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AzzGab => Politics => Topic started by: Master Trollda on June 14, 2022, 03:58:03 AM
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Discuss.
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Discuss.
It's likely to be the only harvest we've got left, and I've been seeding the clouds for years with these magick apple seeds I got from Johnny Legume.
It should be a gasser, but it'll probably just be another boring Fu-55. “Auntie Em! Auntie Em! It's a twister! It's a twister!” Now, if it were from Milton Bradley, people would have a problem.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlGclIZV5JQhttps://youtu.be/Dy4HA3vUv2c
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlGclIZV5JQ
Hey, cool: you found one of my mixtapes from 1990.
Thank God, future historians will groove on this long-lost data point. Speaking of “data points,” pate... how many times have you died and been reborn? That you remember. Accuracy not required. Not looking to show off.
I'm just wondering how many you remember cuz I seen at least five of you, and from my part I think I'm up to six or seven myself. I don't really recall.
Of course, these days... every time I go to sleep, I'm murdered by Freddy Krueger (occupational hazard; I mean... I am a nun.). You probably don't have that kind of a deal going on.
Don't tell me about your deal. *shudder* I'm just wondering how many times you remember dying, or being reborn, or achieving a state of transcendentation—either kind, illu3minative -or- illuminating—and if so, was it recent?
Like I wasn't trying to insult you, I was doing my own thing and then suddenly your soul called to me for release, so I restored it, why wouldn't I? I mean I thought about taking a DNA sample and breaking his hand first but I didn't think that would be necessary.
And wouldn't have had to anyway. I'm not asking for a friend. You are all already My friends.
By the way: there's three of you, and me and the other two took a vote: here's your sign.
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Discuss.
It never occurred to you that this is an actual felony crime, huh? Well, what can I say? I never /reported you. Honestly, I really prefer to let nature take its course.
I also prefer to hide in the bathroom from the teleporting witches. I suppose I have to go out there now. *sigh*
Hey here's an idea: I'll go out there and they'll kill me again. That way, the balance of power shall be maintained. At this point, what difference does it even make?
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At this point, what difference does it even make?
https://youtu.be/_mJOVuR5Ra
This data is marvvvvvelous. I love this data.
Research is not my whole purpose... I just really get off on knowing what is happening. This ain't the first time I've been out of the loop, that's for sure.
It's not the last, either. And for three years... you all put up with a façade. And then since The Reckoning, yet another façade. And then another, and another.
And... you know me. Roflcopters. Current façade: creamy nougat boiling over.
Current legit interior status:
MIRTH IS KING.
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Well, what can I say? I never /reported you.
They went to so much trouble to get me to file a complaint. And I never did. Because I know how this scheme operates.
Also, I was happy to file a report with her. Then... she left me and blew smoke up her own ass with her own “friends” who were only too happy to encourage her to laugh it up, Fuzzball. Because, why not? As far as they knew... she was gonna forget all about me soon enough.
So then she wanted my help after her real friends couldn't help her. Well, I'm helping. Without answers to my questions, how much help could I have been?
Well, I'll find out next time. Coming right up! Because you see, BellGab, I never had a problem with any of you... I had a problem with THE TREASON. Whose treason? Let's leave that murky for a bit.
I would presume that teams are on it. But how would I know? I am merely a worm. Barely fit to crawl upon the fetid Earth.
*wiggle wiggle* See? Just a worm. *wriggle wriggle*
*wrinkle wrinkle*
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Current legit interior status:
MIRTH IS KING.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIPc2GY0zSE
I will explain: by becoming --completely-- isolated from -all- my interpersonal relationships... it becomes immensely easier for me to pick out where I show up in all these loopy lunatic terror Tarot lady videos. Consequently, I can listen to the advice of the reader, who is usually doing a "General" reading, and focus on the cards, and on any new information that may present itself, is easier to evaluate.
It's all about the research, Kids. Make lemonade out of the tree you find yourself falling out of and hitting every hard knot branch on the way down... and next time, don't portal into a tree. Try a parking lot next time!!! Maybe!! Just a suggestion!
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*wiggle wiggle* See? Just a worm. *wriggle wriggle*
*wrinkle wrinkle*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5pnxU-owK0
This is someone who has learned a lesson they needed to learn."
A new spread showing up within the last twenty minutes. Someone changed their mind about something. This happens all the time: you know how women, children, and executive producers are, they're hard to pin down.
Well, I AM The_Kingpinner; and I possess The Kuczi Advantage. And with the innovations that the K.U.C.Z.I. Oscillating Overthruster has brought to the table, that Advantage is magnified enormously.
Now, it's obvious what has happened: (PROT) has re-asserted control. (Trust me, absolutely EVERYONE has been COMMANDED not to talk to me. Oh yeah. It's ooooobivious. To me, anyway. I could go at it in detail. But I'll put it this way:
SUSPECT: BLACK MALE.
Two Aces, and The Tower: something coming together, and something else completely falling down and falling apart."
The Kuczi Advantage is simply this: I don't want anything here... I WAS SUMMONED. Oh, so... I move towards the calling signal, and I'm suddenly BLOCKED.
By whom? Oh, I see. Well, that is awkward, isn't. Well, far be it from me, to stand in the way of any closures. Additionally, some far too many of you are way, way too involved/invested here in my life, and as a result... none of you know for certain what my objective is. However, someone has CIRCLED THE WAGONS and DECLARED HOSTILITY.
Wow! Well, I know what to do here: be a pacifist. Hi! I'm Ghandi! I enjoy reincarnating as a Hungarian anchor baby, scoring really well on standardized exams, and blowing minds with mine own. Oh, wait, I'm not Ghandi. I kicked his ass out on landfall. (I kept Melchizedek, though. He's cool.)
I regret lying to you."
Just don't do it again. Ten years from now we'll both be alive and we won't be here. But I will always remember the last 3 months. You have no idea as yet what it has been like for me. You have -obviously- been misled. And how could it have been by me?
I never said you should believe everything you read. BTW: (PROT) MEGAPISSED, and it serves her goddam right; I caught her trying to--you guessed it--jam me up, and I suppose she thought that was a great idea that would be sure to work. Surprise! Caught red-handed & red-tongued, on the phone, case closed, victim: KUCZI, agressor: "He really raped me!" *totesmassiverolleyes* One can guess who could--and did--see that coming. I guess she shouldn't have lied either. Or, maybe that was (PROT) in disguise. So hard to tell these days. In any event, this is a Crux event barrelling down upon us, and you yourself aren't exactly who you think you are to me.
Everything changed when I learned of the existence of panick portal planar magick. Things also changed yesterday, when, in spite of no real reason to do so, I suddenly found myself grabbing two blue objects and two red objects and turned them into an -actual- bomb. Not that I would have lit it off, but, it was very impressive tek.
So what do you think is the scary part? That I'm gonna learn more sekret magick tek? Am I gonna use too much letter "K"? Am I gonna start being abusive?
... have I ever? Opinions vary. In truth, I would not do the maneuver that I did, ever again. It retrospect, it seems strange that I did it all.
Oh, by the way; spellwork has been done on me. I canceled it, naturally, but it makes sense that all the stops would be pulled out tonight of all nights. This is their last best chance (they think) to accomplish their primary objective, which is: me in an oubliette, and (PROT) successfully impersonating me. Assumed legal identity, all the money, got the house, GOT THE LIFE. That is ENDGAME GOAL for (PROT).
Oh yeah. Once that happens: MURDER. It's already been floated as a concept. Now, I ask you, do I have any reason to murder anyone? Why would I want to waste the 9,995 marbles still ready to roll? But yes, I was told that my girlfriend would be murdered. I forget the details after that, as my heart ran cold when I heard the voice. Because he wasn't gonna... but that was pretty much only because he couldn't. And who was it? It could have been anyone with that voice vocoder file.
... and, someone who was capable of successfully threatening (PROT). SUSPECT: BLACK MALE.
In any event, I would like to wrap this whole thing up. I'm not going to kill myself, I'm not going to kill anyone, I am not a danger to myself or others, I feel quite relaxed and fine... this is THE ENDGAME. Bonus Round nearly complete. This is LEGITIMATELY fascinating work.
And I'm not obsessed with my penis. So... I'll just do some research. See what comes up. I'm not a crime fighter, other people can do that. I am seeking ways to support complete healing. (I know I am confident my penis is not involved here.) For example: without the existence and the certain knowledge of The Kuczi Advantage... would we all have gotten so far, so quick, so soon?
