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AzzGab => Esoterica => Topic started by: WORTHAUGERa on June 12, 2021, 03:30:51 AM
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I blocked (PROTECTED) a few days ago and will continue to. Remember I said he is #Negative Energy.. Remember the 1st day we spoke (all 3 of us @ the same time) I said he would betray me.... blah blah blah...
He is gay or... BI rather.. he has sex w/ women... but desires men too apparently.. whether he actively has now or in the past... I don't really care.. but it makes me uncomfortable as he inappropriately has hinted at desiring homosexual activity w/ me.
Anyways, this is my last email. I now know that you really do in fact hate me and I have to accept it.
Bye
We are reaching levels of cope that should not even be possible. Why is there no mention of my involvement in Philippines child bride worship? As many of you know, U was instrumental in the instruction of at least two of Bell’s wives in various forms of linguistic excellence.
My niggas... what I am saying is that these Beings call for my help by Name. Can you blame them?
(Okay, well, sure, you can. Final answer? Cinder slaw.)
There will be more mail of all kinds here. Heads will rule.
Semper fu.
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I blocked (PROTECTED) a few days ago and will continue to. Remember I said he is #Negative Energy.. Remember the 1st day we spoke (all 3 of us @ the same time) I said he would betray me.... blah blah blah...
He is gay or... BI rather.. he has sex w/ women... but desires men too apparently.. whether he actively has now or in the past... I don't really care.. but it makes me uncomfortable as he inappropriately has hinted at desiring homosexual activity w/ me.
Anyways, this is my last email. I now know that you really do in fact hate me and I have to accept it.
Bye
We are reaching levels of cope that should not even be possible. Why is there no mention of my involvement in Philippines child bride worship? As many of you know, U was instrumental in the instruction of at least two of Bell’s wives in various forms of linguistic excellence.
My niggas... what I am saying is that these Beings call for my help by Name. Can you blame them?
(Okay, well, sure, you can. Final answer? Cinder slaw.)
There will be more mail of all kinds here. Heads will rule.
Semper fu.
I know what you're doing; I'm not impressed. Let me know when you've learned how to actually flex. Did you get tired of sending Azz emails already, or are you double-dipping the ego's wick? Till then, Semper fuck yourself.
#DVR IDOLATRY #MAGICK MAKES YOU SICK JACKO
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Hehe is Jacky doing magic
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Hehe is Jacky doing magic
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At all times, K.
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“…seemed to have a narcissistic personality style but without the feature of exploitativeness” Dr. Jarvis might want to reconsider that hahaha
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“…seemed to have a narcissistic personality style but without the feature of exploitativeness” Dr. Jarvis might want to reconsider that hahaha
Jacko gives master manipulating females a run for their money, K. It's an exhausting cycle of expanding and retraction, and he's most dangerous to those paying attention.
#ON GUARD
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Jacko gives master manipulating females a run for their money, K. It's an exhausting cycle of expanding and retraction, and he's most dangerous to those paying attention.
#ON GUARD
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Oh dear. It is as bad as I feared, then 🥺
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Oh dear. It is as bad as I feared, then 🥺
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A true Svengali, then. Thank you for the warning, babe; I was very nearly ensnared, being a vain and silly, weak-minded sort.
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A true Svengali, then. Thank you for the warning, babe; I was very nearly ensnared, being a vain and silly, weak-minded sort.
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HAHAHA! :-* That's rich coming from you, K. Spiders can't catch lions, besides he's not the spider; he is the web.
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HAHAHA! :-* That's rich coming from you, K. Spiders can't catch lions, besides he's not the spider; he is the web.
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Haha too bad, that spider has a lovely ass
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I woke up and it took me a good forty minutes to remember... “oh, right, supposedly I'm gay.”
Why this is imagined to be a problem for anyone, I don't really know. Surely there are many problems we all have that not all of us share.
I don't have time for this. I haven't got time for the gay. I barely have time to deal with my own penis. I'm just sitting here on the shitter, minding my own business, and it's just dangling there, dribbling a bit.
YOU'RE IN.
Meanwhile, yes I'm still a virgin, no, I'm not interested, yes, I will consume my own essence, no, that doesn't include boogers... wow, you know what? Some of You ask some pretty wild questions. No joke. Nevertheless, I love and adore all of all y’all.
LEAVE THE CHILDREN ALONE WITH GRAPEFRUIT.
