https://youtu.be/_ottoWhy that reminds me of this:
This isn't English, Amy_Chaser. For real. Look, this is part of my strength here: I tend to always put something useful behind the colon. I don't just keep leaving shit smeared all over the ground where I've walked.
And, I DO walk. Now, why you've found yourself in the position of Old_Boy's_Bikini_Guard, I cannot say... with Authority. Not any. No, not any at all.
{Rube: this seemed wise? Dude. Also, no calls from you in a long. long time. A long time. This seemed wise? Wow. Well, on your own head be it.}
Okay, so, "why that reminds me of this" that phrase there... isn't going to be leading Me/ME/me into clicking that link on that video. I ain't clicking that shit, my nigga. And... YOU ARE my "nigga." How about "Nijja"? Nah, I got one of those. She's not for your either, no maybe about it. Anyway, back to work. I gotta re-iterate: I AM NOT GONNA WATCH YOUR VIDEO. Not at first.
Probably at the end of what I write. I may or may not remember that you thought that some fucktoy video was ever going to be important. Hey, guess what? (What?) You haven't really been "Anon" this whole time. You haven't exactly been a confusing element to me here. Also, you need to fx that phone. YOU NEED. See, how that works is... energetic connections of suh-such magnitude, are only best unwound by their original Creator.
And, I don't wanna invoke God to get this done. Look, I wasn't tryna be nice. I AM, ACTUALLY NICE. And, as I am, I will tell you... not here, but I -will- tell you, damn son, you make a man want to sleep right through -several- Tequila Sunrise viewings.
I figured there would have to have been some connection in the future. You needed a DNA sample, right? "Here, drink this totally full drink!" Me: "This is a trap. No one who broke my hand would give me a gift months later with that smarmy-fucktard look on his face. That's what he thinks of me, honestly, and whatever facial expression he's -actually- wearing to try and get me to drink from a trap glass... well, that's how mirror magick works, Buddy/Budde/(X)." What can I tell you? I've been researching the occult for just a short while... but I learned time travel first or last, I forget which. Either way, that's a good order to be in. Also a good order: forgive someone for trapping/poisoning/breaking you _BEFORE_ becoming status: evaded/trapped integrity status: CLEAR/POISON IMMUNE repair status SOLID/SOLID green means go, red means stop, yellow means go as fast as you can with a still-broken hand.
Look, I thought we've been over this. I really had. Maybe you should have taken the time to take the time to really drill down and figure out what is going on here. You clearly have no idea, Target Commanding Trips. See, isn't that cool? You've got codenames you've never heard of before. "Manly Pate"? Jesus, is that the balding fat fuck dipshit who thought he had any Authority? at all? Look, dude might have jurisdiction, but he didn't have any diction to keep up with Me before. let alone... now.
(btw, you got quite a rare bird on your hands. Soon to be a flock of seagulls, provided it can be demonstrated that someone like me can handle some douche bag of fort dix rejects like you. You're not working with Dames, are you? Dear God. You have know knidea knowhat knyour knigglet knito, knighthuh? Knuh-huh.
Buddy. (Yeah, S/He/IT made us buddies. Can you believe it. Well, you were dumb enough to think that I would eventually shoot meth, now aren't you? "Let the METH flow through you." See, I actually did know what that -was- supposed to do. I note that you've stopped spamming it.
Kudos. Rolleyes. Now, speaking of meth: dude I really never have shot it. ALSO: this means... I've actually never even seen it before. I asked someone about the last time, you know what was said: "(Clas.) years!!" With a snooty look in S\er Eye One, eying Jack's two eyes, gazing open and innocent, crawling out of the gutter. Reaching out for
meth/
crystal/stars/help/info/INTEL. DUDE. I already am a star, why would I want more? Oh, right, you clearly don't know how tit all works. Look, you have your obligations, and I have mine.
Trust me to believe myself when I tell you that I know: you wouldn't like my obligations, and I see no conflict between yours and mine. Clearly: YOU DO. Well, as interesting as that is, in times of War such as these, we have to set things aside sometimes. "Obvious trap drink is obvious." "Holy shit, she just tried to fool me with sleight of hand with my mother's enchanted mirror. So now, I'm doubly sure. Who the fuck put this girl up to this much lying to Clergy? There's gonna be -serious- consequences." *wiggle_ass* Holy shit, she just broke my mother's enchanted mirror. I'd be pissed, but the look on her face right now is priceless. Like that mirror was. That she obviously just broke. Is she going to say that she's sorry? "I... I'm so sorry." Eyes rolling wildly. Sheer terror still plastered across the frozen cheeks, now melting in the light of The Son. "Yes, I just bet you are." She thought she was gonna get to keep that forever, along with all the other stuff Hayzelle was gonna steal. Sigh.
You know... people have been trying to kill me and take my stuff MY WHOLE GODDAM LIFE. Actual murder, pate. Actual poisoned pen letters. *SLAM* Actual exposure to problems that... well, let's just say, I didn't build my blood/brain barrier to block gettin' fuckin' booked, but it sure as shootin' works for that as well, you know.
