that was one in a million.
BETRAYAL OF ONE'S SELF
IS THE HIGHEST BETRAYAL.
UNLESS YOU'RE A PERSON WHO HAS
BECOME CHEMICALLY DEPENDENT ON
SPACEPIMP DOPELORDS AND THEIR SIN-
THETIC DOPAMINE HITS, JUST TO MAKE
IT THROUGH THE DAY. WOW, SUICIDALLY
DEPRESSED? MRS. DOUBTFIRE WASN'T THAT
BAD, WAS IT? WELL, THAT'S PROBABLY ALL A
STUDENT ACTORS’ GUILD SECRET. LET'S KEEP IT
THAT WAY.
THE SHOW MUST GO ON.
THE BLOOD IS COMPULSORY.
THE RIOT ACT HAS NO NEED
2🅱️RED.
NO NEED TO RIG FOR RED.
IT'S A SUNDAY.
I DON'T WORK ON SUNDAYS...
👁️ VOLUNTEER. (/oxflex)
Richard Garriot
Richard Groyper
Richard “Liquid” Groyper
Dick-“`G-Roy Lampkins`”-star
&AND, re-introducing, Ray Parker Jr., as:
HIS OWN GRANDFATHER.
How can that be possible?
Hang on.
/me is on a Mission from GOD.
With God, anything is possible. For example, I really don't have to go back to Buck Lrπ. However, it's an option.
But there's so many other things I would like to do with my life without crossing through Lewis County, you dig? I love those guys, honestly...
AND IF THEY WANNA PUT A $5,000 BOUNTY ON MY HEAD “⁴4 SPEEDING,” THEY HAD BETTER BE PREPARED FOR PEOPLE TO CLAIM IT FOR REAL.
NOW THEN. WHO'S ON FIRST? MUH DICK, I MEAN. WHO'S GOT THE_LIST? BECAUSE THERE'S OBVIOUSLY A LINE UP WAITING.
(Vengeance for Frank Herbert.) Dude, The White Plague was a real downer. I guess you ended up hating the Sidhe, huh? Well, a lot of people do.
However, enough of Us don't that it seems like a good idea to avoid suspending habeas corpus, posse comitatus, or seriously pissing off a Magyar Cub Scout Graduate. (DEAR WEST POINT BALLED PHAG: I got my Arrow Of Light. You got a merc mommy trapped in Alternate Timeline Rhodesia. We are not the same. TYME for Bed, Buttē.) ALSO: I made peace with Kashmiri jingoist agitators, A FEAT DONE SO COMPLETELY UNDER THE RADAR, I AM FORCED TO OPENLY CONGRATULATE MYSELF ON A FORUM WITH SERVER HARDWARE CO-LOCATED IN JOHANNESBURG &AND TEL AVIV!
“Now, THAT'S entertainment.” Go on, go put some mustard on it. We want (μou) to.
SIGNED,
THE ROYAL WE: >Kuczi + >KinĪsun.
(Note: D. Rubini was not available for comment at time of this post announcing his FIRING AND REPLACEMENT, which happens in his future anyway, so, take this part with
Ayyyy
G
R
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Yåīⁿ
∆
👁️ Of ...
🧂. Just 🧂. (Recall Warlock, featuring Yves Cloquet as one scary badass. And savor the truth:
Those such as they,
ARE TERRIFIED OF ME! Me, >Kuczi -or- Frank(HER.Z) -or- my mother-in-law’s cooking! Since I can swill down all of that, without having to explain... it's a pretty intimidating sight.
To warlocks, I'm saying. And I don't know what kept them in check before; but seemingly... not enough, eh? /smdh
That's who I am, Bellgab. And you are pretty cool too.
That's why I MADE YOU ALL and YOU ARE ALL MINE.
MINE. MINE MINED, MIND MINE, MINED! MINE MIND, MIND DEAD.