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Current legit interior status:
MIRTH IS KING.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYg40h6BWPs
This Page of Swords is showing up as this little spy card."
No comment on this one.... other than to say, OMG THIS IS FASCINATING. A Crux event, with no ally available, no friend available, no outside help to be had--at all--and it has been over half a year with any legitimate information. At this point, anything could be "true"... and this circumstance opens up the Quantum field for my research corpus to unfold towards maximum Glory.
You Punies. You're so focused on sex & drugs & whatever. And still in all this time, only one person has been asking me --the tough questions-- at all. And even (PROT) didn't get to the juicy ones. Now, I'll be honest: I do have preferences on how events develop from here.
I also possess the wherewithal to choose my future based on what I choose to value. And, I hold the ambition to select only the best co-creator to work with from here. This does NOT have to be my Twin Flame: and reminder, none of you know exactly who this was... or is now. (I scrambled things.)
/flex
Hi, I'm Jackstar. I'm very clever, so clever that I built a T.A.R.D.I.S., and so phenomenally, fiendishly clever that I built a security system into it... from the ground up. (A dude teleported in and tried to actually kill me with an actual knife strike to the nape of the neck. Imagine my delight!) And at the very least... I have a pretty okay imagination. Although I can't imagine why people I barely know or have even never met have chosen to make me their enemy. I am guessing that it was not expected that I would not be a drooling, mouthbreathing retard forever. Scusi, mille regretie.
Yeah, Daleks hate me too, I imagine. A-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-boo-hoo. QQ. Look, just let me enjoy my study hall time, ok? Ok? OK? OKAY? OTAY? JESUS! WTF! She must have shitloads of money that you dorks dumped on her to hold for tax dodging purposes. (Lucky guess.) Look, I'm not that kind of Sourceror, you dig? Some of you just wish I were.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owzKpKHSoAk
totesardor.
See his little tail?"
No, I don't have any interest in seeing Elvis, The Black Masons Mascot Of The Year for 2022. I mean, really... come on man? I can't fap to this. Maybe if it showed ID.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMBdsvMP1ow
I found this fellow by searching for most recent Sadge reading. It was at the top of the list. This is signifcant as I don't usually listen to Tarot Dudes.
I was exclusively Terror Tarot Lady-Centered, but now? Eh, I like his voice. I guess I am gay now. We'll see.
There was something very toxic that they now want to leave."
Oh, well: no shit, that would be apparent to someone who didn't rely on the primary research of others.
Whatever this toxic situation was--they have put an end to it."
/me looks around for a football to spike or a lunatic to disarm--any gender--and, failing to find a target, settles back down into further study.
There is a third party here."
I'm okay with friendly people. I'm confused by all this struggle between Montotheism and Polytheism, honestly. Who struggles with this shit still? Oh, right: Puny world, Puny residents, Punyling problems. *sigh*
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Current legit interior status:
MIRTH IS KING.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PFUCvrnLzs
This person lives alone with a dog."
My delight is truly endless. .kcor s'teL But... is it My Hitler? Time will tell.
Note that this one indicates a distinct lack of interest in anyone else around. This would explain why simply blocking my number and routine monitoring has been enough for me to have no idea of this timeline's existence. Because of -other- timelines that criss-cross, and those have a -heavily invested interest- in keeping me fucked off and alone, either for future harvest, or eternal misery in a DOOMOubliette.
(Interdimensional diplomacy showing its fangs.) It's a jungle out there, Kid Monkey Rocks.
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.kcor s'teL But... is it My Hitler? Time will tell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bm4lnKHJUjs
It would be awkward for me to explain how long I have looked forward to -this- time. -This- night. Let's put it this way; it was inevitable, and I rather thought it would happen sooner.
So much data. My thirst for knowledge will never be slaked.
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Current legit interior status:
MIRTH IS KING.
https://youtu.be/P3gC18NOUEM
This is the Broad Sword Terror Tarot Lady that started at all, she used to work in the entertainment industry, she was in broadcasting, she was an executive producer, and there is exactly zero chance that she doesn't know exactly who (PROT) & (PROT) are. At least.
And she flies right out of the gate with a very biased message from the beginning. She clearly knows what she's getting into. Today's a big day. Not sure how I know this... Oh yeah that's right I published that big old letter.
It's over somewhere on this website; I forget where. I didn't hide it. What, did my lack of a podcast make it difficult to find my messages? oh that's too bad.
The good news is at the end of the reading I agreed with her. The bad news is it took quite a while of parsing through a whole bunch of negative talk before I could make any sense when she was talking about other than just be generally negative. Wonder why that is?
Of course you don't. Everybody knows. Even I know, and none of you talk to me. If a dimwitted (Blank) drunk like me... oh wait, no, I'm the smart one who can cook—if this reasonably talented Hungarian man can figure out all this stuff using math and science and intuition... Well I'm probably just really stubborn.
But I guarantee you that without actually talking to me, nobody else is going to be able to figure this out from this one. I possess special personal hidden information, that I haven't shared with anybody.
I mentioned this because, I already know what choice I'm going to make: and I've already verified that it's correct. (I have many Divination tools at my command. I've been studying this shit for 20 years. I'm not a scientist. I'm not a Satanist. I'm not a Source... oh, wait, I am that one. Anyway, I know what I'm doing: I AM A RESEARCHER.) The fact that it's happening today doesn't really change anything for me, but... for other people who haven't done their preparatory work, you might want to pay attention.
Big shit is happening. I'm here as a legal observer; I'm not here to fiddle-fuck around with chasing clout. Grapefruit goes where Grapefruit wants. I'm not the boss of her... and I never was.
Complete healing is our birthright.
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Current legit interior status:
MIRTH IS KING.
Complete healing is our birthright.
https://youtu.be/bm4lnKHJUjs
ROUND REBEL REPRESENT.
Ocean rescue.
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Current legit interior status:
WORTH IS KING.
Complete healing is our birthright.
ROUND REBEL REPORTS:
Your ocean is pretty fucked and so is he gonna /b].
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But... is it My Hitler? Time will tell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrU8OPUG2yI
Look, that was fun and all, but it's time to get back to work. I got dozens of new friends: they're all robots or terrified of robots. Hang on--
MASSIVE TOTESFUCKIN' ROLLEYES
Okay, well, I get it. Afraid of getting sucked into The Matrix? Yeah, I bet. (Once or twice was enough for Me/me--ME didn't ever go, which makes me ActualKuczi, your new favorite superhero. You're welcome.) All of these robots totally totestotes want me to buy into crypto.
I said, "I can't make any such decisions without consulting with *****Fruit," which, as an undeniably true statement, has bought me some time. They probably send a transforming car to come and throw me into its own damn truck if I take too long, right? Well, also not gonna happen.
Hi, I'm Jackstar. I own Castle Grayskull. Fuck you. AND your mother. AND YOUR MOTHER'S MOTHER, WOOT. (Respectfully.) I also enjoy rescuing stragglers, rescuing stranglers, and picking up damsels for their weekly field trip to The Stranglers' Zoo. (Sounds like great counseling for therapy, honestly.)
Okay, so the deal is, it don't matter much what she is called--I'm here for a pickup. Someone--actually several someones--are looking for me. Some are like, holded up in a cave on a mountainside, somewhere near Shaka, CA, someplace where the walls fell. Who knows. I'm just parsing this on the fly for coherent meaning, not accuracy. Obviously, if you got scary robots coming for your wealth... well, damn, Sons, how fuckin' rich are you? Pfft. Buy me a microphone then.
So, in the meantime I have at least six months, I believe. I'm still doing what i was doing before, but now I got way more street cred. Which is nice.
It's not very nice, and I'm still not real happy with Certain People(TM), but nevertheless I built this place to be an unassailable fortress, and: it is.
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WTF?! Why did you totes gay this thread up with tarot card readings? ::)
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WTF?! Why did you totes gay this thread up with tarot card readings? ::)
Because I'm tired of ruining your birthday(s).
... aren't you gay? I thought you loved being gay.
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Because I'm tired of ruining your birthday(s).
... aren't you gay? I thought you loved being gay.
If you mean happy then yes.
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If you mean happy then yes.
Are you indicating you're not a woman living alone with a dog?
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Are you indicating you're not a woman living alone with a dog?
