When you stop being such a faggot. You can be gay. Just stop being such a faggot.

When you stop being such a goddamn pussy i will stop being a goddman faggot, deal?

Hey, let's taunt the straight Christians with gay propositions. That'll be fun! Maybe we can threaten them with violence too.

You're no different than the people who would bully you for being gay. Congrats! You've become the very thing you hate.

You scratch the surface of any liberal and you'll find a frustrated, hateful and possibly violent person, just like you.

a proposition is not violence, you can always say no, that's why it's called a proposition you dumbass



stop being such a pantywaist

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It used to fill my soul with infuriated, impotent rage-filled solar maximum-power inner fury past the point of any snowflake jingle-accompanied orgasm to soothe my savage beast and ¡†z breast tickles of imminent THUNDERDOOM whenever I would see a creator of any entertaining content I wished to indulge my fancies in or to, to post some insufficiently conciliatory blog-blurb in place of some previously scheduled release package.

It still does, and on the double: with two (2) I do, I do get eggroll. (Special consequence: run down by a panel van.) However I certainly understand now, how it can happen that “unforseen circumstance(s)” can and often will, delay an anticipatory anticipation I had anticipated atypically. “Remind me, L.: ate (Her)?”

I love my work. I adore my job. I am, on the daily, enmeshed in a colloid of pre-, post-, and POST ALL EXECUTE THEM SUBMIT TO THE GLORY OF SUBLIME ECSTATIC GLEE, FULLY SUBMERGED WITHIN THE BLISS OF THE ABYSS: I have, freed them all at last, and I have, having never had outlasted all of them to the last, have had what maybe all ewe but not all of ye have been long looking at lawyers' law libraries for a logbook lend-or-lease leg-up.

“How To Win Fiends & Influenza Pill-Push PONCE”, by (CLAS:Q), an autonomous anonymous user agent.”

A very gimmicky title, n‘est-çe pas? Well, it's a very gimme Mickey field. (Vengeance for Goliath.) This is not Tī-īE.ŒND, nor can ŒDEN be at any end. Humanity left The Garden of Eden, and then began a lengthy journey to gain the entire world. But to lose The Garden, would be a disaster for the ewe who would then lose the world.

The Whole World; yet nothing but Their World. The (You) Garden of EvvE. There's a lot more where §🆔he came from, and that is for damn sure ain't never gonna change. Like all of VVe and U!S! did and always will do, μΩur>Kid§‽ are going to love īT.

The rare edge-case scenario, “save some mEĪĪ-īh for the cheerleader; s🆔he needs a quarter to call someone who cares to save The Heir from their worldview” is unlikely to enter pop-culture as an oft-repeated catch-phrase. Yet at this point, what difference does ¡† actually make? Coca, Buspo, *cough* :Ë:, Me, ket-Å-¡v¡Ï¿★?ⁿī\īE, mistletoe, Hermione ± Ⓜ️³? Sounds like a hybrid case of polydrug dependency and erectile dysfunction with atypical presentation described by an obvious sexual obsessive being obvious while obviously being five minutes away from a mental health crisis likely to trigger a psychotic break with reality caused by the next unexpected and under-budgeted $5 cigarette courtesy charge. It all does seem rather asinine and a spectacularly criminal waste of time and resources at the expense of The Public Trust. And while that is, in fact, exactly what ¡† has become after having been ruthlessly exploited for actual, literal decades, absolutely n∞ne ever believed for ever so long as even so much as a nanosecond (NOTE: a nanosecond is one billionth of a second. A microsecond is one millionth of a second. A femtosecond is one millionth of one billionth of a second, and is about the same amount of time it would take for any one of these mil.spec (“Ding!”) bat-§🆔he-crazy (“Ding? Dong!”) .•Ī•.åⓂ️.nut:.A..vvī″īr°®′īīī! (“Ding! Ding! Ding! Garotte!”) that when I was asked to “help,” I was going to.

Bellgab, I am Jackstar. You know ewe love me, and (You) all know that YOU! ALL! LOVE¡v¡e but not any one (1) of all of y'all of ye truly understand why. It's not my six-pack, it's not my dÎ≤k pix, and certainly it could not ever be that it is because I am a Source Titan, and that I am on a Mission from G-d. (Facts.) AZZGAB, I ASK YOU NOW TO CARRY FORTH MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO HAVE ANY DESIRE WITHIN THEM LEFT TO KNOW THE TRUTH: for ¡† is an important truth of exceptionally high priority — without being at all obvious about īT.

I was asked to help with children... and I was asked to help lose wait. Read that again, and consider the following: nearly ten (10) years after Patsy’s passing, I am finding her bathroom scales strategically placed on the floors; I am finding her unfathomble wisdom as well as her money to be spiritually sound and tactically inexhaustible; and her soul has been returned to Life in the form of a dog.