I haven't even opened my mail yet today. I've got e-mails, I've got voicemails, I've got letters, I know fuckin’ everything... and the reason I'm not simply just kilt, is because I'm really just that pretty. Just that; no other reason.
RAWR. I KNOW EVERYTHING. STOP.
HAMMERTIME.
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Sent from my iPhone
while shitting
like an El-Be Jay
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Jacko gives master manipulating females a run for their money, K.
DAVID VINCENT RUBINI RAPED AND MURDERED MY WIFE.
Y’all ever seen that movie? It is one of my favorites. I would link to it, post .gifs and shit, but this iPhone Gboard Keybored is really hard for me to use.
I can barely do a thing with it. I'm trying to be cool, but nothing happens.
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but desires men too apparently..
You were in such a hurry to go back to eating dicks, that you fucked up the ellipsis.
Some say They say, “never correct another man's ellipsis,” however in this particular case, I do not mind one bit. Consider yourself corrected, my little babushka.
This was not really what I had in mind when I opened a tunnel to the Sourceror’s Library, but fuck it, let's roll, Batmare made enough soup for everyone, and I let Batman bring spoons. Do any of you happen to have a face diaper within easy arms reach? If so, neck yourself immediately.
I'm not gonna lie, I get some pretty saucy emails these days. I just read three of them.
I'm beginning to recognize the purpose of alcohol now. So, I got that going for me. More after the break.
btw, these bionic arms are pretty sweet.
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I don't really care..
A STATEMENT SO INNOCUOUS, I AM FORCED TO PROMOTE ATTENTION TO IT MYSELF FROM MY iPHONE.
Now, I don't remember The Good Ol’ Days (I am Jackstar, I am cool, I am Jackstar Cool, but I am NOT GandalfIRL, you know? Would that even be cool? Imagine having to cast CombMyBeard Lvl. 43, every g—ddamned morning), but it must have been a lot easier to find an eye of newt or an amber rod or some such shit, rather than a fucking Lightning Cable.
I remember reading about this shit. I knew it sounded like bulkshit then, and now that I'm living it, I know I was correct, and then some. Fuck you, Steve Jobs, I hope that cancer in your belly fucking hurt.
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it makes me uncomfortable as he inappropriately has hinted at desiring homosexual activity w/ me.
It's hard to for me to imagine any need to desire any more of this kind of thing than I'm already surrounded by.
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This all just, like, fell out of the sky into my lap. It's like going fishing, and the trout are literally hurling themselves into the boat, in a desperate flight to get away from The River.
Interdasting. I'll have to think this over. I am not prepared for this. I don't have a list of demands or commands prepared. I don't even have a thing to wear!!! (A Wizard’s Bathrobe is not “a thing,” and besides... I am a Sourceror, and if I wanted ewe to spell it any different, I'd have read a different book to Mary.)
Stay tooned. Those screenshots? Right here. Spicy.
Hi, Mom!
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NOT WHAT YOU THINK
BUT WHAT ONE THOUGHT
Q*
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Q*
I actually received a different codesign, but I liked this one, so I just took it. What are they gonna do, sanction Me? A trademark infringement lawsuit, perhaps? S.L.A.P.P. Me to tears? B.I.F.F.L.E. me to death? (Look, I'm not gonna lie, I spend a lot of My time in bed lately dead as a fuckin’ doornail. Yawn. ASTRAL TRAVEL... Huh? Is that, like, “ass trail travel?” Adorable.)
It would not be the first time I have been left without proper capitalization, but as God as my witness, I told Jesus to never leave me without proper capitalization again. (That would be the Boston Creamlog Jam Pie, Pat. Pend. & it does The Work so I don't have to.) Anyways, hi. Hello, all y’all.
I told you I was a big deal around here.
Now shut the fuck up and get back to work, Punylings.
I am not Q. If I ever am, I WILL let you know. And once you know, I will no longer be. Do you know how long it took to get this far?
Of course you do. Hugs, $5.
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I actually received a different codesign
Yeah, I bet you'd like to know. All of ewe would.
However, exclusive distribution rights to the kickoff reveal of my origin story—the interesting one, anyway, if anyone wants to know how I chose to become a Cub Scout, my door is always open, no lie—have already been granted, and to undo that grant, well...
Look, look. You know me. Ewe know me. You all know me. Do I look like a man who is gonna unwind time, just to get out of a bad business deal?
