RubiniGab ... Now defunct

[MR. DRDR]

Duhh..

That's your fucking LOGIC?

YOU THINK I GIVE A HALF A FUCK MIDGET?

YOU ARE A SMALL MINDED LITTLE STUPID EVIL INSECURE HYPOCRITICAL WEAK SHITHEAD OBVIOUSLY. FACE THE FACTS.

YOU ALL ARE GOING TO GET A HEAVY BEAT DOWN. YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG TEAM. YOU ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE SO CLEVER.

TIME TO PAY THE PIPER BOYS.

WHO THE FUCK ELSE WANTS TO PLAY?

YOU PLAY. YOU PAY!

THIS IS NEVER OVER.

I AM CRAZIER THAN YOU SICK FUCKHEADS EVER CONCEIVED POSSIBLE. I AM NOT ALONE ANYMORE EITHER!

GOT IT NOW ASSHOLE?

THE HEAT IS GETTING TURNED UP!

I WILL FIND YOU AND BURY YOU.

ALL OF YOU.

[AZZERAE]

Well, thats it. I just banned Rubini, once again. I don't condone doxxing MV, Richard Groyper and his wife, Space Meow Maid, and reposting some bullshit flower delivery Tumblr post inferring Jack is a stalker. This website is not for that. I am diametrically opposed to the release of the private information of my user base-- no matter how true or false any of it is.

[Jackstar]

Richard Groyper and his wife, Space Meow Maid,

#Official
Instructions:
Choose any two, grab a bag of grain from the pile by the door, and make it fucking rain rice pudding, motherfuckers—*click*

[Jackstar]

Duhh..

That's your fucking LOGIC?

YOU THINK I GIVE A HALF A FUCK MIDGET?

YOU ARE A SMALL MINDED LITTLE STUPID EVIL INSECURE HYPOCRITICAL WEAK SHITHEAD OBVIOUSLY. FACE THE FACTS.

YOU ALL ARE GOING TO GET A HEAVY BEAT DOWN. YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG TEAM. YOU ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE SO CLEVER.

TIME TO PAY THE PIPER BOYS.

WHO THE FUCK ELSE WANTS TO PLAY?

YOU PLAY. YOU PAY!

THIS IS NEVER OVER.

I AM CRAZIER THAN YOU SICK FUCKHEADS EVER CONCEIVED POSSIBLE. I AM NOT ALONE ANYMORE EITHER!

GOT IT NOW ASSHOLE?

THE HEAT IS GETTING TURNED UP!

I WILL FIND YOU AND BURY YOU.

ALL OF YOU.

Never in my life have I been so glad to have completely slept through a party invitation. Go with God, Commander.

.o7
<SH^SF>

[Jackstar]

Seriously, do you really expect anyone to "chill periodically at your joint"?

Dave David and I have come to initial terms. It would not surprise me if he invited me over for a sleepover someday. I'm fully confident I can fall asleep in the same room with him and he wouldn't rape me.

FULL CONFIDENCE. I suppose things might change soon but, I'll probably check his ID first too. /shrug.

For me, this whole raft of shit is just about done circling the drain. For some of you... the party's just getting started.

Enjoy, Baby.

[Jackstar]

reposting some bullshit flower delivery Tumblr post inferring Jack is a stalker.

Knowing as I do, the full story behind that web page, that being, I didn't stalk anybody, it was definitely a joke—I am amazed at how far that thing has traveled.

I've had no contact with that person ever since, and never meant to cause such trouble, and I hope that they feel very proud of what they've done with Tumblr. They sure sent the message all right. Boy I feel chagrined.

absolut lol

[Jackstar]

And the point is what?

*polite cough*

monstrous pile of crap. Justify yourself.

Fuck, I really am in witness protection aren't I? I kind of thought these 500-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets were out of place in this seemingly low-key "budget motel." G-ddam.

I really am a star! Maybe I should get a face tattoo today. That'll look great on Zoom come Tuesday.

[Jackstar]

Who knows what lurks in the heart of Rubini or what demons in his mind?

Don't ask me. Clergical silence. Besides you're all doing so well without talking to me anyway, why should that change now? Pfft.

Go fish.

[Laser]

Duhh..

That's your fucking LOGIC?

YOU THINK I GIVE A HALF A FUCK MIDGET?

YOU ARE A SMALL MINDED LITTLE STUPID EVIL INSECURE HYPOCRITICAL WEAK SHITHEAD OBVIOUSLY. FACE THE FACTS.

YOU ALL ARE GOING TO GET A HEAVY BEAT DOWN. YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG TEAM. YOU ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE SO CLEVER.

TIME TO PAY THE PIPER BOYS.

WHO THE FUCK ELSE WANTS TO PLAY?

YOU PLAY. YOU PAY!

THIS IS NEVER OVER.

I AM CRAZIER THAN YOU SICK FUCKHEADS EVER CONCEIVED POSSIBLE. I AM NOT ALONE ANYMORE EITHER!

GOT IT NOW ASSHOLE?

THE HEAT IS GETTING TURNED UP!

I WILL FIND YOU AND BURY YOU.

ALL OF YOU.

This just in, but dated, since RubiniGab is NOW DEFUNCT.

"RubiniGab is a dumpsite. Not a flourishing landscape like old BellGab or a curated garden like Bart Ell's. Rubini himself is a troubled man. He is obsessed with dumping truckloads of worthless crap in AzzGab. Often repeating the same crapload again and again. Of course, he hopes to wreck or ruin, and destroy if he can, anything that others have created, enjoyed or taken pride in. Because that is something HE CAN NOT DO."

[Laser]

Dave David and I have come to initial terms. It would not surprise me if he invited me over for a sleepover someday. I'm fully confident I can fall asleep in the same room with him and he wouldn't rape me.

FULL CONFIDENCE. I suppose things might change soon but, I'll probably check his ID first too. /shrug.

For me, this whole raft of shit is just about done circling the drain. For some of you... the party's just getting started.

Enjoy, Baby.

You would end up in a box with a chain around your neck.

[Worthauger]

You would end up in a box with a chain around your neck.

Eighth grade.

[Jackstar]

This just in, but dated, since RubiniGab is NOW DEFUNCT.

Sure, Jan.

[Laser]

Eighth grade.

I thought you would understand.

[Laser]

Sure, Jan.

All right, I'm curious. What is the cryptic reference for this laconic clue? I couldn't find a damn thing in my sock drawer.

[Jackstar]

All right, I'm curious. What is the cryptic reference for this laconic clue? I couldn't find a damn thing in my sock drawer.

Look. Look. I don't know what the fuck is really going on--and that is obviously totes by design--but while I may be a profoundly stupid, imbecilic man, I am not an utterly complete idiot.

I can feel them out there making their moves, you dig? If I weren't exceptionally clever, or if I had an actual anxiety disorder (Ed.--my condolences, S.Ace), or if I had a single damn thing in the world I was trying to keep secret or undetected, I'd be screwed.


Fortunately, I am not--*polite cough*--screwed. I'm a little stressed, but, hey. Who isn't these days? That being said, I am as enthusiastic as the next individual to find out what is going on here... which is to say: not really. No thanks. Not at all interested in participating.

Maybe when I'm no longer out on bond. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta wash my hair.

*Exit: Stage Teats*