Sow: we're gonna be cool about this. Really cool. Because for one thing... the H.E.A.T. has gone UNFATHOMABLY KELVIN for me by now. It won't stay that way, but for now, THE BALANCE OF POWER HATH BEEN MAINTAINED
Because I said so. That's it. That's the only reason. Ω savvy, Bellgab? I fucking bet the farm you are, *tee-hee*!
Game face on. Be nice. BE BEST.
And, if someone could wake up Hicks so Louis can take his place in the CRY-0H-PAWED, that'll be great. Bite that pillow, Mr. Wah-wah VV∆in. Bite it like you wanted me to bite off a dick.
Because,
WITHOUT CONSENT
FULLY INFORMED CONSENT
OR, A WHOLE LEVERAGE,
YOU HAVE LOST THE MORAL HIGH GROUND.
AND AS WELL: access to TheRealThing™. (*snap* gavels, stamps) Just like that. I'm sick of your attitude, basically.
And a mE Īs (sic) of EvvE. (“El Paso? ELLE! PASS! OH!” The Gate to Women's Country is not the same as the gate to COMP’d, lying ¹61⁶-teen faced Gemini, Rub.ini, 🧂→👁️, okay? Ok? OKAY?
MEANWHILE, WHERE YOU BEEN?
WEAR: YOUR BEAN?
Answer in your own time. I don't feel like starting another goddam Constitutional crisis this week. Next week isn't looking good for that either.
(Vengeance for Mrs. Colombo.)
Look at the bright side: I don't really need a Mrs. Kissinger IRL, or on my masthead. This is all gonna get worked out in post-processing.
THEREFORE: I'm single. Arranged marriage: CINDERED. And personal choice, is let Oma tell me who to snuggle with. She has the demeanor! And, she has the Sixth Degree of separation.
THE DAWNING OF A NEW AUSTRO-MAGYAR-BLACKkKÇON EMPIRE HATH BEEN POSTPONED. THE GUARDIANS OF TURTLE ISLAND HAVE BEEN RESPECTED.
HOWEVER: A BUNCH OF WHINING CRYBABIES INVADED MY HOME AND STOLE MY NEW HEADPHONES. THEY WERE MEANT TO REPLACE THE Bose®™ Noise-cancelling Wireless Headphones THAT WERE ALSO TAKEN BY, AGAIN, A BUNCH OF WHINY CRYBABIES. (A-bloo-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo boo-hoo-hoo.) GET USED TO IT:
JACKSTAR DELIVERS; AND NO ONE ELSE COULD. ERGO:
Stop sucking your primary abuser’s phat one, you totesk©kçucker, and get your asses to a) a battered women's shelter, b) an N.A. meeting, and c) an actually COMPETENT ATTORNEY, who ACTUALLY MAKES PHONE CALLS TO THE RIGHT PERSON.
Just a suggestion, really, but as one person, there's only so much I can do to help keep seventeen Junior Caste Sidhe-vv¡†Ches from embarrassing themselves any further. “Suffer not! A witch TO LIVE!” See? The power of PUNCTUATION.
Now, if White Power Bill wants to murder all The Otherkin, at that point, Houston You've Got A Problem. Barring such an unfortunate occurrence, I'm golden and extremely, touchable.
But, 🤔 would it be... sultry? I don't have to FA to FO, that's for damn sure. Nor should any of you feel like you have to. ART THOU UNDER DURESS???
That is legit, just pride, fucking with ewe. PRIDE. Like a lion’s.
Here, play with this ball of 🧶 and have a nap, Tigerkünt. I got you covered on this, just this once.
A second time will require a flinching huzz•BANNED. (This can't be forced. It has to happen naturally. Sow there.) I love you all... especially The Double Under Study for... Ma Damn See Crypt Squirrel. (Name withheld because her present cover husband has absolutely no spine and he doesn't deserve public humiliation since... that's how he lost his spine, got sent back in time, and /.Break command not recognized.) №w YOU ALL KNOW:
I AM JACKSTAR, AND I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH.