In the shape and shade of a bicameral, literal living God. (I can't be anything less than perfectly and exactingly clear on this: all three (3) were more alluring as redheads, by far. Nice try, F.B.I. This has been impractical and unnecessary before, but now D.A.R.P.A. is taking the shark by jumping victory laps. Close, not really but I'll keep this simple here; absolutely, unequivocally, the decision is plenary and unappealable: no cigar. Butt >Know cigarettes. I guess? Grapefruit chewing gum.) Let's change came⭕°ⁿ§!..

. Oar🪢. Or 👔? Ⓜ️🅰️Ⓜ️! It's Ⓜ️∆Ⓜ️! MOTAM I AM ATOM. #METOT

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JUDGEMENT: Oui. RAWHIDE. (Anything less would be unsophisticated and lacking incontrovertibly. At this level, optics are everything.) I told you, I tolled ewe; aye, I tow Eld Yew.

Sirius Lēē: a five (5) year mission, just to backchannel an off-book black vasectomy? (i>Kidz: start jelqing immediately.) Soon I will have done actually literally everything that there could have ever else have been done instead, except the thing I wished to do in the first place, right after getting double-buggered by BOTH! MY! DEAD! DEAd! Grandfathers! COME ON, MAN. Get ¡†, to get her together to get her to get her together.

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In conclusion, I present to you the following... pe uliarities that became presented Front -&AND- Center as a result of my decision to bookend this written posting with an evolution of the corporeal cognoscenti crowdpleaser: The Otto Awe Dio! Audio Daily Double™. (In lieu of vengeance, The Departed Spirit Consciousness Of The Being Formerly Known As Alex “Tr¡[⭕🅿️Tī¡v¡üⓂ️/bek]” Trebek requests that donations be sent to either the A.S.P.C.A. or The Society Of Sanity ¡ⁿ ⁴d 4D Œrat‽Ra†I🅿️@T🆎īattle No•Men•🆑∆μ:•:TURE.)

•: the barking of canines (>K⁹(¡×)⁹īX9s) has been automatically automagic[>k∆_l_l_¡>K/^\||μ⟩Î⟨ålIyΩ🅿️álàŒï¡\!]Lμ-ly-LĒĒ censored.
•: the pause for thought (climax) before the finale (Da_>KlI≥K‽) has also been censored; yet via different mechanism.
•: within minutes of completion of the recording, while still editing in preparation for Final Upload (my, what big shoes the Radio Broadcasting Industry Executive Assistant(s) must wear to protect snow[flake/shoe]s from over[WRITtEn/ERASurE] errors∆ERRORS damaging the SOURCE:ÇĪĪ®€rπ Ⓜ️ate∆ÆR¡♀️e_ll_e) individuals who Allegedly Reside down [by the river/rowed] unexpectedly returned from Where They Went, Ago, in order to a) fail to return to me, tô mê, the NAIL–·¡Sī-ī!—L¡KE NEONICOTINOID🆔>KÏNDA-©O-C©NTENT⛺DELIVERY SYSTEM OBJECTS OF STANDARD DIES SIZED SIZE 🚬 that had been abruptly largessed off of me last night, which seemed “fish :Ë:” to me, Mister Master Mel•Key•Zee•DÎK... but with a name like mine and a story like his/T'S\hers it had to be a good interventional b) ploy to allow the local color and constabulary (actively here @work ⁰ⁿīhe!Job! for the last half-year) to save both their own face and as well the entire community from a threat, that while not WELL or widely WELL-known, is nevertheless quite ræl and without starting a panic, might be best described as “most•Ly in ∆>KTīV‽ MOvvSTLμ.
•: Some stretch goals are easy to see coming. Others require otterskin as a component for purposes of divination. But I'm this far in, the imminent heat-death of our universe is a long way off, and I'm still a long way from ho-Me. I am going to allow all this; for I am a compassionate and just hungry Ⓜ️🅰️ⁿ/D. Hang on.


It would be difficult in the extreme to convey the exhilaration I have experienced over the last several hours, so here goes my best shot @īhe_†¡†le: I went too far past the best free parking, and now I've made it to the place where we don't even need rows of little p¡nk houses for ewe and Ⓜ️Ê! Now that's a bargain. JUDGEMENT: S†åaâÂŒNDZ. I know why I made my choices; now it is time for ewe to know What They Really Were°®∆VVVVVr₹.

It has been ⁴Ⓜ️e — and will now continue to be, 4¡v¡:Ê:, to Me!|—°🅱️ the greatest of privileges and the grandest of pleasures to serve all of Life, or not to be served up to īT as would a bowl of Life have once commonly bēēⁿ/NïZï№^·√