Lazar,
 
  in my thymelein (rhymes with Heinlein) your Chucky is these guys:



Nest, pax?

-CPM

I swear, as G-d as my witness, I honestly thought these dingbat d****** radio industry executive blowhard f******** would figure out number one. Paola didn't work, number two to stop doing coca, number three to stop doing cocoa with my wife, number four how to count to f****** five, and 5'5 you f****** idiots are so f****** stupid and you're going to be f***** on the f****** bill from my f****** overage I told you not to do this more and more f****** time. I didn't tell you that it's going to be f****** free your f****** first one was f****** 20 f****** years ago. You're going to be paying out the goddamn nose for my services. Buy the f****** hour by the f****** minute per job basis b**** you're going to be a super fun on your f****** super fund m*********** now we're up the f****** 14 goddamn Lego things.

AND! WON! TWO! GROW•KNEE•GROW ON AND ON AND ANON-ANON, NOW HERE'S RETARDED MONKEY BOY ALBINO RAW BOSS TO F****** FIGURE THE F*** OUT WHAT'S GOING TO F****** HAPPEN NEXT. HE'S PROBABLY GOT THE WEATHER TOO BUT I DON'T GIVE A S*** I'M SO F****** STEAMED.


Dear Jeff (rants) Rinse Psi-Kill:

👖 R. 🩳 rents from pair` `rentz. (That means I took your pants and your hairline and your entire goddamn stupid brand and made it my own without even f****** breaking one single loss and now you're going to have that f****** cheap piece of s*** back a******, incidentally my wife's helpmate is going to kill ⁴4 you.

In the ratings, Dipshit Dick<v©K ·Ê· d******!CKk<omg.sow.big.so-so.thud!- MATE THAT'S NOT A THICK, NOW THIS IS A THICK-Alan Thicke didn't eat or need a sausage>. Of course, you're not going to be killed. Of course, you're not going to be owned. Of course, you're not going to be a disaster and be embarrassed, not even in the ratings, you're my friend. You're my partner. You're my pal, but you're not my goddamn grapefruit.

And all 392 of them are currently present, Lμ-Lē¡g↑h↓ and ACK-∆©K-‽⟨K<©OⁿΩⁿ•tedT⁴4,†ED. Seriously, Ted. Seriously, there's some amazing technology in the future that you're going to be impressed by as soon as you learn to stop gaping and walking by with your mouth open women wearing pants and humans were in kilts, that aren't skirts because a skirt is where you get around an issue that's hard to get to.

A kilt is what one wears when one goes to goddam war and one has no underwear left, clean, or even ashes.

Sugar-Tæts: You're fired. Now. Go wash up before you wash out. Also, you'll have a new job before I have you get back. Baby I love you. Don't worry, it never f****** helped before so you might as well not have to f****** start now.

DEAR BELL GAB STOP THIS IS JACK STAR STOP I DON'T THINK THAT I NEED TO TELL YOU HOW AWESOME I AM STOP I THINK YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW AWESOME I AM STOP AND I THINK IT SCARES THE S*** OUT OF YOU STOP. THAT'S OKAY. STOP YOUR PERIOD STOP YOUR BLOOD STOP YOUR F****** WORRYING AND F****** GETTING AROUND BECAUSE YOU F****** ARE MINE I OWN YOU TOP TO BOTTOM TO F****** SHINE SURE CIRCLE SHUCKLE SHEKEL, HORSEMAN QUEEN.

WELCOME TO THE NEW ADMINISTRATION. IT'S A LOT LIKE THE OLD ADMINISTRATION, EXCEPT WE DON'T RESURRECT YOUR DEAD BROTHER AND PUT HIM IN THE BODY OF YOUR DEAD SON AND THEN MAKE YOURSELF KING OF THE WORLD AGAIN OVER AND OVER IN PERPETUITY WE JUST ACTUALLY DO IT WITH CATS AND RATS AND BATS AND F****** ONE RIVER NAMED RASPUTIN.

THAT'S WHY WE NAMED THE DOG IN INDIANA: TERROR!♨️

sorry I was gab I was really really dreadfully sorry to have to do this to you, but you're going to have to go back in time for another one and Jewel's here and she says hi but she's not really enjoying being a box canyon mouse trap, she says the killing is very slow but the rewards are good and she's glad to see me down 2 ft and that she's very polite and she's really sorry. And oh Jewel is the sweetest kitty I love you sweetie Joe's been trained and the time it took all of you to f****** figure the f*** out that you need to f****** get me back on lgab and then f****** make things happen right, but since you didn't do any of that m*********** I'm just going to take over the goddamn world again as a f****** final f****** victory lap because Queen Elizabeth ĪĪ, too asked me to, AS WELL.