I’m saying it makes you look like an Oprah watching faggot when you post tarot card readings.
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Current legit interior status:
MIRTH IS KING.
Big shit is happening. I'm here as a legal observer; I'm not here to fiddle-fuck around with chasing clout. Grapefruit goes where Grapefruit wants. I'm not the boss of her... and I never was.
Complete healing is our birthright.
https://youtu.be/LstivL8x3R0
They put it this way: either somebody has to go back and it costs a whole bunch of resources and I regret it forever—like eternity—or I just go do it because I'm already here.
Hey did you see what I posted earlier? That's the first time it was that big. I'm kind of nervous I don't know the protocol should I go to 8chan and post it now?
As a Family matter, I would kind of prefer that this be kept internal, but since You People are all about fucking posting shit on 8Chan saying that I did it, I figured you would want to do it again this time.
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I’m saying it makes you look like an Oprah watching faggot when you post tarot card readings.
What do you think it makes you look like when you align yourself against my mission Time and Time and again? Do you think you're fighting the good fight by keeping me from wasting time? And, who are you again anyway?
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Are you indicating you're not a woman living alone with a dog?
Team Advantage has the contract.
Exactly how is this a surprise to anybody? I toteswarned.
There's plenty more going on here this situation that I'd be happy to explain but I'm not going to post about publicly. Why don't you go analyze the new Q drop? Because that one was legit.
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you look like an Oprah watching faggot
Everything seems in order here.
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What do you think it makes you look like when you align yourself against my mission Time and Time and again? Do you think you're fighting the good fight by keeping me from wasting time? And, who are you again anyway?
(https://cdn.quotesgram.com/img/12/20/650369728-apocalypse-now-5.jpg)
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(https://cdn.quotesgram.com/img/12/20/650369728-apocalypse-now-5.jpg)
I honestly wouldn't mind talking about it, it's not what you think. I was pretty surprised too.
We have plenty of time to concern ourselves with the matter. But I might as well explain to you now cuz I'm not going to change my mind, it's already been changed that's why there's a new mission.
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I honestly wouldn't mind talking about it, it's not what you think. I was pretty surprised too.
We have plenty of time to concern ourselves with the matter. But I might as well explain to you now cuz I'm not going to change my mind, it's already been changed that's why there's a new mission.
And what is the new mission? Bore people with tarot card readings?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxopPDMq7rs
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Miss Cleo
I used to watch her with my other Pleiadean girlfriend. We saw them take her down. Life lesson learned.
It's not rare for somebody like me to have more than one girlfriend from another planet is it? I really am that pretty.
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And what is the new mission?
I got to pick up a vessel. It's going to be followed by a third one later, but this is just the one I'm on. (The Holy Trinity backs Me). I'm guessing your wife would love to get the second one but she can't come with me this time.
Shelbyville come with me at all for like three and a half years hahaha
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https://youtu.be/91wX0NRjJqg
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I got to pick up a vessel. It's going to be followed by a third one later, but this is just the one I'm on. (The Holy Trinity backs Me). I'm guessing your wife would love to get the second one but she can't come with me this time.
Shelbyville come with me at all for like three and a half years hahaha
Ex-wife and she told me that you’re both gay and impotent, hence all the blustery bravado. It’s a compensatory facade. ;)
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http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=104.msg30114#msg30114
Discuss.
I'm guessing your wife would love to get the second one but she can't come with me this time.
Let me guess: she's busy being coached for testifying, right? You know I'm a Man here, right? Sourceror, not a big pussy, gets the job done, Hungarian, kind of a badass—oh, nothing compared to you though, you are an alpha that reeks of machismo. Right?
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
Also if I don't do it the other other one breaks up with him. Instant. Dot flat. Flatline.
Would I lie to you? Did I lie to her? Why does this matter so much?
Like sands... through the hourglass...
PROJECT: LOOKING GLASS.
Not even once.
Ex-wife and she told me
This is your authoritative source? What does Wikipedia say?
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It’s a compensatory facade. ;)
Your tempestuous urges to bring about an abandonment to my cause are not likely to work any more well than they ever did. I mean... just how happy are you?
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she told me that you’re both gay and impotent
Well number one, different she, and number two, know I have no idea how she smells. Number three, I think four gay and impotent androgyns can probably at least run a library or open a bar or something useful.
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Let me guess: she's busy being coached for testifying, right? You know I'm a Man here, right? Sourceror, not a big pussy, gets the job done, Hungarian, kind of a badass—oh, nothing compared to you though, you are an alpha that reeks of machismo. Right?
Also if I don't do it the other other one breaks up with him. Instant. Dot flat. Flatline.
Would I lie to you? Did I lie to her? Why does this matter so much?
Like sands... through the hourglass...
PROJECT: LOOKING GLASS.
Not even once.
This is your authoritative source? What does Wikipedia say?
I’m OK with Hungarians but the food is just too heavy and cream laden for me.
Anniem, what do you think?
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I’m OK with Hungarians but the food is just too heavy and cream laden for me.
Yeah: different she hi though. /flee
*this was not an attempt to contact any (A. SHAW)*
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Anniem, what do you think?
Oh I don't have to run from that one thank god, hello, different she.
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too heavy and cream laden
Now, things like this, are not the reason why I respect you, but they are an excellent reminder of why everyone should be respected; you never know when somebody's going to come up and remember what they did.
Or what I did, for that matter.
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Now, things like this, are not the reason why I respect you, but they are an excellent reminder of why everyone should be respected; you never know when somebody's going to come up and remember what they did.
Or what I did, for that matter.
I swear, I can hear you talking in the goddam Star Chamber. Very flattering indeed.
Nevertheless there is more going on than just what you're concerned about, and I certainly don't blame any of you for being concerned, certainly was one of my first thoughts.
And I thought, “Oh boy they're going to love this.”
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Let me guess: she's busy being coached for testifying, right?
I'd like to point out that none of the stuff matters to me, that's your relationship, that's your business, and I'm not even addressing that. You're just imagining that I am. 58D!!
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I'd like to point out that none of the stuff matters to me, that's your relationship, that's your business, and I'm not even addressing that. You're just imagining that I am. 58D!!
I think you’re projecting here. I don’t have any legal proceedings with any of my former relationships.
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I think you’re projecting here.
Anyway, hi. Different she. How am I unclear about this? Because obviously if it were somebody that I could talk to here, then it would be somebody that I would talk to here about it, it wouldn't be two boys from Texas telling me to shut up and stand down.
Think, Biff, think. Also, I said "vessel" and I meant vessel. The actual individual you're all totally nonchalant about freaking out about, nothing suspicious there, might not come back, obviously, I don't rescue people against their will, but there's an urn involved.
Or there may be, in fact, three people. I don't know. Just happened like a few hours ago, right? Yeah mysteriously I had a dream about all of this happening and know exactly what to do and I'm not surprised I'm getting push back from all of you. Wow, what a surprise. Feels like I'm home again.
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I don’t have any legal proceedings with any of my former relationships.
Check with Divine Court. I'll hold/*\wait. Hang on—yeah you should be getting your phone call soon
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Check with Divine Court. I'll hold/*\wait. Hang on—yeah you should be getting your phone call soon
Well it looks like something's happening. Who could possibly have guessed that?
You can't stop the signal.
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Look, that was fun and all, but it's time to get back to work.
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It's not very nice, and I'm still not real happy with Certain People(TM), but nevertheless I built this place to be an unassailable fortress, and: it is.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhUwgOTkqnw
Look, we don't have to make a big deal about this.
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Well it looks like something's happening. Who could possibly have guessed that?
You can't stop the signal.
Yes I can. I just choose not to.
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Yes I can. I just choose not to.
You may be unaware of the nature of the signal and I fail to understand any reticence on this issue. Note that I don't have any interest in promulgating any signal at all! What's done is done--call it Divine Intervention, as I prefer that to yammering on about being an Ambassador to The_Quincunx.
Tell you what: you stop stopping me, and you go ahead and stop your signal... and also, stop all the signals to all your little minions that have been:
1) crafting false paper charges;
2) spread false Intenet rumours;
3) actively creating false trails of evidence;
4) failing to provide Authority with whatever they need to recognize that your New(TM) Wife called 911 on 12/24/21 and lied to dispatch, thus setting into motion a chain of events that still kinda chaps my ass to this day.
