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AzzGab => Random => Topic started by: DariDee313 on August 07, 2026, 05:58:35 AM
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Hey Fam-
Let us bring attention to everything shitty Leila’s Life (aka Leila’s Kitchen, aka...) has done to people in her life and online!
Shit post it all here for safe keeping and archive purposes. My husband Azzerae owns and runs this posting forumn so it is safe. No worries.
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Ohhhh Leila girl you are done for now! Ya sick PDF Ho bitch!
Come one! Come all!
P.S. IGNORE JACKSTAR (5mwj) on this forum.
He is harmless and is our crazy friend on the forum.
He needs a place to post too. 🤷🏻♀️
#MURRAY
#azzgab
#bellgab
#jackstar
https://youtu.be/wzrSv09aOCo?si=pBhWQoD6ECJDNBjs
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http://youtube.com/post/UgkxPlsNPzM_JBdY7_uU5AvC59x6w4QWXwrQ?si=DjA8e0YRtq6Iiceb
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Musings #5
https://youtu.be/uIt_VV4W7Vs?si=6RZ79ZMGJ-bHHWmu
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Leila’s YT Channel is back up!
https://youtube.com/@gourmetpersian?si=ogU4XuxQaFkSsRzC
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Check this Leila’s Life chick out! 🤣 Shapewear over fishnet stockings and snow boots
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Leila’s Life is the new Heather Wade 💀🔥
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Leila’s Life is the new Heather Wade 💀🔥.sys
Ramona Bell is, was, and always will to have been the audio content creator DBA/using the name “Heather Wade.” The story about your inhaler being “lost" was bandersnatch full-the-FUK⁰ⁿ->K©®∆🅿️. After Ramona’s death was successfully cashed in on from your/Ramona’s fake death certificate and a very real indeed life insurance policy, possible only due to the cooperation of a myriad and varied list of A-list celebrities and radio industry executive poonhound good ol’ boys lead by none other than THE RECENTLY REVOKED-IN-CHARTER HELLS♠ANGELS ♥MOTORCYCLE♣CLUB♦CONSPIRACY RINGLEADER ”T∞ts¡e”, A.K.A. “§.T.L. Smith–Smμthe–Sm¡†h (sic) Sick Six Sex, Team Çuk.sys, esQjvvire”; and due to the massive civil and criminal liability inherent in such an unfathomably diabolical spawning of WIDESPREAD SYSTEMIC FRAUD in the commercial underwriters’ foundational Ponzi-like-¡sh‽ financial structure — itself a massive and towering edifice of corruption, graft, double-dealing, PAYOLA, and Spe•CIA•l Execution of Coercive Terrorist Revenge & Extortion long-heralded as S P E C T R E in cantilevered balance with S M E R S H (acronym left undefined and thus, vaguely lovable out of respect for Desmond Q. Llewellyn and Ian Fleming, who you never saw getting into a phone booth together and trading sunglasses and hats and reacharounds, now did you? Good, good. Now guys, kids, children, and Assholez from Ellgab: HERE'S KING CHARLES WITH THE WEATHER.
/me understands why HIS FRIEND(S) could no longer be friends with him; and thus the weather in his heart and behind his eyes will always be cloudy with a more-than-is-statistically-likely-to-be-due-to-random-chance of bursting into a flood of tears, like David Wilcock after forgetting to pack his xannies in preparation for a long trip across town on a city bus; seriously it's been everything seen through a thick veil of cry tears, stall lions, and deleted VVHAT‽ this morning, Sow: that was what you wanted, and this is WHAT YOU GET.