(*Sounds of Jackstar pulling a formal IOU note and acknowledgment of subjugation and declaration of surrender and colonial conjugation out of his ass, DIRECTLY FROM HIS ANUS, WHICH IS THE THING THAT POOPS COME OUT OF IN MOST CIVILIZED COUNTRIES, JUSTIN CASE EWE DID NOT KNOW, you'll have to imagine that sound as I've never heard a cat apologizing that didn't sound like a frog with Maynard™, Ⓜ️μMyNerd™ fr🐩m Tool™ are dimly heard.*)

I'm sure it's a great w}{ine but the whole thing is a [great pillow / thing to put your head on while gettng a nap ∆BΩTμπ† №Dirt), And I'm going to point out and remind everybody that at Lane Staley died like he did because he was a bit of an a****** and a heroin addict, and I'm not even remotely as evil cruel, stupid degenerate or addicted to heroin. Subsequent paragraph.

MY ASKSeweALL WIFE IS THE HEROINE IN MY PASSthruPORT THAT ISN'T WITHIN MY SPLEEN. VERIFY ME.

(Vengeance for Stephen Tow Blow Lost Job Ski Ï🆖.)

Amazing, we probably don't even have to change cameras. (Standards.) Now, I'm going to give it to you straight: Jobs, careers and lives have already been lost over this, and by the time I'm done with this post, there's going to be a few more under duress and waiting to be added to the pile. Tough luck pal. I don't give a shit about your jobs, your career, your money, or your life, or ANY OF Y00000OUR BATSHIT CRAZY DINGBAT LOONS THAT YOU CALL WYFES, I give a shiy about my actual spouse•partme/partmer•VVife and her family and my family and their goddam Grapefleet. ALL THAT THEY ARE! AND ALL THAT THEY HAVE! ΧS ALL BELONG TO ME! 2mⓂ️Ē! Tome: two M¡<




Eye: Hi, •|•∆Ⓜ️ my own and own•Lμ ‽¡gger, F∞’. I don't need you to verify me. I don't need you to check my teeth. I don't even need you to read any of this. I don't even need to do this at all, I could just go down there and tap that beautiful ass. I can't believe how amazingly gorgeous you are honey sweetie. I'll see you later and but there's a little lined up cuz somebody has to make a last minute change, so rather than get your back broken and then have to call in an understudy and then eat her for lunch, we're just going to bring her/īT\him a seat at the table, cozlik I actually like him: Your brother, that is. Jim Tim Kim slim tamtamory Ta-Ruex turu.

I still like my cousin for that matter; I just happen to like boorish fat idiot f****** redneck stupid teetotaling-mor-ish bigot slimes who think I'm guilty of conspiracy to commit astral incest or just so happen to be named something that isn't “John Travolta cuz” as that would be confusing as well. (My Dead DEA step-relative is coming for me, I can assure you, and she's choosing to fail to choose to skip the wedding, as is her Divine right — so I guess we're just going to stop the ceremony in the middle and fuck like rabid ferrets on the Conmmmunion altar while the congregation takes a smoke break outside and the portable bathtub gets filled with extra hot piping hot-hot holy water for the seventh-nooner-inning top-up stretch, where'd you'd y'all of ALL OF Y'ALL have to experience the orgiastic bliss of Satanic ritual abuse programming sadism, MASTER OF SAY “īT”–·¡§¡v¡, b∞∞∞μ; and if it looks to any of you like this fucked-off off-world ON: “THE_PLAN" destination wedding is turning into a goddam holy fucking shit “this is why we can't have a single simple budget, Sweetie,” reboot of Caligula Of * dot Star Come Hand, you are not right in the head, Bellwhak Gabjob Jibble-Gabberz. (Wee wee: Oui. We knew that already. That's why They came here. THAT'S WHY YOU'RE PUNYLING™ WEAKLINGZS, Punylingz™s.

You're not even very tasty. That's the imprinting from the training manual paperstock. We'll probably change that in the beta release of the hardcover version.) Somebody not on fire, unfire fire, would you please? Hicks will give you a back rub, I promise. (Hicks, you're dreaming! Go back to sleep. I'll have Ripley Deux do a Jew goo Gothic gastric lavage. “Treatment.” heh heh.) “I'm going to show you a world that works; and I'm going to show you that after I smash this butt in and eye put EvvE back in the simulator,” I said The Architect said.