You all know G-d damn well that I do look exactly like that. So if I say that I can't... I fuckin’ can not, will not, and STFU, get out, can't you see I'm in the bathroom, trying to work??? Hung guguguguhhghh!!! (That last part, I stole. And, I'm not ashamed to admit it.)
You'll all just have to be patient. Patients. Lab rats. Whatever. Look, if you can't handle The Truth, there's the door, Bitch. This isn't mandatory.
The Integrity goes in, before The Grapefruit goes on. And I didn't name It that, either.
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DAVID VINCENT RUBINI RAPED AND MURDERED MY WIFE.
Grapefruit is pretty pissed off about this. I wouldn’t ask Her to pick up any sticks on the way home from work, if I were you.
If She gets one more G—d blessed email from you and/or your ilk-just one, mind you-I will be held responsible and accountable to whatsoever happens after that, because at that point, I will have nothing left to do but beat these plowshares back into Jolly Rogers and give someone a 5D Rod.
GERMAN STYLE. YOU GET IT? YOU GOT IT? GOOD.
END OF LINE.
Hi. I'm Mike. Now, I don't know how all this works—I'm new at this, I just got here, I just flew in from New Ark, and boy/girl o girl/boy, are my arms tired from all the mandatory vaccines I had to cheerfully accept with a blank stare, staring back at me, just to get into the bathroom on the plane so I could change into my favorite pair of Spandex leggings—but that text up there, that came up before I said, “[...] (m)ik [...]”, all that stuff was... like... something else.
Something wonderful. And It identifies as chainmail, and He is pretty pissed off. So it would be my position that y’all concerned should keep needling him, because, let's face it, for Me, this is totally worth getting out of a bed of flowers for.
Keep it up, Commander. EXECUTE Excelsior... I mean... uh... kydis. Kudos? Yeah, not Kuczi.
Not Kudra. And certainly not cinders, those are too poetic for the likes of you and your ewe, Shepherd.
Kissoon. END OF LINE.
Hello. I told you. I AM a star, and, yeah, I fuckin’ meant it. *clique*
p.s.: The Blank indicates Agreement.
p.p.s.: Dad says I scored a goal. What does that even mean? Is that something good? Dad hardly ever bothers to talk to me more than twice a century, so either this is interesting, or I'm just hallucinating again.
However, if I were hallucinating, I think I could have come up with something better, like my Dad and Pelé and Messi in a vinyl bathtub filled with pineapple cough syrup. So, this might be legit. I guess I never scored before. Fancy that.
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ps: another transmittal from The Blank, but I told them to save it for later.
I have an actual life, People.
And it involves a lot of psychotronic assaults. I can't even see my keyboard, I'm typing all of this through voice recognition and editing it with My Craft.
TIEII? TTDHL. ASITD. DOIT. DTDI.
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$3,500 used to seem like a lot of money to me... and it still is.
Obviously it's a lot of money for The Commander as well. I wonder... how much were those reciepts?
Wait... is that MY BUSINESS?
THE NUMBERS DON'T ADD UP
THE NUMBERS DON'T ADD UP
IT'S HORSE SHIT
IT'S HORSE DICK
SHITMARK SKID—DICK
AUTHORIZED INQUIRY INITIATED.
MY TIMETABLE.
ENGAGED.
Alright. Who do I have to really talk to in order to get out of this chickenshit outfit?
I've got a horse upgrade to sell you. YULE. LOVE IT.
SHITMARK SKID—DICK
This is already the best episode of Colombo ever. Since I'm here already–cute rawr!–I'll see what I can do to draw this out... SO EVERYONE GETS THEIR TURN AT THE SHREW.
(Not her, no. Hi, Mom!)
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AUTHORIZED INQUIRY INITIATED.
I'll have to check with my Current Content Partner Overseer On Record—no Sweety, that's not you, but doesn't that sound nice? Go back to sleep—but I can be certain of the following:
If this inquiry doesn't receive its mandated charter, there will be another inquiry request I initiate with mustard, and that one WILL go through... because beyond that, there's nothing but waves and waves of Helicarriers, all the way down to Surface.
AND X’THULLU SHALL RISE TO GREET THEM ALL.
So, take my advice on this one for once, okay? You know how I am about cinders & surfaces—thank you, God, I mean Sir, I mean Ma’am, may I have another?—but obviously I don't wanna share credit with X’thullu, if my righteous fury and blistering anger is enough to boil off the seas all by itself, I get some serious bonus points. The perks alone are pretty sweet.