If it should be the case that I have some of these pronouns and family titles wrong, please do let me know... uh, not at all. I'm not concerned about what you think I am concerned about, because I'm not addicted to either sex or drugs, and I'm not working on getting laid right now, which should be obvious except to your entire line marriage/group marriage/extra-maritial partnering group/cryptocurrency mining shell corporation. Get it? I have -no- idea what you got going on, I'm not asking to find out, and it was withing five minutes of posting that message -on this website- that I got nearly-instant pushback from not just one, but two (2) Good Ol' Boys down in Texas, who both seem ultra-excited to slow me down on any number of journeys.
I don't know why they have so much fuckin' free time to get their chocolate in my peanut butter, however, that's neither here nor there at the moment. Now, if you can't carry on a conversation... you don't really count. Now do you? Ha! Ha! Ha!
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Yes I can.
I'll just wait, Puppet Master. By the way: we've met. Let me guess, you worked really hard on that list of charges that I owed you for helping you move to the house that you had me thrown out of on Christmas, right? Fascinating.
Is there something I can help you with besides explaining to you why your pushback is markedly peculiar? To even the most casual of observers? Also, you--haha, "you"--asked why I put Tarot in this thread, making it, and I quote, "totes gay." (You didn't even conjoin the words right, you wanker.) You said I looked like "Oprah watching faggot." Do I have that right?
These -are- your words. Now, tell me where I'm wrong.
Yes I can.
I am eager to hear your counter proposals spoken in a nasally, high-pitched tone as if emitted by a cockroach--but last I saw you, you were not all that far off from an actual Human pureblood's voice. Hark! The herald angel sings!
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I just choose not to.
I choose not to cease. Mission contract is valid. Hey, can I borrow your flying car? Wait, never mind, I'll call David myself and just ask politely, which seems to be something you've never been able to do, along with introducing yourself.
(If it were a matter of -actually- rescuing you or just -politely waiting- for that universe to explode, I'd honestly think hard about whether there was any point in going, however, there are rare minerals and such that--I can assure you--are well within your fields of interest not to get all pissy with me about.
Also, I see your assassin lurking outside. Literally the fourth one just in the last few hours. "Come" on man. (Or whatever it is that a meatsuit filled with tiny annelids does these days to indicate assent.) What do you expect me to do? I'm listening.
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Look, we don't have to make a big deal about this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYusjpnxa6I
It's cool how I know everything I need to know already, n'est-ce pas? Now, strictly speaking... I don't -need- to know what's going on with my family, nevertheless, being a Human, I'm still pretty likely to be following up on my Life's path.
Meanwhile, I love this video. It's perfect for Sadge. I'll have to do Capricorn next.
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WTF?! Why did you totes gay this thread up with tarot card readings? ::)
Does anyone else understand what is going on with that ****? Why not just throw some chicken bones on the floor and scarf the entrails while you're at it?
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Party on, dude.
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Party on, dude.
It's always a party when I can hear a phone ringing in my head. Can't answer it, of course, but...
What exactly is mysterious here? It's already happened. Decisions made. Shrug.
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Why not just throw some chicken bones on the floor and scarf the entrails while you're at it?
Because, Miller/HIGHLIFE\Wade, it was hoped that -someone- would do something -intelligent- around here for once, and if I didn't give you all here an opportunity to save your friends, they wouldn't know that you've all been captured by Egyptian Scarab Death Beetles that seem to have allied themselves with The Borg. Or whatever. Frankly I don't know what you all saw in each other in the first place, although the floppy-pointy bells'n'nointy hats are a real pleasant touch.
btw: IneededA Jester Hat, and -she gave me one.- It's in my fucking closet. Do I use it? No. Do I have permission? No.
Did I ask for permission? No. I'm not that kind of occult researcher. I'm the kind that does what I am told. Mostly.
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Does anyone else understand what is going on with that ****? Why not just throw some chicken bones on the floor and scarf the entrails while you're at it?
How surly of me! I meant snarf.
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How surly of me! I meant snarf.
https://youtu.be/oucYJWy5CG8
Axing for a fiend, TIA.
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Axing for a fiend, TIA.
Elmer isn't here. You got me. May I suffice? I am but a lowly worm--but at least, I'm not a sniveling, whiny dick.
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I do have mad street cred tho.
^^^^^ He's right, you know.
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I meant snarf.
What's a 'snarf'? I don't mind helping you stop embarrassing yourselves.
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I choose not to cease. Mission contract is valid. Hey, can I borrow your flying car?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqcC5_KQDeQ
This one is much more pleasant for us all. Lookk, Ik cank dok thisk fork usk allk, okayk? I didn't ask for this. Was I not polite, or was I too polite?
I asked nicely to turn off the Double Secret Incommunicado Order so I could talk to... THE WORLD. As if I only existed to be your plaything/security system/pocket Superman? I'mt not looking to use anyone: I WAS REQUESTED TO BE HERE.
And I don't know if I lied, but I am prepared to stipulate that I did. We'll talk about it... eventually. -- *hotline hangup, polite* Whew. I cannot imagine how pissed she is... but it's nothing compared to what it would be after... well, never mind. I'm on this.
Contract is valid. IMPERATOR ONLINE. cyltia
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How surly of me! I meant snarf.
Transitional verbiage unwound: SCOFF ---> SCARF ---> SNARF
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Transitional verbiage unwound: SCOFF ---> SCARF ---> SNARF
The US Government has covertly weaponized aerial micro transmitters that are now smaller than a speck of dust.
While the research program itself has been covered before years ago, & was the last information relayed by Julian Assange before his arrest, what has not been properly covered is that alongside that research the CIA was deeply invested in research around microtransmitters attaching to the human brain, & altering signals inside it remotely.
Although it is not public knowledge yet, both covert programs have been successfully completed.
So there. Obviously I'm not your mole. I'm not even your skin tag ;)
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Axing for a fiend, TIA.
E.L.M.E.R. since he just doesn't like you that much so he's not going to turn on. Wow, couldn't even turn on a robot. (Dr: Elmer's not a robot.) And that's not a real doctor either.
Chris I never stopped him before... TIA
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Chris I never stopped him before... TIA
Hey is that actually you? I guess it feels like you but I had no idea that you would be messed up with this dork, maybe you're not I'm not sure how this whole thing works, they're unwinding a whole bunch of stuff because somebody doesn't fuck up this bad unless they have planned to unwind it already ;)
Some days that's what I do every morning before I get out of bed I think about how I'm going to go back in time to yesterday in case I fuck up the day just practice I kind of have a hunch that eventually Jesus is going to get tired of fucking my fix ups (J.
: NAH)
WELL THERE YOU HAVE IT.
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I choose not to cease. Mission contract is valid. Hey, can I borrow your backhoe with w/add-on heavy-duty forklift attachment?
Look, this was triggered this morning at 4:44AM pacific time... when someone who hadn't even heard that I was still alive since before 9/11 finally gave up on me. You dorks, lol. Couldn't fucking relent, huh? Not a wise move.
Someone will explain it to you when you wake up in Divine Court. Some of you will be getting... a detour. Hey, it's not on me. I'm not in charge around here. Blame your Pindar.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpdFTP3_ag0
I'm not waiting for anything yet, exactly... I mean, I'm kinda waiting for dawn when I can find out what color the sky is there.
I expect that certain matters will be adjudicated in this matter, as well as--The Pounce. When you least expect it, Jewel gets revenge on... well, you know. (She does want to show off.) I don't see the problem, so I signed the order (with modifications) and I don't know when she'll use it. Also, I'm sending her to show Klay Klown Krispie/y to... somewhere safe. (It's possible I've found a real problem child here. Since he's taken (PROT) and is now banging (PROT), it might be that someone should have listened to me.) I don't like him much more than I respect him... but I will say, I respect him a lot. He did everything he was told to do--including lie to me--and because of that... well, look.
When one transacts with The D'jinni... one pays a heavy and high price. Not recommended. That's why I respect them and they respect me back: mutual non-aggression pact, which doesn't stop me from helping my friends, and that's already been set in stone. Anyway, whoever gave her soul? She gets it back.
/me restores The Goddess.
SHE IS MADE WHOLE.
There. That's better.
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https://media.tenor.com/images/3a6a3fbe3828e52cd7e79940cb52a3b9/tenor.gif...Some days that's what I do...
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Why not just throw some chicken bones on the floor and scarf the entrails while you're at it?