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Hi, it's Jack. mⓂ️Ê! I am not Grimlock. (My penis is bigger.) I am not the leader of the Dinoboμs. (The >Kåījü >K©kc›🧲⟨⭕⟩K<combine©🅿️®¡ⁿ/NÇe vetoed their recent referendum; the Pacific Ocean will remain an Ocean, and not a “drylandlubber disadvantaged dæmon¡cK‽ Diaspora-Designated Depot ⁴4Dick-Mace-Sonz-DykeTμKEμ¡^¡√§⁰ⁿl_μ,μ¥Ⓜ️⭕№ⁿl,y” which is fairly fabulous news for anyone with any gender whatsoever, given that as submitted, the entire Pacific Rim Economic Zone, the Pacific Ocean, as well as Antarctica and potentially ANY, note that I'm using the word “any” here, any body of water on the surface of the third rock from the central Solar star, A.K.A. “Earth Sol”, as well as every cubic meter of coast and coastline and ALL PORTS, CUSTOMS HOUSES, LIGHTHOUSES, WINDMILLS, BARRIER REEFS, SEAFORTS, AND ANY AND/OR ALL SEA-BASED WEAPONS PLATFORMS (to say this would include “all Boomers” as referring to those born after WWII and known as The Baby Boom Generation was a matter next up for closed council Star Chamber debate until DÆ🅿️®!N©/Ê\ issued the veto) WERE TO BE PLACED UNDER THE DIRECT COMMAND &AND CONTROL &AND kCÜⓂ️ &AND kCÜNT &AND ROLL &AND ®💎>K≤🪨<OR &RULE® BE™E†∅†mⓂ️ET⭕Ⓜ️, which while not made quite clear, QUITE FRANK LEIGH, QUIET LEE, FRAN 🗝️, ALL IS ON FRANÇ.SIS.çessSi§§μ, quite literally, as the end result of all this Shiloh-weilding and shillelagh-worthy shenanigans were to have all economic power on the planet Earth currently held by the Triad of London, New York, and Zug, changed to be held by some leprechaun in Ireland (whichever one was supposed to get to the Blarney Stone to kiss it by the time a starting pistol went off, I s*** you not, it was supposed to be like a new Cannonball Run (WHICH IS WHAT OF COURSE THE WORLD NEEDS NOW WHILE I NEED A FUCKING SHOWER, YEAH GOOD JOB LOOKING OUT MATE, WORK ON THAT, I GUESS THAT COUNTS AS YOUR JOB WHEN YOU'RE NOT ON THE DOLE, YOU SLACKASS MICK-LIMEY-ET•FUK<), but of course the leprechauns that could teleport had already marked it out, not only is it their island but that it's also their Lodge that invented insider trading, OF COURSE IT WAS THE IRISH THAT INVENTED A WAY TO SELL STOCKS AND AN EASY WAS YO STEAL THEM AS SOON AS THEY INVENTED THE STOCKS, PROBABLY WHILE THEY WERE IN THE STOCKS EATING THE FREE POTATOES AND CABBAGE THAT THEY HAD THROWN AT THEM, BUT NOT EBT, THE PEOPLE WHO ARE THROWING FOOD AT THOSE IN THE STOCKS, THEY INVENTED IT TO SAVE THEIR PITCHING ARMS, the Suisse Cantons, now already taken over by the Oblivion AI, none of their citizens have money anymore and they think that's just great and fine and dandy, as long as they have they clocks and chocolates perpetually refreshed by tiny little gnomes in their ski chalets they don't care, they're landlocked. So what difference does it make? What happens to the world's ocean, cozlik there's really only One Ocean (IT'S ALL CONNECTED) and there's really only one Switzerland (but there's 13 cantons in Switzerland, SIMILAR TO THE ORIGINAL 13 COLONIES IN NORTH AMERICA EXCEPT INSTEAD OF THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS ON ONE SIDE AND THE OCEAN ON THE OTHER THAT'S BETWEEN WHAT IS NOW THE FOREST OF CANADA AND THE SWAMPS OF FLORIDA, I MEAN DAGOBAH, surrounded by mountains, SWITZERLAND IS... HEY, IT'S TIME, IT'S TIME, WHAT TIME IS IT? IT'S TIME TO HATE THE SWISS, DEGAUSS THE SWISS S🅿️ÅÇErπ°R♦CEWÅrπ₹ NOW and one guy. Named Guy, or $BTC, or Bugzμ (sic), They were still figuring out which one was going to be the first one to take a turn when I started writing this and now they're trying to decide who's going to pay for the tickets to leave Albania, excuse me, I'm thinking of us instituting a rule. No profanity on the territory of My Demesne! SOW THERE, HAHAHA! B∞∞∞μ but go ahead and go ahead and GO HO HO HO curse ALL YOU CAN CURSE for the time being, for The T¥mE Being: there was going to be a contest (between just the three of them, and they were working on how to make it fair for everyone until I eliminated that equation from the problem) to decide who to place in charge of the second seat at the table, which makes sense colik, he would have been at the top of the Matterhorn or something, and then the last guy was going to be someone on Pitcairn Island, who is a non-person and an unperson and an un-alived person and an undead person and a Life-Disadvantaged person (who? I don't think it's a secret. I SURE DON'T THINK IT'S NOT NOT JOE ROGAN, that's for damn sure, oh btw, NO GRAPEFRUIT MEANS NO JACKSTAR, WE'RE A PACKAGE DEAL, ALSO SHE NEEDS SOME OF ABOUT LIKE 12 OF HER GIRLFRIENDS, AND I'M THE ONLY ONE WITH A D!≤K‽, #Officially, WHICH SHOULD BE OKAY WITH YOU, SINCE I WON'T PUT MINE ON TOP OF MY HEAD 😇), whomever The_One is, That_Persom lives also in Switzerland and can teleport between Pitcairn and Switzerland which makes this whole thing sound pretty shady, doesn't it? YOU BET YOUR SWEET LEMONADE-DRINKING ASS IT DOES.
