the one and only
*Slow, steady blinking.*
Dude, are you for real right now? Are you telling me that no one has told you? Are you frontin’ like you couldn't figure it out already... and, haven't?
The case made it to “
Level R I C.O.“,
months ago. I know it, and now you know it, and before I decided to openly post that nice little factoid on The Internet... local dogs and cats around here knew it
too. Anyone paying attention—and, They have—could have easily figured this out as quickly as I did, probably easier, especially if they haven't been kidnapped from their home at gunpoint lately.
His current work is plain and simply criminal.
Current? Well, I don't think it's that bad, I think he and she have chemistry. I like the show. It seems to be growing organically. I think it can go places—especially if somebody refills Angie's {PROT:a_commonly_prescribed_therapuetic_psychostimulant} scrip.
(IANAD, but my vote would be for captagon. That sounds like a recipe for greatness.)
That being said, I honestly think he flipped States’ quite a while ago. There was a while when he kind of vanished for a while, and then came back real happy, acting all redeemed and shit. That was back when I think he thought I was still be a easy piece to remove from the gameboard.
Clearly: I am not, and if any of you were ever wondering why Dr. Guillotine’s invention was so praised, tears shed in this thread are a Prime example of why.
Get your legal team together, Commander. You will need them all.
He'll need to feed them all surf ‘N’ turf for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, too. Hopefully I'll have enough girlfriends by next Christmas that we can all pitch in together and buy him a gift certificate for Red Lobster.
Damn, that reminds me... I need my half of the glasses. (The half that will help Me, C-Rite.) Oh well: FIVE MORE WEEKS REMAIN.
Don't worry Colin: somehow, I will
totesmanage. Now, if you all can excuse me, I have to catch up on some other correspondence. Busy busy busy, work work, balls and trolls, no moles--ALL BALLS.
no better outright felon
#1) the fucking loser who took my phone;
#2) they even bigger loser who took my Google Pixel 6—I'm coming for your winter ski chalet, your summer beach house, & your fuckin’ fleet of Jet Skis,
Buddy;
#3) the monstrous dumbass that gave her that stupid fucking hat. My
actual nigga: actual
please.
Trust me, these days: this is a protein— & target–rich environment for felony prosecution. Big money! Big prizes!
I LOVE IT. *thunderclap & smoke; exit*