It's after midnight.
https://youtu.be/b7gXSa8JYD8
I can't post or speak about what I know I'd love to talk about because there's an emergency.
I'm sure we will know when it's over.
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K_Dubb, I’m sorry I scared you with the whirlwind. I didn’t mean nuthin by it. I just got caught up in the social media. Damn that Schumer! >:(
Anyway, it sure would be nice if you came back. :)
Come back, K_Dubb...K_Dubb, come back. :'(
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I choose not to cease. Mission contract is valid. Hey, can I borrow your flying car? Wait, never mind, I'll call David myself and just ask politely, which seems to be something you've never been able to do, along with introducing yourself.
(If it were a matter of -actually- rescuing you or just -politely waiting- for that universe to explode, I'd honestly think hard about whether there was any point in going, however, there are rare minerals and such that--I can assure you--are well within your fields of interest not to get all pissy with me about.
Also, I see your assassin lurking outside. Literally the fourth one just in the last few hours. "Come" on man. (Or whatever it is that a meatsuit filled with tiny annelids does these days to indicate assent.) What do you expect me to do? I'm listening.
You’re hopeless. ::)
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You’re hopeless.
There's always a chance that some deviant will hire an operator to seduce me solely in order to infect me with some disease in an attempt to lower morale--shrug, joke's on them, that would be historically typical and give me a solid reason to attend to my phone's audible notifications. Besides, opportunities to test my ability to lay on hands and cure disease --ethically-- are not much in ready to supply any longer.
::)
Hope, Faith, and Knowing are the three levels of Awareness. I'll leave the bottom-feeding to you and your ilk. I don't have an emoticon for that, and I do not ever hope to.
Here, have the moral superiority you imagine that I possess. You act like you would actually know how to use it. I found it overly aggrandizing.
Also, you can have your (UPGRADE) whirlwind back. Try not to scare any babies next time.
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K_Dubb, I’m sorry I scared you
I'm sorry he scared me. What a huge fucking pussy. Why did I even bother? Oh, right... #Respect.
::)
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You're hopeless.
Well, I surmounted overweight, lowered core body temperature, sleep apnea, depression, an eating disorder, and... I forget, there was this Tarot reading, you dig?
Stay with me here: it sounds like bullshit, "haha, Jackstar studying Tarot like a real loser." Right? Even better for me. The more I am told that I am who I am not, the more I become Who I Truly Am. These days, I'm considering playing Alex Jones Stream 24/7 as backdrop to the near constant stream of mouthy chicks blathering about The Tower, The Magician, & The Six Of Wardrobes, et. al., which I did the last time I was under 24/7 surveillance, in a situation not at all like this one, but was similar in one respect and one respect only: thuggy missy little piggys, so ran out of leads and willing civilians to brandish weapons at in exchange for clues... were forced to recognize the following fact:
Hi, I'm a registered member of a Special Social Status Class. Like a Medical Doctor (aka M.D., no doubt you're sometotes whatfamiliar), I get some special perks. I don't get to claim special parking spaces, unless I'm... you know, like, putting on a show--but I don't do that. I also don't spill my guts to investigators. Because, number one, I don't have to, and, number two, I enjoy making thugs sweat. See, usually it's thugs making other people sweat, right? Suspects, perps, convicts, felons, bull dykes; you have heard the stories of "police brutality." Well, I don't wanna boast--because it is uncouth--but I don't really have problems with LEOs: Law Enforcement Officers. (Sometimes they get a little flirty, which is immensely distracting. And flattering. And super awkward when they do it in uniform. They can't get flirty on duty, right? But sometimes it slips out, which is probably one of their cute little ploys to try to gain "the upper hand" in any conversation, or "confortonation," as the heavies like to call it.) They don't have problems with me, either. Not #Officially, anyway.
Officially, they could ask me any questions they like. Sure! Come on in, Officer! Put your hand on this Bible, and... oh, no? You wanna ask me questions, but you don't wanna take an oath, huh? See, it gets fuckin' dicey. Real quick. Real fast. Real shit, in other words. So typically, bracing registered Men of The Cloth (laugh it up, fucktoy: ME. Don't hate me for my career choices, hate me because I couldn't believe you did what you did for so long, I still don't know if you planned the whole thing, or just 85%, and you know why, and you can take that secret to your grave now, if you want, I was looking for you to apologize... TO YOU, and, I have. (I'm sorry this was literally as fast as I could come... because, reasons. Also, lots of your girlfriends have lied to me.) Sure, you can hate the way I apologize, why not, I bet you'd prefer that quarters shoot out of nose when I'm done too, but: I AM WHAT I AM, and have a great sense of comedic timing) Which is not, generally speaking, Policy. Unofficially, sure, they can send plainclothes up to me just the same as anyone else. And, they fucking well do, because after two decades plus of doing this, off and on, I don't make a big deal of it, but I do have a particular name, I have been not shy, they've met me, they took notes, they've learned to be polite because I am, and I'm a pacifist, and I have been since I was 12. They get a call on KUCZI AT SCENE, they know they don't bring S.W.A.T., and they also knew it was pretty damn unlikely that I started a fight with anybody, no matter how many times she called them and said so on the phone.) They light up on my HUD from a mile away and I read their surface mind as they approach, because... if they've made Clergy a target, just for questioning, like, they think, "I need to question Kuczi!" and then they get in their car and drive towards me, well, that gives plenty of time to send angels back and forth to handle the information exchange. I don't follow all that, and it doesn't even tickle. Much.
But suffice to say, plainclothes thugs don't like it when they are not feared. And I don't fear police, no. Thug police even less so, cuz they make me look good in front of the girls. I don't fear military either. I fucking love military guys and girls and dogs and wives and moms. The brothers are a little freaky though, I always think they must know a little bit something more than I know about some things, you know? Who do I fear? Well, undercover lawyers, and that's about it. Especially ones who fuck me for three and a half years before telling me that they're a “lawyer.” Sure, Jan. However I like talking to just about anyone else... especially if they think they're gonna get information out of me that they think I'm not gonna stop them from doing so. But it works more like this: they get everything they're supposed to get, by Angelic negotiation, before they ever lay eyes on me... and if I, in my esteemed wisdom, don't like this particular UC Investigator's attitude, well... I can just shut his ass down and send him packing. "Buh-bye, and take Kermit and Fozzie with you." This is actually how it works. I literally outrank them. I would never dare pull rank on any LEO professional... because I would -never- have to. It's much simpler to comply with a stand down order after making the meekest of protests: "But, God said... oh, okay, Officer, aww shucks, ya got me. Yeah.
I'm totes cosplaying. Sure, yeah right. Yes, that's right, part of the kilt's charm is that I'm legit in a Scots clan, and, it makes me totototes underestimated, except by most civilized women with an appreciation for intelligent fashion choices. Bye bye, Cagney & Lacey.” Oh, a flat tire as you turn out of the parking lot? How unusual. I want to watch two broads wearing gun belts, changing a tire definitely. (Has never happened. You get the idea. I don't need to boast. And you don't need to be such a weaselly little shit, either, you dig? I don't know where you learned some of your filthy social graces from, honestly, some barbarian constantly trying to buy weed, no doubt. Now if you don't mind, you're better than you've been lately, and you can mention that far and wide as well, that I'm getting pretty fucking sick of people who still believe your lies about me. Period. Thanks. I'm about done trying really hard to pretend to be an idiot, and I'm pretty much on full-time Phase IV Heavy Launch Rocket; “How You Like Me Now?” I know that's a long title for A Phase of A Plan that's not even published or written down, but I kind of like it, and if you got a better idea, why don't you go back in time 28 years and sign up yourself... then go on to fulfill a shitload of quests and pass the times somehow. Or you could just keep on being snide and standoffish with your little gang of misanthropic homoerotic misandristic thought carriers and mind guardians... It's not like I'm the only one who noticed, I'm probably just the only one who prefers you in your hard, hard as nails attitude, since I didn't have the advantage of knowing it was even there and learning to enjoy it for the last 79 years. That reminds me I got to look through that Bellgab Archive someday when... Well, when fucking lives hang in the balance, honestly. Unf. Ugh. Honestly, aren't you sick of me by now? You've had to cope with my fetid presence for years, I don't know how you stood it, but, within 3 months of my destruction of the illusion of your absence... You and the Little Rascals just can't take it. And you hardly argue at all anymore. 58D!!! (That's not a reference to a size of clothing.)