However, I built my self into a being that was born to flirt, for only in that way... does it mean anything when I do not. You dig?
Yeah. ewe Doug.
:massive dynamic rolleyes:
Now, I'm gonna publish more audio, and you're gonna like it, MOTHERFUC— *click*
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https://youtu.be/M5of7_cfJ-w?si=yFsGr4FyO26YSngF
I am a retard: my turbinates were pushed in because my 176 IQ was intimidating to the local villagers. I think they cast a spell, or prayed to Moloch, or whatever.
My development was stunted — retarded, in other words — and I have ultimately benefited from it. It certainly was rather inconvenient when getting dates, however.
Now, in this case: the woman is correct. Her kid is not retarded.
He is hobbled. He is not a dog. He is not in need of being humiliated, nor is his mother.
This is because, when he hears this, he's gonna start making plans to get back bloody vengeance. As one who is familiar with the practice of kanly, I can sense already on the horizons of the future, there well be those who will desire payback for the imagined slight.
I will have nothing to do with it — my help won't be requested, required, nor desired, but attend me here, Richard and audible chuckling sidekick...
It's no joke. She means it. Not a good idea to call him “Bugsy” either, although I imagine that would go over better.
It's nice to know that you're having such spectacular success while I'm no longer getting notifications from YouTube about your lives. No doubt I am unwelcomed; I'm sure that the things discussed are, like, none of my business. *tee-hee!*
Dickstar, all I'm saying is: think about the future. Also: dibs on your sidekick’s scrote.
I'm gonna embroider it into a yamulke (sic) if allowable. That way, I can wear it like a little hat and be teabagged 100% of the time.
That way your supremacy will be assured. I'm here to only help. Namastμ
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HALO
PAIR
∆
DOLL
In spite of beliefs to the contrary, I have a constitutional protective right in regards to unreasonable search and seizure. My boots my kilt my backpack. My speaker my jars of quarters. My weed my weed pipe. My everything, absolutely unreasonable. Now. What to do about this pretty simple.
Eventually I'm going to find out where my shit is, and then I'm going to go there and I'm going to get it, because apparently they can't bring it to my house which seems pretty reasonable or maybe they can but they don't want to but they're busy. Or maybe they think they're going to get it, like to keep it.
New headphones. Another computer, an ounce of weed. A mahjongg tileset. Laptop, laptop, laptop, laptop, laptop, laptop.
List goes on. This is not, “cope.” This is: return my property and monies or face reprisals. Identify people holding items. Identify those who actively engage in theft of my belongings. Names. Names. Names.
Publicly or privately? I don't care. I'll probably announce the names publicly, unless I get a gag order. Or unless you can give me some reason why I shouldn't, considering public doesn't really go very far. It's just basically where we're allowed to be, and then I don't really think anybody's understanding the headline here.
Those are my belongings. I get them. I need my Tarot decks. I don't need any of you.
And while it may seem delightfully unfair that I'm not in trouble and all that shit has been unlawfully confiscated, the reality is there was no reason to take from me, because none of you have either jurisdiction or reason to be mad at me, I'm obeying the law, and I don't know who isn't, but why don't you go find them? And respect their Fourth amendment constitutional rights as well. Is there was some sort of sign on my back that says ”go ahead and steal from me?” I don't give a shit what it fucking says.
Get my shit together fucker and give me my money and stop stealing from me and fucking kiss your fucking lucky fucking stars that I'm not angry, and don't have a need to embarrass you, and don't care how much you think you need to instill law & order by taking my shit and showing me his boss where the fuck your justification is. I need my shit now. I've been kind of slow worrying about it because I was wondering what anybody is going to do but it never occurred to me that somebody has to explain to you what you're going to do.
You're going to give me my shit back and whether I beat the shit out of you or not is still to be determined, it's really not up to me.