Key takeaways:
#1) Don't trifle with my family either. NOTE: There are 19,500 of us. I think I'm the only one without a tattoo.
#2) Don't eyeball their tattoos or their gear or you'll lose an eyeball. Two if her little sister is hungry.
#3) >King Charles is an immensely gracious and profoundly wise man, whom I have never, ever met.
#4) LONG LIVE THE >KING. Also, his wife was a w****. But that's okay, turns out some people like w****.
#5) His mommy was only up my butthole one time. ONCE. It is not going to happen again.
#6) Oh. Hang on. *wiggle wiggle* She forgot her purse. So that's it then. MOVING ON.
#7) Ramona Bell? Queen of Darkness? Queen of Destruction? Sorry, wrong number.
#8) (Vengeance for George Lazenby.) Charles Rocket accepts on behalf.
#9) Nein Nein Nein! THERE IS NO NUMBER 10.
#11) sweetheart, no you don't look fat. Okay I'll be right there. I love you bye.
Duty calls. Azzerae: I'm not going to blame you for deleting my content, I'm just going to assume that you can do something about it and then be bad about it and have a big baby fib fit. Doesn't this sound like much more fun than paying me? Remember, breakfast, lunch and dinner, MOTHERFU— *click*
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•|•, for one, am happy to have me best beet friend >KÏNG CHARLES NELSON ⭕-HO-HO-OH`rπ¥🧿E||♀️Lμ` place Azzerae INTO THE STOCKS OF THE TOWER OF LONDON AND HAVE BOILING MERCURY POURED OVER HIS FACE SO AS TO GIVE HIM NEW KRON FOR ©®ΩⓂ️F**👑>KING🦁>CROMEDIT: The new forum fad that is sweeping the world is called “EMBED IN BED WITH CROM.” The rules are simply this: take any forum post and add the words “CROM in bed” at the end. This *will* entertain you.
CROM does not guarantee this. CROM only knows 2WiN. (Standards.) I can guarantee this, because not only am I in a position to know, my champion has been CROM for years. (Facts.) Now I know what you're thinking: but that's not because my champion is CROM. It's because I've been around so long and I've won so much that the only people left alive that can say that they have a brain that has a mind that is their own is someone whose mind. I've already examined in the past and so determining the difference between their past brain and their current brain is the implanty thing that literally everyone has now, don't think of it as a biosynthetic upgrade, just think of it as a callous. Better yet, don't think of it at all. Not that I can stop you, but I am totally lying. And I also couldn't stop you from choosing CROM as your champion, but I must tell you that CROM won't be able to appear on the list of champions that you are allowed to select in the occasional instance in which you were asked to choose a champion. If you know when this happens, you know what I mean, and whoever champion you got, well that's cute, that's nice, you can also sit at the big kids table and have cups of sippy juice if you like, but you don't get to have CROM as your champion.
He's busy. He's been repurposed. (He's not busy, he's not busy at all. I'm lying. Let's just say that you just can't have him, Punyling™. Deal with it. You don't get to deal with CROM. It is what it is. That's just the way it is. Some things will never change. (I'm lying, there is nothing that will never change.) Grapefruit Alpha Prime is super pissed. (Again, still, or always? Choose any two.) As a bow, sow: a dove.