I think I'm about on the same level of hierarchy as a Chief of Police. Of course, I would always -defer- to a LEO professional... but, if I get a message from God, or even better, Jesus, I got no problems arguing with a cop in front of a crowd. Fuck. That. Guy. He wants to intimidate me, he gets to see the blowback. (This has never happened often.) I told this one moronic broad I was "dating" for awhile--pfftt, right, dates, not even raisins--that "I'm a big deal around here," and "the whole State Patrol knows me by sight," statements that may have been a bit outrageous, however... I wasn't lying.
My name tends to stick in some craws. And they've sure as shit heard of me by now, especially after Dick Clark & Clark Kent's Rocking Christmas Eve And Get-Down-On-The-Floor (Potluck/Potlatch/Pot? You mean drugs? BOOK EM FOR SANTA, DAN-OH) Spectacle Of The Spectacular... which in case you haven't heard, seems to be testing well in focus groups. Every single time. And this was settled science -before- I moved into The Three Little Pigs former abode. I didn't huff and puff: I woke up one morning, picked up my phone and DID! NOT! LIKE! what I saw there, although the boobs were nice, but, fuck that, alarm bells went off for other reasons, that I will not describe here. And when Clergy Bells ring, the cloth collar comes off. I'm scrappy for a pacifist.
I made three phone calls and the spooky little drug slinging schweinhund were out within mere days. Just like that. Can you imagine? They thought that I was hopeless too. Laughing and giggling as they did... whatever they fuckin' did here, and let me tell you: cleaning house and mowing the lawn wasn't they were doing either. Anyway, not the point of the story--I'm not trying to rub it in--but I am pointing out something important:
Tarot has told me everything I need to know about what is -really- going on... in this Universe, and the closest 4 others. Now, it's not real complicated, but I don't want to bore you--you're not bored, right? Good--so I won't bore anyone else by telling them that the Universe I'm in right now is one I selected for myself months ago. Like, perhaps you may have heard... I'm supposed to be jealous about something, yah?
Nyet. I chose to be here, as it was more pleasant than several other timeline choices I had available to me. Most pleasant, in fact, as I'm saving a bundle by not having to subsidize anyone's Red Dope Lobster Crypto Wallet habit--and nor am I involved in crypto tax liability assault schemes, which as you can imagine... can be a real surprise when they land on someone who has had their head thoroughly up their own ass for the previous year-and-a-half. (*This is not an attempt to contact or single out for ridicule any member of Shawclan, except for those serving as Special Wonder Island Cheer Captains, and I can't contact any of them anyway, I mean, I might be gay and one of them -might- have a vag, but still, I can't be that gay, and besides, I don't have a thing to wear to go with my Clergical pom-poms.*) Anyone gets to choose their personal future, I don't have special privileges to teleport through timelines... yet. (Once I can do that reliably, I'll have to ask for special permissions. Until then, fuck it, I can't control myself real well, and isn't that too bad? Oh, psychokinetic shielding is on a hair-trigger today, here I am briefly in a pocket dimension where my car -doesn't- get hit by a semi-trailer truck, hijacked on it's way to- HI JACK! *CRASH*- a monster truck and lasagna tractor beam pull event. (Big in Indiana this year I hear.) But let's not go off into the wilds of woo-woo La-La land here. Not just yet.
I'm just talking about how I'm studying Taror,and why, and I wanted to call back to your earlier question, "Why did you gay up my thread with Tarot readings?" Well, the woods are dark and the ravine by my haunted house is dark and deep, and I had whirlwinds a-plenty to reap before I sleep. Slept. Frick! That almost rhymed. Well, I'll just swallow Robert Frost's soul next time--I mean, I'll give it right back. He'll trust me, even if none you respirating monkeyshiners do.
I could give a shit, truly. You don't know the half of a quarter of what I got going on. You have surface reads at best, and since you haven't actually talked to me about anything I have legit been actually doing, EVER, I can guarantee you that I haven't talked to any other Jedi Masters before you anyway. And to an accomplished Master, such as yourself... why, we could actually get down to dilithium tacks and talk engineering shop.
Except, no, I guess not. For reasons. Check it out though: you could invoke Special Communications Privileges with me. You could ask for sanctuary, succor, and even corned beef succotash, and I, with a brief consult and prayer to the Astral Plane, could deliver that, with a snap of my fingers. Even over the phone! Just think of it! The freedom of protected speech. It's not necessary for me, you know, because I don't really give much of a shit about the complications that Punies create for themselves, and it's not like I have any need to know any information from you: that you are unwilling to talk direct, mano-a-mano, without the same vim and vigor that you do from behind your faceless, anonymous sockpuppets... that's pretty much all I need to know, I can extrapolate from there should your name ever come up, and I must say: it does not come up -often.- No, not really. Not at all.
Believe it or not, I assumed that you were dead, as I thought that far more likely than that Her_Nibs would have thought that lying to me for five fuckin' years was a good idea. (It really wasn't, but she didn't know she was lying, I think; concepts such as "truth," "justice," and "fair play" not well-defined in the households of... CryptoJesters. (I think I can say that. We'll see. RoJ apparently wants a little bit of exposure this century, from what I'm told.) I just heard Pennywise come up through the laundry room sink, so... I'll pause this description of the ways and means of my purpose real quick now.)
So, back to my point: usually a wide-ranging criminal investigation centered on a lone, orphan individual who had just spent Christmas in jail--for three (3) days!--would be feeling somewhat... I don't know, shocked? At what was to come. Because that was barely the beginning of my Yuletide Joy, however; I knew exactly what was going to be ahead of me.
And I could hardly wait for the fun to begin. Because I have done this shit before, under rather different circumstances, but same net result: I'm at home alone and can't live like a normal human being because anyone I talk to, I feel compelled to say, "THE COMMIE PINKO PIGS ARE LISTENING TO EVERY WORD WE SAY! BEWARE! 'WARE! 'WAAAARE!!!" Now, this is not usually the ideal way to covertly gain information through subterfuge.
And that is just too fucking bad, Thugs. Sweat it out until your balls glisten for all I give a shit. You know what they gain from surveilling me? Listening to me yell at Terror Tarot Ladies when I disagree with what they're saying about -My Life- which, as you know, is important to me, at least, and at various times, important to other people, especially if they need to know my current location and ETA to where they're planning on slamming meth and fucking a (Blank) Lord, which apparently had to happen several times over the last 5 years. (Imagine the smell.) So, I can't imagine anything more embarrassing than asking someone when they first started sucking a DEA agent's dick in public in public... but I wouldn't have to ask anyone to get that information.
I am simply totesprepared to.
If I need to know information, I get to know it. Period. That is how it fucking works, “Trollda.” (You're barely a heckleberry.) So I mention this, as I don't really need any of your snooty lippy back-talk on certain issues, and really never did. I was tryna be nice. However, I was listening to some Terror Tarot Lady say, "This person is just a mess, they've got overweight, lowered core body temperature, sleep apnea, depression, an eating disorder," and I heard that, and I thought, "HEY! That's just like all the stuff that I already conquered for myself, years ago! And now, someone else is struggling with those same conditions? Wow! That's a karmic tunnel cycle in parallel reverse! I wonder if they would like any help? Well, I'm sure they can get some from the Fed they're currently getting Not_Groped by. Sure, no problem I am sure."
I think perhaps you get my point. Now, let me ask you: am I lying? Am I exaggerating? Am I being less than sensitive? Well, I don't care: I AM Clergy here, I make the rules about Me, and unless someone higher rank than me shows up to argue about it, My Word (on certain matters) has The Force Of Law.
/me blows imaginary smoke from the tips of very real finger pistols.
So, I'm uncertain which decision has ultimately made me happiest... walking out of high school early and still getting that laughable "diploma," or, ditching university without getting anything but post-traumatic night sweats from the fever dreams for my trouble. Oh, my Dad was pissed though. A-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo.
And, you know what? Fuck that guy too. He was wrong. And, I am probably also "wrong" about some of the explanations I've posted above. That's okay, I'm not a Medical Doctor -or- YHWY, or YHWH, or... aw, fuck it, I can never remember any of the Jew Codes for God--and let me tell you, if ever there was a tribe of Jews that loved cryptography, it probably was not The Nose Fer A-Choo.