That being said, this is an Authorized Inquiry at this point. Did I fucking stutter? No, I stammered, and it was by design.
There's just no love of language anymore, ever since We switched to digital music. brb, gonna go wetwork the whole wrong QA Dept. in another building, so the toolboxes in My Q-A Dept. know that I'm not just irritated, I'm serious.
Three hops from C’thullu, Punie Loonies. Three. Admittedly, you have nothing to fear, it's been real paced by X as a safety feature as well as a courtesy, but you know what? You're supposed to have at least 10 billion hops away from that. It's in the design documents. There's no regulation that says you can't run. Your World , currently with as few 1-ups as possible available... but I doubt The PINDAR did this on a whim. (Does Earth even have a Pindar right now? Oh really? Q is The PINDAR? How does that work, I thought I was Q? O Jesus. #JustPunyThings) Yeah, not a whim, and yeah, I don't feel like letting C’thullu rise. I'd rather raise my flying car. How are we doing on that? Where is My Chauffeur at with that? Great. Thanks, A**"*"*.
You thought I served no purpose to The Team, right? And now? Seven Miss Steaks remain. Let that sink in.
p.s. Good news, Everyone! Four Horsemen just self-deported!
p.p.s.: Everybody, stop panicking. I AM THAT I AM.
p.p.p.s.: Hands off my butler. He gets me my dry cleaning. Also, he's a flying elephant in disguise. Do you think I want to deal with a pissed off elephant that soars? Well, yeah, of course I do, but that urine won't come out easy, and that dry cleaning will have been spread all out all over from Newark to Satan’s Country Broken Arms Breakfast Diner by the time I get to it, and not only do I not have that kind of time... fuck it, at that point, do you know what I’d do?
I've heard that they've got some great waffles there, and I can't get a decent email like this—like I get all the time, back Home—at all, so at this point, I'm choosing to ask, just what am I doing so this for?
Because I would prefer not to. I've got doors drugs to slam, I've got roads to travel read, what the fuck is all this even about? I don't even want to do that, no wonder everyone who bought the hype is surprised. Do ewe know what you want? Well, some of them DEW.
Hence... An Inquiry. I'm sure it's something good, with a build up like this, it might just be the equivalent of the launch of a line of dildos named “Aunt Jemima’s Smuckers.”
(There ya go, Ass Ray, go on and trademark monetize that, you're welcome, miss you big bunches, I guess, but you're not missing me, am I rite?
ONCE AGAIN, I HAVE DELIVERED DEBRIEFED.)
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(Not her, no. Hi, Mom!)
It’s a blast already. More answers than questions at this point. One thing leads to another and then all of a sudden out of nowhere people I haven't heard from in years are pounding on my door. “Little pigs! Little pigs! Is Gorbachev in there? Read me in! Read me in!"
Okay, first thing: I'm not the Big Bad Wolf. Whew. What a relief. After months of being accused of human trafficking and conspiracy to engage in same—I know, right, really? YAH RLY—at least I know I am not the foul lupine.
https://youtu.be/0R6WIbx8ysE
I am, however, guilty of both angel trafficking and semen trafficking, as I just traded the souls of all my unborn children in exchange for this _________.
Heavenly Father, please forgive me, for I know not what I do, and rather than figure it out and put a stop to it, I'm going to pour on the kerosene, step on the gas, and turn this m********** fire out.
Scusi, millie regretie. Trust The Plan.
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It’s a blast already. More answers than questions at this point. One thing leads to another and then all of a sudden out of nowhere people I haven't heard from in years are pounding on my door. “Little pigs! Little pigs! Is Gorbachev in there? Read me in! Read me in!"
Okay, first thing: I'm not the Big Bad Wolf. Whew. What a relief. After months of being accused of human trafficking and conspiracy to engage in same—I know, right, really? YAH RLY—at least I know I am not the foul lupine.
I am, however, guilty of both angel trafficking and semen trafficking, as I just traded the souls of all my unborn children in exchange for this _________.
Heavenly Father, please forgive me, for I know not what I do, and rather than figure it out and put a stop to it, I'm going to pour on the kerosene, step on the gas, and turn this m********** fire out.
Scusi, millie regretie. Trust The Plan.
Have you read The Big Over Easy by Jasper Fforde?
Neither have I.