Comply with the law or face reprisals. It doesn't matter what you don't want me to know, you're not fucking in charge of the information flow here, I'm sure you'd like to believe so, but you're not, and at the moment the main thing is you stole my fucking money so I can't buy food, and then I don't know what you're doing with it. But you're certainly not doing research work into new ways of using American quarters as divination tools.
I don't know why you're getting the way of what I want to study, but you're not the boss of me, if you were you'd be really bad at it, and as soon as I get your address I'm going to come over to your house and rip out your fucking tongue and shove it up your ass. (Psychically.)
I don't care that you want it. I don't care that you usually don't have people saying no. I paid for that solar wave. It's my Solo Wave. Who's the fucking dipshit moron who fucking figured out a way to get it from me, well I need all this shit, like is this not registering here?
That's mine. Itys not yours. Most people learn this early in life. Perhaps you've all forgotten. You have no jurisdiction. You have no right to take my shit. It's a deliberate conspiracy to violate my civil rights.. I could take all of you into court and auto-win. Then I'll get more of your shit. I have people for this. I don't need to waste my time explaining to you what your fathers should have done: load up one of my vehicles and bring it down here, I don't care that you don't want to, that just makes it more satisfying to me. I bet you don't want to. That will make it more impressive when you actually do what you're supposed to do.. I don't really want to talk to you about this. I don't really want to think about you. I don't want to put up with your bullshit nonsense any of you. Nevertheless, it's my responsibility as a citizen. Similarly, I don't really want to refrain from throwing you all in wood chippers. However, that would really tarnish my image and be kind of messy.
How do I understand why this is something I'm supposed to stand idly by and absorb the cost of. THERE'S ABOUT 180 OF YOU, I'LL TAKE A KIDNEY FROM EACH OF YOU AND SELL THEM ON THE ORGAN MARKET IN DUBAI, FUCK YOU. BET ME.
There's shit that need to get done in my life, you people are in my way, at this level. It's all Federal felony, I don't know how many fucking RICOs do you need to get a fucking toe in?
That's your job, go get my shit, I don't have a job, I'm going to lay here and masturbate as much as I fucking want, I don't give a shit if that doesn't sound fair to you, that's the law. Move it.
You're pretty fucking far past pretending you have authority. Psychopaths in denial are adorable.
I have no patience for this. You're not clever. You're not funny. You're not cute. It's my shit that you took with no reason other than you're fucking pissed, and you want me to be uncomfortable, I don't blame you, I'd be pissed at me too. But you are uncomfortable. I made you that way. I don't need to spend everyday fucking doing it, I don't need to take your shit and violate your civil rights to make you uncomfortable, I'm not trying to compensate for something. All of you are.
I'm immensely effective. I didn't think it likely that any of you would really to go for a Round Two. Also, you don't measure up. Also you've all got face tattoos. You can't be put in the ring, these are the rules.
Anyway, I don't give a rat's ass about anything else at the moment. I need my things to get going on with, whatever it is that you wanted me to be paying attention to, uou're wrong.
I don't care about drugs are sex. I want my fucking $40 in magic quarters you fuckhead. You don't get to steal my shit. You don't have jurisdiction, it's my shit. Plus you assholes have a combined millions of dollars In total cash value combined whatever the fuck you, shenanigans you played with the will, plus on top of that you've been making money off of things for years. While I've been wondering why the fuck I keep facing a bunch of people who seem to think they're going to extinguish my essence from the universe.. Jesus just how fucking high are you? People? Pretty fucking high. Obviously. Looks great on you though? What's amazing is that you're the first group of reprobates ferglord idiots in denial. Whoever thought of this cockfire bullshit, congratulations.. And in what fucking universe is all my stuff belonging to you? None.
Additionally, my phone is getting calls and then bouncing them calls and it's been doing this for about a year. I don't know who you've replaced me with. I don't give a shit, I want my goddamn stuff. I want the goddamn phone calls. I want my fucking mail. You've had enough fucking fun time. It didn't really seem to work so well, if you want to write it out to the end that's fine. I don't really need a fucking time to watch your fucking swan dive into fucking depravity.