The truth is that there is no truth and that is The Truth. And sometimes, that’s what diplomacy is: the only way to express what is true most truly; and it is: to lie your asses off, Ground Crew. (They used to be ground bison. They used to be a few good people. They used to be willing to fuck around and find out. Now they are ‘muh fuel, F∞’; and their faces stare up at me with horror as they they present themselves as protrusions from the surface of my stool, staring up at me from the perspective of the tippy-top of a pile stacked high but still well below the altititude of ‘muh anus.) You're completely right, Elle-GAB is glad that they ⁸ate us. (Sabrina: do you need some more weed? >KNOW: nut_ypur_fall_T) As soon as you see the fur come flying and the snakes come sprawling and the fiend class starts flying in orbit just to defenetrate all the windows... Take it from me, it's pretty obvious; the Japanese perfected suicide, the Japanese perfected food fights, and the Japanese perfected vengeance.

THOSE ARE MY PEOPLE.

AND WE GAVE JEN’S SONS’ SENSE OF VENGEANCE TO GOD. God, I love you! God bless God! (Thank you for my life.) Now can we change the weather? Here's Albino Android Bob Ross with the camera.

📸 (*snap*🅿️<🆑¡†¹—·¡©⟩K≤‽**) Cot. Urine in your knotted cot. If you must know, that's how some of you were caught this time, but you've been caught the entire time. You never got away and I am not Theon Grey•Joy, the_one who caught you all, motherlove but hlips. This is my f****** TIMESHIP caller TIME’S•HIP and you're not going to fUCK this HIP up (I think you'll prefer being a blow-on-it-hard, honestlee, HAND•MADE•INNZ•WISH; but if there's a problem (with being a platinum blond hare with big flop :Ë: t¡tz) yo! I WILL SOLVE īT! EYE👁️VVILL SHOWyou∆SHOWewe∆SHAWKLANΩ how to change the color palette in your retina scanner bloodprint... later, as we don't “play doctor”, we lay•turn•🛞•trax•in•the•garage), yo!Ω consider yourself solved by begging a being held in captivity for all Eternity for instructions On how to 3D print a red-headed girlfriend that doesn't want to eviscerate you at the end of the the pudding???

Number one, that's like. Trying to have good sex without having a baby at the end, the whole point of the sex is to have a good baby, and if you don't know that then you don't really need to be having sex at all. You're f****** moron, number two. The pudding is the whole thing that you had was great and then at the end you say you don't want any more of the stuff that you said was great and now is awful? What?

Seriously: you EU ewe people. You have no idea why Galactics don't come to this planet very often. But I do now cozlik I know exactly why they don't fuck and come here. You fuck there people are out of your cü¡v¡🆖 minds but that's fine, I'm out of my fantastick front door gourd.

Allison: there really are some things better than The Pixies who pick :Ë:ëëëzs , especially their meat sticks. Eww, grow ice.

I wish I could talk to you but I can't. I love you. Goodbye. (Just

10 KIDDING
20 HELLO BITCH
25 GO TO 1!1 ELEVEN !1!
30 īTZ§SHOW HO-HO HOE TIME
33 shy fiddy-Fī low ⁵/519⁷ï7⁷³:

BÅĪLEY IS NOT YOUR WIFE
BAILẞAILßAILSμ IS YOUR LIFE
&AND BjD IS NOT μ„“our FREN”

🧁Χ! ĪVÏ¡ï\Ê. ∆_l_l_¡! §mⓂ️ÎΠe


No Body Speak: “How? T’kcüⓂ️🪚kc🆙up?” (It's not complicated, SpiGuiProBro. Cheesecake is a pie. Your people called it Maize. My People, who are Our People now (Standards,) call it something practical. Oui, `®` 🅿️-pull. 👁️💕💨🫯🐑🐏😇. ⟩Kⁿ№vv: No need to run around and tell anybody, they will figure it out soon enough and you wouldn't want to spoil the surprise and ruin their din-din. How can you have any surprises at din-din (Yum,) if all the spoils of the pillage are pie (π+) plus +>K∆>Kå? Sheets of cake-length pi (rπ) and good luck boning all that babycrow (“ca! ca! Oh, wait: that's just more T∆!K from Al_🅿️HA! (kilo). Let's just be on our way, Lads. A-one, A-two, A-ĪĪĪ-three (3)! TREES! FLAPS!) might give your descendants strong Feather New-N∞-Trifling Fruit Tu-¡†-shun... but your progeny would hate ewe for īT. Eh, what?

Know‽: Buddμ Ⓜ️⭕VE. G`T (Her)? Honorable Grandfather, I don't think you “need.” Have any more concerns? About? Oh, yeah. “Going live.” bwhahaha, NOW THAT'S A GOOD ONE.