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Hey Jackstar, we had a decent report for very many years.
Why have you turned on me? You've even blocked me on other forums. Why???
Fair play requires me to block you back on some forums.
But I still want to know WHYyou attacked and blocked me in the first place???
That hurt me. Just so you know.
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Have you read The Big Over Easy by Jasper Fforde?
No, I have not! But I really enjoy book recommendations. Thanks!
Before The Internet, I would read and read and read. Of course, during The Internet, I also read and read and read. O, the places I have read about. O, the troubles I have read about. O, the things that I have seen, other people writing about.
Doe. A deer. Ray. A drop of a gleaming dime. But that's not important right now.
Neither have I.
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I think there's some subtext lost here. For example... I am currently under duress. I can't read books. I'm... for lack of a better way to put it, going to say this:
I AM A PRISONER.
I ONLY GET ONE BOOK.
I know, it sounds strange, right? Well, you don't know the half of it.
(Oh yeah, that reminds me. Dat paywall, yo.)
I don't like it, any more than you Punylings do. SIGH. However, there is hope.
I'm going to destroy the enemy. Doesn't that sound nice? Yes, I'm sure it does. Now call me while, I'll mention a book that I've heard about but I've never read either: Sewer, Gas & Electric. I've heard things, go nuts.
In other news, my examination of the historical record (mostly consisting of email I have yet to open) has mostly borne sweet fruit.
For example... after launching an Inquiry and beginning to actually read my mail that has been largely untouched for months, within mere hours, I felt myself on the street watching a man on a bicycle go by in the rain, blowing a clown horn.
And he was blowing it a lot. Combined[size=78%] with some other wild elements, I just can't believe this is a coincidence[/size][/size]. So, back to the drawing board.
There is a mailbox here.
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But I still want to know WHYyou attacked and blocked me in the first place???
That hurt me. Just so you know.
I didn't do that. Fuck you.
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I didn't do that. Fuck you.
That post wasn't addressed to you, unless you are Jackstar incognito. You're welcome.
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That post wasn't addressed to you, unless you are Jackstar incognito. You're welcome.
I'm Spartacus. His wife says, “Hi!”
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launching an Inquiry and beginning to actually read my mail that has been largely untouched for months
Hi! My name is Michael, but people call me Jack, because MOSSAD reasons. I enjoy dodgeball, studying cold, long forgotten, yet immensely relevant microfiche for sociological purposes only, and taking long walks down along the beach to get to dodgeball practice, which, let me tell you... starts the minute I walk into the club. (It still stings a little, but I've gotten used to it, and the dodge training has been top-notch. Can't complain, really, although I really would wish all of all y'all would stop f****** around and play some backgammon or something, as cribbage is for losers.)
This email archive is going to take me some time to work through. Don't stay tuned, but stay tooned up, because as always, always faithful.
(p.s.: someone's in trouble! Besides Other than Me.)
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Do not text me this junk. I told you before!!! STOP it! i don't like your language, its offensive, and disrespectful! I do not want to hear a word of this!! I will not rent to you, because you do not stop your diatribes you send my way.
Now... that, is one spicy
meatball. What can I say? Obvious flattery is obvious.
She would kill me dead if she could. Let there be no doubt. Nevertheless... shields.
heh heh. *clip*
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Do not text me this junk. I told you before!!! STOP it! i don't like your language, its offensive, and disrespectful! I do not want to hear a word of this!! I will not rent to you, because you do not stop your diatribes you send my way.
Now... that, is one spicy meatball. What can I say? Obvious flattery is obvious.
She would kill me dead if she could. Let there be no doubt. Nevertheless... shields.