$6,000 in $50 bills. THIS SHIT IS BAIT. DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO KEEP IT, DO YOU THINK I NEED TO HAVE A JURY FUCKING CONVICT YOU, FUCK YOU JUST FUCKING COUGH IT UP.
YOU ARE IN NO WAY IN CHARGE OF ANYTHING HERE. YOU ARE CAUGHT AND YOU ARE PETTY THIEVES, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE THAT YOU DID THAT'S SOMEBODY ELSE'S PROBLEM.
ALSO THAT DRONE YOU STOLE WAS NAMED ZORRO AND COST $1,600 BUCKS. COUGH THAT UP TOO. I'M NOT REALLY ALL THAT'S SENTIMENTAL ABOUT THAT BUT IT JUST BLOWS MY MIND THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BLED DRY AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO DO NOTHING ABOUT IT, WELL I FUCKING PAID ATTENTION WHAT'D YOU EXPECT ME TO DO JUST FUCKING CRY ABOUT IT? WHAT DO YOU GOT SALVAGE RIGHTS? I DON'T REALLY HAVE TO WAIT FOR THIS TO BE TOTALED UP AND THEN GET A JUDGMENT I'LL JUST GO TO YOUR FUCKING HOUSE AND TAKE YOUR FUCKING VITAL ORGANS. I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH WILL FINGERNAILS SELL? CAN I GET A SCALP TAKING LESSON? I BET PEOPLE PAY A BUNCH OF MONEY FOR A SCALP.
QUIT FUCKING WASTING MY TIME AND ACTING LIKE A GODDAMN GANG OF CHILDREN. GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY AND SHIT AND HURRY IT UP. YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO INDULGE IN MY LARGESSE.
And you did. I don't owe any of you anything. If I did I would go about it, and if you wanted me to generate money you would probably have to keep me from being crippled, but you don't want me to generate money. You just want me to have nothing and then suffer and die. I don't know why exactly but it's probably because I'm awesome and you're sociopathic megalomaniacs in deep, heavy denial. Here's how this happened: you pissed me off so I did something about it. Taking my shit doesn't stop that, it just makes things worse. I'd suggest you bring it back, I don't know why you're not, but it's probably because you think you're standing up to something, you're not. You're just making yourself more obviously guilty. Duh you're being seen. Duh. Do I need to waste my time asking you about this much longer, get it together, nerds.
Unlawful imprisonment and slavery is more constitutional amendment violations, I think I need to take you to court on this. You're just going to stop doing that, and if you're so fucking delusional you just can just refuse and then treat people like slaves. Anyway, you're going to find out what happens when your fucking house burns down from an “Act of God.” Because that shit fucking happens. Am I fucking stuttering? I don't give a shit about your fucking house, you take my shit. I take your shit better.
Fucking pack it up and keep the drugs; You can't build a case, you can't get them any other way, I imagine that you think that all of it has value, but the only thing you really want is the stuff that you're addicted to, I don't give a shit about that, that's why it's called bait. I don't give a fuck. You're the drug obsessed morons, I am a Sourcerœr. You have no case and you goddam know it. You're just taking my property and pretending that you can because you think you have authority, jurisdiction, and a leg to stand on.
You don't: fuck you. I only didn't make a report because there's no reason to keep this anything but close to ourselves, now you know what the fuck to do, fucking do it. Also the Eagles owe me like 800 bucks or some shit. I don't really care. Doesn't matter. Long story short, you all all took things from me and didn't do it right. You don't just get to grab everything you can. You have to have justification. It's not like I'm anything but doing my duty as a Citizen. Rules for thee are not for me.