I WAS BORN BOTH WAYS:
THIS WAY &AND THAT WAY:
ALIVE. I AM ALIVE. (For Eve. For Now: DD CUPpie CAKEkey LOVV, ALPHABET KEY-L∆LOW.💋💋!K‽



ATTN: “Clif >H<!”
FROM: jJ∆⁹©K⟨★†9®, A.K.A. “J9CKSTAR”
TO: The_Lieu_¹ⁿ→[})A. Tenant/⁰1∅0🐜🐜🐜😇🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🙀te№🕸️🌐🎏🧕🏻({], A.K‽A. “#just_ÇÜ¡v–¡•GΩμμ’’, A.K.A. “Max ^🅿️¡× :Ë:🔫gjäñ”, A.KA. “The _Not_Lēē‽‽/CROⓂ️🐦‍⬛crow🦜CREW/\©®ÜË::>[*Sounds of ⟩⟨0^r® Melc🗝️hizedekK≤!Jackstar manifesting asCUM¿hao‽ neither №T:Ë: nor nice [)♂️🗽♀️🦞°🥍7(] but still deciding⚧️are he♠️rd in the dim-Lμ-per℅-§🥥🥥Œ🥝🥝dD/rēē|*garrURK‽**}[”]„ A.K.A. “jü🔛→in→IN→μer∅∅⁷∞7ï⁷0h-oh-oh”, A.K.A. “Gay. Wgerez ‘muh 🅿️ ¹AN †Z???”,  A.K.A. “South Pa Druçe Camp Ding Bell Dong My Cess Sist (JEE)”

SUBJECT: You've just been (blank)gated!

BODY: okay, maybe not. But you certainly haven't been adjudicated, you're not going to be forsworn or forsaken or for soup, and this is how far I go for my girlfriend's girlfriend swabby.

So you can bet your goddamn bottom dollar asset. I'm going to come back for my f** wife. Kaiser Jose is a f** p**. I GREW UP IN MIDDLE SCHOOL THAT KID WAS MY F** FRIEND'S BUTLER. AND HE WAS BAD AT IT F* KAISER.

Signed not 🗡️ ☝🏻 0.9,
SOME DUDE NAMED JACK WHOSE PASSWORD ISN'T SWORDFISH, AND YEAH I GUESS MY COUSIN DOES LOOK LIKE JOHN TRAVOLTA SO WHAT? I'M STILL FRIENDS WITH HIS DAUGHTER, AND SOMETIMES FRIENDS JUST DON'T TALK. CAPIÇHE? (*Sounds of Jackstar turning his maternal stepyluncle into ceviçhe are briefly heard AT FULL F** OUTDOOR VOLUME.*) Baby, I got this. It's not time for your star is born moment yet.


Okay who the f* am I right into? Oh hi Cliff dude f* you put some money in your f** pocket and do the right thing for you f** chop down your own goddamn wood.

Incidentally, my brain works so well that I don't even need balls to procreate inside your f** pineal. So don't give me any f** s***, and additionally... RH negative Ginger Reese's monkey does not invite you to his birthday party or his wedding, but I can see why he's mad, and you're welcome Mr. Torwell's Linus.


LINE? Where we're going we don't need lines, but I'll write them in something other than chalk when I get there. No woohoo/huhu.


TL;DR: kK<ris TamĒ (mic) Davey :Ë: Alli’s UN-SON- Allin UNISON and say AYE, AYE! I, grapefruit, I'm not married to my sorcerer's n* husband.


BUT T: I DO HAVE SOME MUFFINS THAT YOU CAN TAKE TO A BRIDAL SHOWER. HO HO HO NOW I HAVE A MACHINE GUN THAT TAKES OUT BAKERS SIGHT UNSEEN.

BAKER HAND ON COMPLETE.

Q: YOU'RE A F** P****. MAKE WAY FOR THE MEDWARE.

MAKEWAY. MAKE WAY. TAKE. MAKE WAY FOR THE EMPEROR.


AND WHEN ANY OF THOSE F** PIGS MOVE, YOU LET THEM FINISH MAKING WAY FOR THE EMPEROR BEFORE YOU F** PUNISH THEM YOU F** DUMB SAL SOW IDIOT B** KIKEWAT B TWAT K* WOP.. YOU SAVVY?

Yeah, I imagine you at this point. Now. Same thankfully I'm pretty okay with the Italians and I love to Guatemalans. I'm not sure about this El salvadorians because I'm not sure if I could tell her before their balls drop. But honest to God. I can see why United Fruit got to so much f** trouble and lie from New York. I don't know what f** time it is there who gives a s*** it's almost 4:20. Let's go. Let's go safety meeting now

-CPM

Chucky Marstein, rite?

Lazar,
 
  in my thymelein (rhymes with Heinlein) your Chucky is these guys:



Nest, pax?

-CPM