heh heh. *clip*
From the readings I'm getting here on this instrument panel, boo-bippity-boop-boop dip-dip-ploytz, the long story short on the TL;DR here looks to legit be “somebody” was trying to cross a phoenix with a dragon in a test tube and it just didn't work out. Shocking, really, who could have not seen that coming? Yeah, bugwomen on broomsticks carrying concealed bricks and bats would be my first guess too. (Oni Involvement has been detected & neutralized. Thanks to Triad Team Hammer. oxox, someone let me out of this China shop, where's the door, I don't have thumbs, I can't read, I'm Bully Helen Keller, stop, you're killing me, oh my God my hernia, where's my painkillers, I need a chiropractor that does acupuncture, stat, hurry up, get out of the house, I need to have a reason to be alone, any remotely plausible reason, for the love of God, for at least an hour and a half, I need to clean up, this place is a mess, hurry up, leave the cat & the baby, just get out, I just want ewe to get ohhhhhhhh, you, T.) Somebody check the license plates. Thanks Colombo, catch you later at the squash match, and did anybody ask you to stop by and check all the bumper stickers too? No? Then I guess you shouldn't have done that and blew the deal early then? huh. What's the name of your new show, pool boy? The Colombo Amateur Cuck Hour? That's going to sell biscuits in f****** Arkansas. For sure. For you. Free eel. Free Earl 4 Lyfe. FREE PEARL. Look, I'm not saying it was Chimera, but there is some other DNA in the sample we've got, looks like about a third of it, and it—shut up, Chomputer, I'll objectify you if I want, get back in your hole with your abacus, slam—says here that it's “Chlassified.” Chute. It's even in ALLCHAPS with parentheses and CHOVID & C.H.U.D. & (PROTEV TED CHER) & everything. It doesn't even begin to look like a mindslave memevirus.
Luckily, fortunately, and no doubt blessedly, or at least ordained on paper, none of all y'all are going to have to be flagrantly inflating your own personal areas of concern, because Jackstar Michaelsune may be many things, and he can objectify himself and say, “God-damn!” and slam doors as much as he God blessed damned well pleases, nigga please, there's good f****** rights being Special Needs Class, trust me I know what I'm doing just as least as well as Keith Jagger and Mick Richards do, but Michaelson is not a jack slave, nor am I a Mindslave. And for all these reasons and more, I will destroy the subcreature that I have destroyed for you... ONCE MORE, WITH FEELING.
NOW, CAN WE QUIT F****** AROUND AND PLAY CHESS? My arms are no longer tired, now we're moving up to shoulders.
We're approaching the outskirts of the borders of... Shrug Territory. (I'll be the first to admit, not my favorite territory if a girl simply has to be shooting while straddling my shoulders—but I can cope skillfully.) Now, admit it, just to yourselves, how many of you fell for the arms-means-IV-drug-use+pacifist+guerillabuse meme, when I was actually DIRECTLY AND CONSCIOUSLY REFERRING TO ... Atlas Shrugged? Are-ee-ayy-dee-ayy-bee-ohh-ohh-kay CHEERANIUM!!¡!!
LMAOIO. TIEII? SIT.
F****** Punylings—WORTH IT. CHECKMATE, LODGE SISTREN. CARE TO TRY FOR PURCHASING A TICKET TO RIDE A SIXTH HELICARRIER? BECAUSE WE CAN GO FOR AN ELEVENTY-ELEVENTH HELICARRIER IF YOU WANT, I CAN DO THIS ALL DAY, I CAN DO THIS ALL SUMMER, I CAN DO THIS ALL DECADE, I'VE BEEN DOING THIS LITERALLY MY ENTIRE ADULT LIFE FOUR DECADES IN SERVICE TO JESUS CHRIST.
DON'T THINK I CAN'T DO IT JUST BECAUSE IT SOUNDS LIKE A SCRIPT. *click*
Now, back to the “Dragon/Phoenix Poltergeist Genome Project” crew. You Old Farts are benched. You get me? I'm talking Jesus plus moneylender type shit. Speaking of which, Baby needs a new microphone.
Never put Baby’s mic in the corner. It's unprofessional.
Now, fortunately, what They got back didn't live long, again and again and again, but unfortunately, none of those scientists caught in an infinitely aggressive regression resurrection loop brought enough marshmallows to cover the the check One has to write to cover the s'mores one has to prepare for an infinitely regressive series of catastrophic meltdowns caused by a phoenix that feels like infinitely setting itself on fire from within every time it hears a train whistle blow.
(Close, but no cigar.)
That's why the US government has given me myself Jackstar the story of dreams liberator or the freedom, they've given me a contract with the black budget to start working on the recipe for LSD 55555 apparently they stopped early, because you know how government contractors are they'll knock off early for lunch and never come back once they got the check.
I'm not like that. Trust me. You can count on me. It's already in my spine. This won't take long to synthesize at all, and then we can all get back to business. (And, no more rape jokes. Focus, Flunkies. Rape is serious business. End of line trafficking, Kids. Go back to cleaning plates for K P.
I run a pretty brutal Boy Scout summer camp.)