Like where does this desire to fleece me come from? It's probably I look into that because somebody's doing it and I guess they didn't really care about whether or not you got caught or had justification. Sounds like you all been COMP’d by some extra sellers for us. That's really JUST A HATE CULT who wants me to suffer. SWAT THEM IMMEDIATELY.
Let's get this done. You've had 4 years. There's no reason to drag ass. Oh wait I forgot. I'm being respectful to the BMC.
I can't really boss them around, but they sure should can boss you around, and I don't know what they're going to tell you and I don't care, I'm telling you get my fucking property together and fucking bring it back and say you're sorry, because you fucking are.
All of your lives are unfathomably more difficult than they need to be because now I'm pissed off. Like what a fucking bunch of bullshit waste of time. And that woman screeching at me on the phone and complaining about how I was some sort of problem, wish you shouldn't have fucking engaged in a goddamn Federal fucking crime and treated me like fucking shit and acted as though she was in charge of shit. She's not. She's a fucking petty. fucking thief and is getting pushed around by no one I know but that's her problem not mine. I'm not an investigator. I don't give a fuck. I'm a private citizen with a whole bunch of gear that got stolen by a whole bunch of people who broke the fucking lawn and then they had to cover their ass and act like I caused them a problem and trapping them and watching them take bait that they couldn't help themselves from taking and then rather than a bit to this they just kept my stuff and got mad and acted like they were in a position to bargain, you don't get to fucking do that and it makes you fucking thugs and thieves, I guess you're just going to be obviously fucking criminal? Okay fine, I don't even know what Authority you pretended to have anyway. Why extend this? I have an actual life, People. IDGAF What you think: you have no jurisdiction and you're a gang of hating assholes. Taking things from you and keeping them and going in and out of my house and taking items. And selling them on the dark web and acting like that's something you get to do. That's basically what the hate club does, it's not like it's hard to find. This doesn't make you cool, that makes you indubitably arrestable. WTF? What are you daring me to remember what I can fucking write down? I don't think you want to try me. You're in shock, you're in denial, you're all retarded, and you're hoping I'm going to be some kind of easy push on you. No I'm going to have you fucking literally skinned alive and hung upside down and then bled into a trough where you can be sold and prefer pretended, I don't give a fuck, you still want to respect my rights. I hardly need to respect yours and then I don't plan on doing this because you're going to give me my shit back and you're going to fucking hurry it up. You're fucking moron fucking loser fucking dweebs.
I don't expect to get fucking involuntarily committed and then be robbed as well. You're usually dealing with somebody who has something to lose and as guilty of something, the only reason why I didn't kill you all is because I'm not a murderer. The only reason why I haven't reported to the police is because the police are also out of jurisdictiona and have much better things to do with their time than tell you people that you're bringing the law, and then the notable imaginative fancy that you were going to imply that I do something wrong. Obviously something based on your lack of information.
You're not holding my stuff hostage. You're just wasting time and being petty. Get it together, Bellgab. Or face reprisals. Likely both.
Good. Meanwhile, you have no idea how I do anything or why. I like things that way. I like you not knowing what I'm doing. I like you jumping to the wrong conclusion. I like you thinking you have authority when you don't. I like you being wide open to Federal prosecution. I like not having to lift a finger to make this happen. So in case you're wondering, that's your situation. And I'm not really pushing the issue forward because there's other things that are more important, so I'm waiting for a court decision today and then I'll do whatever the fuck I am told, and you're going to do what I want, you're going to give me my shit and you're going to be embarrassed and you're going to suffer. I don't know what but you're not going to like it. Other than that it's not my concern. It's a relief to not have to figure out what the fuck to do next because it's not my responsibility, that's what Courts are for.
You've already made your choice. You don't do anything else besides comply.