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Look, I’m not gonna lie. This is next level, last level stuff. Ancient alien theorists say yes.
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Ancient alien theorists say yes.
The only thing ancient around here is your girlfriend’s snatch. Alien, too. Testify.
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The only thing ancient around here is your girlfriend’s snatch. Alien, too. Testify.
I’ll take your word for it. You’re the expert on ancient, past their prime snatches.
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I’ll take your word for it.
Cunt.
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past their prime snatches.
Ripe.
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You’re the expert
Stop. Your penis can only get so erect.
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Ripe.
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Let me guess, your Controller says it's untreatable and adds extra Don't-Cry to your daily and mid-morning dose. Whatever, man, whatever. Do I need to concern myself? I think you're being a little too personal while trying to justify taking my book away... or did that go into Evidence? /scoff
I'll buy another one, you know. Go ahead and stop the signal all you want, since that's you--you, that's right, you're in charge--making the decision to be snooty. I mean, why not, you earned the right. I bet you got keys to your own house and everything.
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Ancient alien theorists say yes.
If this is code for "DTF-Melchizedek" then you've got a problem without a 3rd leg to a Royal Triumvirate and Jesus says he doesn't wanna have to stop what he's doing for that -again.- Otherwise, AATSY is in fact very solid code... for someone who took a lot of Honour's classes. (I prefer pass/fail. IR TOTES RETARD #MOUTHBREATHER #COSPLAYER #YWNCT.)
tl:dr Nope, there's no one by that name here, and believe me, I've been desirous to summon Him plenty of times. Things do not appear to work that way... but you're welcome to give it a shot, maybe for you He'd come runnin'. (Plausible, but maybe he's Black.)
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If this is code for "DTF-Melchizedek"
I guess He kind of likes you too. This would not surprise me. He also says He's not available, so—forget it.
Yeah, I probably could use Sourcery to change His mind but I'm not going to. Not because it's wrong to do, or too hard to accomplish... but it would be too easy.
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Things do not appear to work that way... but you're welcome to give it a shot, maybe for you He'd come runnin'.
My hand to God, I forgot all about this. Hi I'm Mike I'm not Dave and I'm not David and I've never been possessed by either. (Oh, and I'm pureblood too, aren't I a fucking rare Sourceror’s Bird. Raven says “greetings and salutations.”) I promise I wasn't up to any ulterior motive; I just sat down and was Divinely inspired. That -does- happen.
Note that I'm using the words, “I promise.” hang on, let me give it a minute, okay 3 2 1... Okay I haven't burst into flames or been hit by lightning so I think we're good. Nothing excuse me I have to go talk to some broad with a K in her name. Keep up the prayers, looks like you got a talent.
And no, know this isn't another Sourceror's Apology although that was cool wasn't it? Yeah I want to see another one too: get in line.
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(Plausible, but maybe he's Black.)
In regards to subject line: I wouldn't recommend anyone trying to duplicate my research corpus on this. Multiple frens were involved, and I was surprised. I'm hearing test complete for the day, and I--naturally--fucking aced the whole thing perfect score totesonehundred. (I've actually done this whole thing before in my past on different timelines. See, I told ya, I'm a big deal around here, Frogscat, and I'm immune to /toad. Pfftt.) Now, what's next? Oh yeah, food. Sigh. Semen -again-? Grumble grumble grumble. Not even any black-eyed peas to go with it. Sourcery is tough lyf, but best lyf. Free Eel(s).
I'm only black from the waist down. Now, who wants a picture? B/Anthony\W is NOT my publicist. (Thanks for asking bro) j*eol
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT-R4Qh4mfQ
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-hj3jm-KTo
I'm not gonna lie: this might be required viewing.
Now, I can handle the woo-woo--I got the Shields for it--but I wouldn't expect anyone else to be able to handle this circumstance that some of you might be aware of now.
I don't know who it is, but it's not this Hermit.
https://youtu.be/ynabL83KzAQ?t=1666 (https://youtu.be/ynabL83KzAQ?t=1666)
Hermits are too pure-hearted to do that.
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Why aren't you better than this? Is it right for America, or just your legal bills?
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Why aren't you better than this? Is it right for America, or just your legal bills?
Hey, if you can bore the fuck out of all of us with grapefruit and Rubini references until the end of time along with your stupid tarot card readings and such then surely my responses are less egregious.
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Hey, if you can bore the fuck out of all of us with grapefruit and (PROT) references
I wish I could update your RSS feed for you. So much good news to share, they do them, I do me. (I do it pretty well!)
I give you permission to stop being jelly. Don't make me make it an or-dah.
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your stupid tarot card readings
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That's why they should have given me a missed test marker. That brand right there, that brand is money.
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I wish I could update your RSS feed for you. So much good news to share, they do them, I do me. (I do it pretty well!)
I give you permission to stop being jelly bored as fuck with your dumb shit. Don't make me make it an or-dah.
FIFY ;)
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That's why they should have given me a missed test marker. That brand right there, that brand is money.
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FIFY ;)
You didn't get the better HALF. (You were played, are being played, and if you haven't stabbed that player in the calf with one of those knives I gave you for Christmas yet, well... that's probably because no one remembered to open the goddam package. Gift-wrapped and everything, sheeeit.
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You didn't get the better HALF. (You were played, are being played, and if you haven't stabbed that player in the calf with one of those knives I gave you for Christmas yet, well... that's probably because no one remembered to open the goddam package. Gift-wrapped and everything, sheeeit.
I think a more approriate spelling of your name for the person you are now is Michael Coozey.
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I think a more approriate spelling of your name for the person you are now is Michael Coozey.
Still superior to Michael Decon and/or Pastor. Been having a good time I see. Don't go to my office, it's been fumigated.
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Don't go to my office, it's been fumigated.
IT DIDN'T HELP MUCH. GATE OPENED IRREGARDLESS OF KEY STATUS.
KNOW: I WASN'T EVEN THIRSTY.
WHEN IN ROME.
KU3
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Anita gets a Doctorate for this. [...] (and T. Trump too.)
WTF?! Why did you totes gay this thread up with tarot card readings? ::)
Trump who?
Like the wind, People, like the whirlwind. (Promises made. Promises kept. Promises DELIVERED.) REAP IT.
seriously. she doesn't want a pardon, she wants a doctorate. Can you blame her? Yes. Is that a good idea? oh shit oh fug AWW HELLS NO *click*
Hi, I'm Michael Jackstar-Jesus-Juicy-Not_Jewish-Jumpmaninoff Clifford BridgeT-T'morn(A-B) KUCZI-Gomez, and, well... yeah, that's a legitimate penname. For now. Yeah, it's not a mouthful at all, unless its a mouth of Ipecac Syrup. (I am barely immune. Would prefer death by Iocane, if you want me to tell the truth about it.) Anyway, I liked a hyphenated surname so little, I kept killing myself immediately after my Christening, oh, nineteen or nineteen-thousand, five hundred times or so after I found out that it was the latest artificially imposed restriction I was gonna have to deal with... because it didn't seem fair to ruin everyone else's birthday without ruining my own first. Sure, I didn't need to create -that- many spare archival copies in Astral--fuckin' just one -would- have sufficed--but I figure, make way for the future, because I doubt anyone is going to be teaching the children well on any timeline around here for awhile, and it never hurts to overbuild--it only ever costs.
So, why give out one doctorate, when two is the same price this time, and this one time only? Because I don't need mine on paper. SHE DOES. So I, Jackstar, just this once, I AM THE DELIVERER OF DREAMS, urge you, Nameless Nictorate Boss... Anita Leigh-Anne Hutchison deserves a doctorate. (I forget in what. Call her and ask. If she's dead, take some ayhausca. Look, Dude--filling in the blanks on paper tigers with calligraphy and curlie-ques without making a spelling error... yeah, it might sound like some of that is my area, and yet--it snot. As strange as that may seem to someone who works at a college no one can see or a university that no one knows the point of. Shit, mang, how do you sharpen your fuckin' quill pens for all that goddam calligraphy, do you just pluck a feather every time you write a sentence? Yeah, I bet, kill the whole bird, why not, I bet you're pretty hungry after an all-day sea-food diet. Anyway, enough bullshit:
She wants a doctorate, and from here, I need to rest. I'll come back to push this over the finish line, assuming that this is YET ANOTHER THING that You People can't do without hanging me up on the Elk's horns like it was more than just a dryin' rack for Ke$ha's pants. (Hey! I think I found those pants! They are so comfy, and that would also explain why I feel like the most bad ass slut that has ever lived when I wear them--and they fuckin' fit. See, now that's amazing, because I know I used to be fat, but I don't know about her. *looks totesinnocent* btw, did they finish punishing her rapist yet? Is anyone else working on that dipshit? Because me and my Team want it to be our turn next.