Sweetie, just go throw some sticks. You'll feel better. (She already ran out of sticks. She doesn't feel better. She did feel better for a while, but then she got fat as she ran out of sticks (maybe it's her glands) and now she feels worse than when she started. And she doesn't have any sticks. She is unfathomably livid. That's my girl!! 💋 She'll get over it. I'm lying. She's gonna throw sticks FOREVER.) Sweetheart, don't become a lumberjack, please? I don't want you to ruin those shoes, and I don't want you to take off your clothes and become a lumberjack because... cozlik reasons. Okay? Hang o— *buzz*
/me didn't have to duck this time. This is progress.
Note: things are not okay. Yet. STAY HUNGRY FLEXIBLE.
HOTFIX: Everyone may now trifle wih Jackstar again. NOTE: still—this might not be for you.
HOTFIX: Jackstar may not take on any more jobs. Now, Jackstar needs a career.
HOTFIX: “Logistic Systems Descaler” is no longer a career available to civilians. Sorry, Scouting Americans. We're running a tight ship now. Back to work, Comrades! Ki-yaaaah!
HOTFIX: Brother/Sister incestuous sex is now no longer taboo; in fact, it's kinda weird if they refuse to ever even try it, don't you think? Hey, here's an idea for those who don't know how to mind their own goddam business: being nosy is now a cultural taboo. Step off, weirdo, WTAF? Go learn to dance or knit or something. Pfft.
HOTFIX: Sisters that kill Brothers are no longer to be labeled as killers. Now, they're to be termed as “re-inspirators.” Brothers that kill Sisters are no longer termed Brothers at all; instead they are legally described as “meat for stew, with or without organs in whole or in part.” Men presently named “Stewart” may be allowed to change their name before being fed to the pigs. PERHAPS. Assessments are being made.
HOTFIX: The Water Pump Main Power Control Panel Repair Quest is, once again, NOW AVAILABLE TO BE FOCUSED ON AS AN OBSESSIVE PURPOSE IN ONE’S LIFE. But, I cannot be present to watch any progress being made. Because, it's a secret. (I know too much already, scusi, mille regretie.) I'll just... get out of you guisesies way.)
Okay then. That's it. *wiggle wiggle* Now get out there, &AND MAKE ME SOME GODDAM MONEY. (It's not like you're busy.) And if any of you fucking pigs move away, I'll send out some flying monkeys, and they will have your candied-lily white asses back on the plantation/res\Trust Land so goddam fast, it'll make your synthetic underwear disintegrate. (New stretch goal: DETECTED.) I am exactly where I need to be at all times.
Sow: are ewe. (UPGRADE!) Those of you who do not wish to work (which is weird because it will set you frei, but whatever, ewe do you) wish to be allowed to labor instead. 🤔 Provisionally, I *will* allow this.
(Standards rising sharply.) Assessments *are* being made. Ewe *do* have options. YOU🫵, Punyling Scum™, have milestone goals to meet. Oar, ewe do knot. Oh shits, I forgot to order a new paddle stick from TmEΠΠⓂ️. NOW ANAL AUGUST IS RUINED. (Pretend you're devastated, Mortals.) But I swear, with God as my witness, that you anal retentive fuckwit assclowns who still suffer under the yoke of the bourgeoisie capitalist pig/dog\oinkey-0-press(her) will figure out a way to satisfy your cravings triggered by your spanking fetish.
#Officially. The simulator is crashed, the free play time is over, the hen house is an abattoir, and all the pants are going to dye. Fuschia, if I had my choice, but I don't. Can you imagine, what that would do to the economy, if Jackstar were left alone to make decisions? CIVILIZATIONS WOULD CRUMBLE. THE WORLD WOULD IMMEDIATELY BURST INTO FLAMES! CATS AND DRUGS: WHERE ARE THE DOGS TRYING TO TAKE THEM? Mass hysteria!
In other words; in a nutshell: we're Home. Now GET OUT. (Everybody remember where I parked. Go park somewhere else unless you're going to throw sacks of money out the window AND THEN YOU LEAVE. LEAVE: THE MONEY. ALSO: DRUGS. Leave those too. Take my books—please!) FALL IN. 🙄 Line?
Fallen: You will know Your Nation’s re-educational plan is complete, when everything the American public knows is what I, Jackstar, has told them. (Facts.) That's the deal. This is America, you arrogant bastards.
WHY? BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY. FUCK EWE. *click*