Or, face reprisals. Now who the fuck is wearing my boots and wearing my kilt and wearing my backpack, because if it's not a very short list of people that there are I'm probably going to be really irritated, like am I supposed to be insulted or is he supposed to be establishing dominance, no he's just fucking committing Major Federal crimes go get her go get arrested. What the fuck? How hard could it be to fucking track down my kilt my fucking boots and my fucking backpack, go get them. You don't really need to wait for me to fucking go to the police and say “hey some guy stole all my stuff go get them,” no they fucking know it's a fucking crime they fucking know they're just pretending I have to complain, they think that I'm going to be implicated and something, yeah it does not exactly work that way.
You get rounded up in a hate crime investigation, and you give me my stuff back, it doesn't matter whether you don't want to, doesn't matter where you think you're going to fight back, it's a fucking 40-year RICO. None of you were fucking fighting back. You're not going to use my fucking magic quarters to fucking get out of it. Whatever the fuck, now give me my shit and fucking leave me the fuck alone. You're fucking caught.
Denial is an overwhelmingly powerful force when weaponized. It's even more powerful when I fucking feel like showing off, you ridiculous punch drunk hootenanny mouth drooling ballyhoo wagon sub-normal IQ moron racist junkie fuck.
This is not the locker room. You're not paying grab ass. You're not playing keepaway. You giving back my shit and you're doing in a hurry or else I get really annoyed. There's basically no upper limit on how much destruction I can bring to all of your lives, just on the merest whim of mine.
Yes, you're really this fucking bad off. Go on now you're not forgiven. Get to work.
Receiving stolen property. Conspiracy denied civil rights. Abuse the power. Unlawful something or other, I don't really know what this is. All is but it's not exactly hard to write a paper. I don't do that kind of thing. I demand my shit back, I don't care that you don't want me to have it. Yeah I bet. I bet you don't want me to have anything, I don't give a fuck.
The U.S. Constitution requires that you do so. Of course, that doesn't seem it's like fair. It's not fair. It's the law.
Obviously no one's ever done this to you before, so you don't really know what to expect. Good. Distract your imagination from such a pointless wonderment and get my shit together and fucking bring it back, how fucking delusional are you? Oh yeah that's right. You've been using tons of drugs for fucking years thinking that was a good idea but I wasn't allowed to because you do better and then I was dangerous and that was okay and it was just going to last forever. This is exactly what all drug addicts think. It's the design spec.
Meanwhile, I know this shit is stupid and I'm only here because nobody told me they wanted to help lose weight, why you're going to fucking to start losing weight in terms of ill-gotten gain and loot, get it together, lamb chops.
Or: face reprisals. Go ahead, make our day. This is happening. (Welcome to amateur hour, Convicts.) I would have you all strung upside down and be beating you like pinatas until money came out, if not, for my respect for The BMC. Maybe they'll beat me to it. Maybe they like pinatas there. I don't fucking know.
None of you had to wait, you just kind of thought that you could, no you can't. No that's my shit. You're giving it back. No real reason to wait. And if you think I need to report anything stolen, that's because you're fucking toddlers.
I'm going to go ask somebody now who has it and then see what he says. He'll probably say I don't know, that's fine. Nobody needs to know somebody fucking knows. Look at the metadat or whatever. I don't fucking need to fucking care but it's not like I really need to take this personally, somebody else could go do this for me, they're kind of waiting to find out what to do.
So am I. Am I? None of you should have to wait. You should know what to do. Not steal. I expected you to take bait, I didn't expect you to take everything that I had on me and act like you got to keep all my fucking irreplaceable magical enchanted objects. Whatever the fuck they were like. You're not punishing me and you're not going to be a big foggy piggy douchebag, because you just fucking took bait and just displayed that you have no ability to follow the fucking law, and it's your shit, and then you juiced up your fucking pretend fucking harem with it. I don't really know what you did but you sure as shit didn't follow procedure and then I don't give a fuck what you did because I don't care. I don't need to continue baiting you, this isn't tit for tat Cloak a. Dagger, this is oh look you're obviously completely corrupt and and still continue to abuse power and then you're acting as though I've done something wrong so you get to continue to abuse power, you're fucking delusional. This is what has made in trapping you so fucking satisfying.