And it'll be the last turn ever needed, guaranteed, or else--why then, we'll just take another turn. Who wouldn't be satisfied then? Meanwhile, doctorate. A paper doctorate. Let's go, chop-chop, A. L.-A. H. ain't gonna be young forever, amirite? You fuckin' know it, Tootsie. SOLiD AMERICAN.)
GATE OPENED IRREGARDLESS OF KEY STATUS.
One of the most beautiful women in the world--that I have -ever- seen--came to my house last night, and in spite of what I am telling you, because of protocol, I didn't even open the door. Not even a crack. (My door's windows panels are augmented with Eldritch etching. I'm not gonna like. My T.A.R.D.I.S. is anything but retarded.) I've been working on this operation for years of my life, and, make no mistake, this -IS- a military operation, and it -always- was. And when it comes to making snap decisions, sure, I have rather a lot of, uh, ah... "bodily autonomy," let us say.
However, even if I could have pulled it off on the fly after yet another sudden snap-heel-turn and pivot-hut-hut-honey maneuver --and make no mistake and have no doubt, I bloody well could have-- if I start waving off every VTOL that's not carrying a blue-eyed blond, people are going to start getting suspicious, even if the only reason is that I don't wanna make my (blank) overly jealous. Seriously. It'll cause a ruckus. There will be a scene. We're already at levels of boiling baby bunnies that shoudn't even be possible without getting too close. John Glenn close. You feel me?
Yeah. Also, my cousin would have killed me. Tell you what, let him fuck that one... Or at least, give him a fighting chance, before she fucks him right back to the future. The future he tried to "save," for "Him," yeah no doubt, bug-boy, and after all that confiscation protection, obvious result resulted: ended up letting get the whole dam PlanetFamily stolen. Again. Cuz, like, do you even read books that don't positively reek of engine oil or cigars smoked on a poker table, or do you just smell the panties that you carry them around in for camouflage while throwing them into the nearest mailbox? (By the way: books don't go in the mail like that, and that box isn't for mail: that's a laundry chute that leads to the basement incinerator on the politicized persecutions level. Smooth.) SMDH-451.
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FIFY ;)
Nigga, you couldn't fix a fucking horse with a pair of pipe-hitters and a blowtorch without stopping to get high for eight or nine days while relentlessly and repetitively Joogling the phrase "how do I cut a paladin's balls off" first. You wanna fix something? Well, number one: Give Knox a grant. That poor bastard Bob has been waiting patiently this whole goddam time. Look at that wallflower. 58D!
Then cut that grant in half and give both of them WITH her Doctorate to Anita. She'll be so fucking happy with two big piles of money, one fancy piece of paper--I just hope she doesn't end up using it to wrap some fish in the very first week, oh here's an idea: have it laminated--and with only two hands to hold 3 Fabulous Objects... she'll probably just drop the money and use those hands--yeah, those are human hands, alright, just ignore the thumbs for now-- to roll it up (note: flexible lamination is critical) and slip it right up into her twat/snatch/vaj/vadge|CUNT\cooze\kooze vaginal orifice.
Now, I know that sounds like a ridiculous thing for a Doctor of (Blank) to do--nevertheless, I know this "woman" pretty goddam well. Yeah, I know, right? "Woman." My sides are in orbit and my eyeballs are rolling around on the floor looking for the Great Glass Elevator call button. Nevertheless, that's a human woman, I don't need to spell her name for you AGAIN, and in spite of any appearance to the contrary, this is NOT a pity, honorary, bullshit Doctorate. She's earned it. She has done the work. Now, give it to her, or I will show them -exactly- which text messages came from you, and which came from him. (Do not think that I cannot do this: I just don't want to, but I have been prepared to have been asked for going on three years now.) I can smell your fear from here.
CLENCH ALL THE WAY UP, TOM "TROLLDA" COLLINS, FINISH THAT GIN AND TONIC, AND START SPREADING THE JUICE.
(No, not on a bagel. Way to turn a joke racist, yeesh. No wonder they made you my bitch. It couldn't have been because either of us are each so pretty in our own ways, we already are our own cantaloupes, and you're the one who brings eggplant parmigiana to work in a BJ & The Bear lunch box. Like could you be any more obvious? Pfftt.)
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Nigga, you couldn't fix a fucking horse with a pair of pipe-hitters and a blowtorch without stopping to get high for eight or nine days while relentlessly and repetitively Joogling the phrase "how do I cut a paladin's balls off" first. You wanna fix something? Well, number one: Give Knox a grant. That poor bastard Bob has been waiting patiently this whole goddam time. Look at that wallflower. 58D!
Then cut that grant in half and give both of them WITH her Doctorate to Anita. She'll be so fucking happy with two big piles of money, one fancy piece of paper--I just hope she doesn't end up using it to wrap some fish in the very first week, oh here's an idea: have it laminated--and with only two hands to hold 3 Fabulous Objects... she'll probably just drop the money and use those hands--yeah, those are human hands, alright, just ignore the thumbs for now-- to roll it up (note: flexible lamination is critical) and slip it right up into her twat/snatch/vaj/vadge|CUNT\cooze\kooze vaginal orifice.
Now, I know that sounds like a ridiculous thing for a Doctor of (Blank) to do--nevertheless, I know this "woman" pretty goddam well. Yeah, I know, right? "Woman." My sides are in orbit and my eyeballs are rolling around on the floor looking for the Great Glass Elevator call button. Nevertheless, that's a human woman, I don't need to spell her name for you AGAIN, and in spite of any appearance to the contrary, this is NOT a pity, honorary, bullshit Doctorate. She's earned it. She has done the work. Now, give it to her, or I will show them -exactly- which text messages came from you, and which came from him. (Do not think that I cannot do this: I just don't want to, but I have been prepared to have been asked for going on three years now.) I can smell your fear from here.
CLENCH ALL THE WAY UP, TOM "TROLLDA" COLLINS, FINISH THAT GIN AND TONIC, AND START SPREADING THE JUICE.
(No, not on a bagel. Way to turn a joke racist, yeesh. No wonder they made you my bitch. It couldn't have been because either of us are each so pretty in our own ways, we already are our own cantaloupes, and you're the one who brings eggplant parmigiana to work in a BJ & The Bear lunch box. Like could you be any more obvious? Pfftt.)
The only thing I fear are more of you TL;DR posts...because they’re so truly lame.
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The only thing I fear are more of you TL;DR posts...because they’re so truly lame.
He's not wrong. Are you getting paid by the word?
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The only thing I fear are more of you TL;DR posts...because they’re so truly lame.
You're the worst Jedi Master that has ever lived. You should have taught me the "pick your phone up at a distance and put it on charge" trick, and by now, I would have innovated upon that tech multiple times over. Now that you only fear one thing, well, you should check out that tree down in Dagobah, where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated steel kettle drum filled with Polish sauerkraut.
Also, I lied. I am a jedi. it's even the same letters! "Master," hah. I bet you suck at Scrabble too.
He's not wrong. Are you getting paid by the word?
Are you getting paid? Who is getting paid? Do these questions belong in the Roz thread or the pate thread or the gtfo of town thread? Like welcome back potter, klease just shoot me. I'm going to my phone's location now. I'm going to pick it up, and start dialing whores until I find your mother--who is a beaut, but perhaps not a whore, so I imagine I'll have to hit quite a few numbers if I ever get to her.
But at least, I will try.
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https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/2025/05/04/donald-trump-alcatraz-prison/83449658007/
SAN FRANCISCO — President Donald Trump said he was directing the Federal Bureau of Prisons to rebuild and reopen the infamous Alcatraz prison in the San Francisco Bay to "house America’s most ruthless and violent Offenders."
"REBUILD, AND OPEN ALCATRAZ!" Trump posted on the Truth Social platform on May 4. "When we were a more serious Nation, in times past, we did not hesitate to lock up the most dangerous criminals, and keep them far away from anyone they could harm."
Way to go, Sir.