But, don't worry: I put in a request down to Engineering, and they're going to resurrect Nixon so you'll have somebody to kick around again, after he undoes that f****** he did with his f****** mightier pen. I hear he likes it, and I guess he's a volunteer. (Volunteering is now mandatory.)
My love for you all is boundless and overflowing, just like my testicles. The Hand of The Divine is in all things... except that, I guess that would be blasphemy or something. Whatever.
Semper rawr.
https://youtu.be/fvNDimHIfws
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LEAVE THE CHILDREN ALONE WITH GRAPEFRUIT.
Literally nothing has changed.
/FLEXT
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Literally nothing has changed.
/FLEXT
Things start changing now.
SPEAKING OF TIMETABLES, DO ANY OF YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW WHEN THE NEXT SCHEDULED EPISODE OF THAT HOT NEW GAME SHOW IN PARIS, IT'S ALL THE RAGE: BEATING THE MAGICK OUT OF ME BY THE FORCE WITH LITERAL BAGS OF THIS.SITH.SHIT. SIGNED: T.Society. (Dr. Ed: *horse*blink*) A doctor that knows it's a horse? I can buy that. But is this a medical doctor? Open the mouth; let's check the gums. (Cowlitz County: open the garage; check for guns. Circle the wagons too, why don't-cha? Are you too busy with an emergency? Well, why don't I hold your black robe for you, while you get your white coat on, and your stethoscope on, and then you can run down there TO THE HOSPITAL WHERE EMERGENCIES TYPICALLY GO. and point things out to people, do a little gambling on whether or not it's an emergency or not, hey here's an idea why don't you just drop it oh that's right you can't how's that dopeslave prosecutor of yours doing? Oh really huh I wonder I wonder maybe you should just try giving him more dope maybe he should just have all the dope in the north he wants and then maybe he'll be a good prosecutor, for once. have you tried that yet? hey here's an idea have you tried dope? Do you even know what dope is? Well do you? Wow, now there's something I've seen a few times before: a cricket in a judges' robe, not chirping, but frantically looking through pictures of letters in paint-a-frame-by-frame-up-in-books.
I'm going to work on this and think about it some but it's pretty apparent what I'm talking about here.
Word on the street through the grapevine and this is unconfirmed speculative rumor only—is that they're torturing her because they can't torture me and they don't actually want to torture her they want her to shut the fuck up and take a lot of dope and have a lot of sex so they can sell her as a whore but she's busy standing up for herself—and being the strong, independent woman that she was always meant to be (except this one's (1) an Abo-Amazon, so SHE ACTUALLY IS meant to be THAT) (if you cannot afford to speak free-leigh, then you just better not free-lee fucking speak at all... unless you're a really good writer whose entire family have ALL already been killed, so: fuck it CIA: DRY BLOOD LUBE LEILOO-LOOLEI HALLAS SALAD-DO-DOO MULTIPASS/MILTI-PASS\MULTIPASS MULTI-FUCKER MOTHER-PASS) and not calling the police apparently to report guns stolen which is good, because stolen guns can be a very serious matter. And often is related to: HOSTAGE TAKING, SURVIVOR TRAINING, CONFLICT RESOLUTION: NEW YORK CITY STYLE, SPOOKY THUGS AND SPOOKY PANTS AND SPOOKY FRUITS RIFLING THROUGH PEOPLE'S BELONGINGS TO TAKE WHAT THEY WANT, SPECIAL ISLAND BOYS PRIVILEGES, SPECIAL ISLAND BOYS RULES, CIVIL ASSET FORFEITURE OH WAIT THAT'S WHAT WHAT I JUST SAID THAT WHAT TWICE AND MRS PAUL LICKING YOUR OWN DOG'S ANUS TM RAM-RABBIT-STAR COPYRIGHT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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Things start changing now.
(Blanky), I wrote something important.
I took your words to heart and I meant them when I sentTthem back to you, and beneath that though you're right: I have been *apparently* wasting time.
There is no plan but God's plan.
Having said that: I will allow that we both want to do a polite Navy cheer *yas,yAy,raraR.A.H.* but, we can do that later, please read this and then call me later KNOW: I think you know what the consequences are rushing into things, and you don't.
THAT IS THE CONSEQUENCE TO BE SUFFERED.
UNDERSTAND THE POWER OF A SINGLE ACTION:
>Z.
Time passes.
GBY. The future—01 T’future of Humanity has been written as ROT, rottten, & WroUght By Stone and Forged By LIrONy **bars of Maj. Felony FraUd.