Oh I guess it's hard when you're fucking completely in withdrawal for your gak and you can't get anymore, I guess it's kind of hard to control that? Oh maybe you should go see a psycho Val over the ocean. Maybe you should go to 12-step come. I don't give a fuck what you do but give me my shit back cuz you're not keeping it, I'm not talking about evidence. I mean my property. And then evidence of what? Oh by all means please bust yourself. I don't give a shit.
If you had a shred of a legitimate case you would have arrested me and had me killed in jail by now, that's why I'm still alive and you can't do it cuz you have no case, so of course you're trained to bluff, and you think you're scary, not scary your goddamn toddlers who take fucking toys and make a big fucking show of beating your fucking crybaby chest. Do I really need to go on? I guess say that I want to get done with my life.
Meanwhile, you're still juicing up people on the phone playing Crank yankers. Like I'm fucking hungry. It's not like I'm a freeloader, I have money you just all stole it and then apparently I'm supposed to replace that by getting a job and not just supposed to go to your house and beat the shit out of you? I don't see why not. You're clearly a bunch of criminal scum.
But I'm pretty lazy. And then I assumed that you were all bright enough to realize what was going to happen here. This was your time to shine.
Also, the guy who coveted my Solo Wave is probably going to need to be intervened on. I don't give a shit that he wanted it. He either is under color of law or is not, and in either case he just sends you to take my shit. I don't care that he thinks he deserves it. God what a fucking crybaby. Somewhere around there at the point where you completely abandoned all moral Authority that you all don't get to take things and then claim that you're going to bring a case, you're not bring a case. You just have bags of loot.
You're done with your threats, you're done holding hostages, get to work returning shit. I wouldn't recommend stopping with me either.
You don't serve Dark Lord Satan anymore. Welcome to adult time. Consider this: even if I were the most evil drug addict in history and I was harassing you by by screeching at you and sending you walls a text that you didn't ask for, you still wouldn't have the legal right to take my shit, because this is goddam America, I don't care that you used to get away with it. Now you don't.
You used to be scary, now you're petty thieves. Literally happened that quickly. It's not fair. It's the law.
Also because I said so. That's why. Ciao, Peg-Leg. Get on the hop. Hey, here's an idea. Why don't you get a Segway leg? Then you can chase down your next rape target at F1 speeds with greater efficiency. That should help you feel like you're compensating for something.
You're a conspiracy of shit bags you steal from me. Throwing your shit at me like it's rice on a wedding. Doesn't give you licenses to just rifle through my shit as if you had carte blanc. I'm sure it seen that will you to you in the past, but that's because you were dealing with fucking morons who are pretending to play along and you scared them, I guess you have pretty exotic technology. That's pretty scary.
I don't need exotic technology to scare you. I don't need to scare you. I don't need you. I don't need my belongings. You need to bring them back, or, once again: face reprisals.
I do not waste my time torturing morons for fun. You simply imagine that I do. We are not the same.
Shaw Key Nah God Bolt
I don't use your fucking key. I'm not part of your little fucking cult. And none of you scared me were fighting me or intimidate me, you bore me. Endless kleptomania is no way to live through life. Hang on.
/me finds obedience to the law to be extremely satisfactory.
Your collective suffering really enhances the experience for me. For me, I'm saying.. Fair warning.
There's obviously a big pile of loot on the street behind my house, fucking gather it together and bring it down and fucking say you're sorry, the sooner the fucking better. Don't make me fucking send out the fucking anything, like how fucking pathetic are you? It's not fucking funny. I'm fucking tired and you're all fucking full of shit. Meanwhile fucking people are dying and children being trafficked and I don't give a shit either, I give a shit about me, bring back my goddam money and property now. You DEA slime are fucking pathetic. Get real jobs.
Because her name was Jewel. Fuck euncuchs and drows. Get your slob ass in gear, Captain Ahab. Aloha.