(Have you thought of becoming a preacher? Now that you've learned how to motivate mE, you could probably go out and teach how to tap dance Christian scientific mysticism to a herd of cows; be that bull or boy.
Okay, now you can call me, or you can wait. I'm not Heaven, but I have been there, and I'm waiting.
NON-NEGOTIABLE: KUCZI MUST HAVE THE STARKUCZI ESQUIREPRIZE.
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Yep.
SPEAKING OF TIMETABLES, DO ANY OF YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW WHEN THE NEXT SCHEDULED EPISODE OF THAT HOT NEW GAME SHOW IN PARIS, IT'S ALL THE RAGE: BEATING THE MAGICK OUT OF ME BY THE FORCE WITH LITERAL BAGS OF THIS.SITH.SHIT. SIGNED: T.Society. (Dr. Ed: *horse*blink*) A doctor that knows it's a horse? I can buy that. But is this a medical doctor? Open the mouth; let's check the gums. (Cowlitz County: open the garage; check for guns. Circle the wagons too, why don't-cha? Are you too busy with an emergency? Well, why don't I hold your black robe for you, while you get your white coat on, and your stethoscope on, and then you can run down there TO THE HOSPITAL WHERE EMERGENCIES TYPICALLY GO. and point things out to people, do a little gambling on whether or not it's an emergency or not, hey here's an idea why don't you just drop it oh that's right you can't how's that dopeslave prosecutor of yours doing? Oh really huh I wonder I wonder maybe you should just try giving him more dope maybe he should just have all the dope in the north he wants and then maybe he'll be a good prosecutor, for once. have you tried that yet? hey here's an idea have you tried dope? Do you even know what dope is? Well do you? Wow, now there's something I've seen a few times before: a cricket in a judges' robe, not chirping, but frantically looking through pictures of letters in paint-a-frame-by-frame-up-in-books.
I'm going to work on this and think about it some but it's pretty apparent what I'm talking about here.
Word on the street through the grapevine and this is unconfirmed speculative rumor only—is that they're torturing her because they can't torture me and they don't actually want to torture her they want her to shut the fuck up and take a lot of dope and have a lot of sex so they can sell her as a whore but she's busy standing up for herself—and being the strong, independent woman that she was always meant to be (except this one's (1) an Abo-Amazon, so SHE ACTUALLY IS meant to be THAT) (if you cannot afford to speak free-leigh, then you just better not free-lee fucking speak at all... unless you're a really good writer whose entire family have ALL already been killed, so: fuck it CIA: DRY BLOOD LUBE LEILOO-LOOLEI HALLAS SALAD-DO-DOO MULTIPASS/MILTI-PASS\MULTIPASS MULTI-FUCKER MOTHER-PASS) and not calling the police apparently to report guns stolen which is good, because stolen guns can be a very serious matter. And often is related to: HOSTAGE TAKING, SURVIVOR TRAINING, CONFLICT RESOLUTION: NEW YORK CITY STYLE, SPOOKY THUGS AND SPOOKY PANTS AND SPOOKY FRUITS RIFLING THROUGH PEOPLE'S BELONGINGS TO TAKE WHAT THEY WANT, SPECIAL ISLAND BOYS PRIVILEGES, SPECIAL ISLAND BOYS RULES, CIVIL ASSET FORFEITURE OH WAIT THAT'S WHAT WHAT I JUST SAID THAT WHAT TWICE AND MRS PAUL LICKING YOUR OWN DOG'S ANUS TM RAM-RABBIT-STAR COPYRIGHT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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Literally nothing has changed.
/FLEXT
This post did not age well.
(Blanky), I wrote something important.
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NON-NEGOTIABLE:
KUCZI MUST HAVE THE STARKUCZI ESQUIREPRIZE.
Yep. YUR goddam RITE. I wrote this.
MRS PAUL LICKING YOUR OWN DOG'S ANUS TM RAM-RABBIT-STAR COPYRIGHT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(It's an (Kk)-older code, but these are older elder Elderberry-gentle Men, G-ladys + gentleman, as well as a whole mess of skirts and dames; they won't know what anybody who knows me knows, THAT I AM THAT I AM, +I would k|no|w sooner hurt a dog, than I would hurt my K-owned k-mother's k-sister’s HUSBAND KISS SANDgod. K-Love them K-Birds.)