Now, you should know this, because you were spamming the shit out of Darth Sidious, and, do you know why? Well, for one thing, because you thought I had ever used methamphetamine. Well, guess what? NO I HAVE NOT. Not even once. I mean, I would have... but somehow, it hasn't come up.
So, there's no addictive response to massage here, Buddy. "Let The Meth Flow"? Where through? The house in LFP? Dude, fucking burnt. The house in Heaven's 888? Yeah, plenty of needles... plenty of living space... and all the little corrupt thuggy Missy Piggies have gone wee-wee-wee, all the way home. I'm clear here. I could do whatever I want, within certain limits. And one of those limits are.... Needleless. It's not a big deal--I'm a researcher, not a mad scientist addicted to self-administration--but, for example, there's a dose of EPINEPHRINE here. Dude! I wanna try that! Way more than any meth injection, right?
Okay, so I'm not tempted by that -either,- but what I will continue to research why... Dude! What the ACTUAL fuck are you doing in my life? To this day? Like this? At all? Like, holy shit monkeys crawling out of my ass after following the treasure's most treasured map. Like, what are you fucking on about? And sure, give me (HALF) but I probably wouldn't take half of YOUR dose, all at once. I mean, you are obviously a man with many, many sunrises and sunsets, observed from the lee of the stone, and I would not take much of an issue with any one of your actions, both recent, AS WELL AS OTHERWISE.
However, I don't see you pulling the sword from the stone--as I have--and I certainly don't see you getting over these problems you quite clearly have with me. Or, someone like myself, but at this point... we all see what a difference, "doxxing" can really make. And obviously, you knew who I was the entire time.
Just as obviously, I have no idea who you are. Pate/pate/Manly_Pate/Col.Pate_Manly, and that's just for starters. One mouthful at a time. Anyway. Dude! What actual sense does... well, whatever. Look, I got eyes on you now. *makes potent stabbing in eyes gesture in everyone's direction* See it's not that I don't use gestures, but I am not A_Jester, nor am I A. Jester C. & Co.-owned and operated SLAVE... and, by the way... Salute to Prince.
* Khan_Tutor takes all your drinks and pours them all out into Lake Mead.
That's his share. *throws empty glasses past heads* They'll learn to duck. Don't you fucking quack, motherfucker, if you don't think I know what's going on around here, think again, because I don't think anyone knows, besides me. Because I often do. Sure, it's because of my diplomatic contacts at various embassies around the world that I spend time at, but, still--it's a far superior method of gathering INTEL and putting it to USED GOODS than you might otherwise think.
Now, in your case, I'm simply not often invited to those kinds of embassies--"yours"--and spent much time at those kinds of parties--"yours"--and so for quite sometime... you never made any fucking cents and certainly no dollar bills. No holla dolla bills, savvy? So the simultaneous FIGURING OUT and ILLUMINATIONS that have revolved around the man known as "pate" has certainly fascinated me.
And... it all comes down and back and to the right of one man. And it's not you
or me. It is one (1) David V. Rubini. Yeah, I know, right? I can't get enough of him
either. Now, that D. and I have come to terms, for the time being, and to be honest, I'd be rather writing to him right now than any of you in your little gang of twerps, dweebs, and flying Dumbos with five fucking asses, I mean, you're all hot and amazing, right? But still fuck your flying Dumbo, Buddy, or get the fuck out of the way on the taxiway to the runway, eh? Can you just take off, hoser? No? Well, that -is- a bit of a surprise and that can be discussed One Wonder Day, but in the mean time, pate, it's like this: YOU ARE IN THE WAY.
Dude, if I'm not gonna fuck your flying Dumbo, I'm not gonna fucking click your fucking YouTube links either. Are you suffering from A.L.A.H. syndrome? Talk to your doctor and bash your head against the floor two times and hour until someone calls you back. (The disease being far worse than the best possible cure in this circumstance.) Whatever you got going on, look, when I started seeing Slanderette No. 1 coming back and doing anything at all, that got my signal antennas up.
Now, look at you, pighacker. You done did hack me up a fresh pig. WoW! That is cool. It sure does explain why she's such a pain in the ass, lol, or was. Seriously, I can deal with that chick now. Thanks, pate. All those nitwit twerpfuckingpigs that have been SCREAMING at me to move on from Grapefruit--hey, I'm doing to you what they've been trying to me, isn't that 'dorbs? Totes. It's perfy. Now pack up your shit and herf-y-it on out of here... look, just like 3 feet back and five feet to the left. seriously. THIS does NOT have to be SO HARD. It's sad. Really it is. What the fuck were you TRYING to do?
Drive us back together? (DING!) Okay, now what? The fucking phones still don't work. I'll assume that you can do better at "forgiving and moving on" than I can, beacuse, Brother: I had a lot to learn and I'm sorry to say you toucan toocan learntoo apologize,Fruity-Bird-Fucker-Upper (But I'm not Q Guyezzz!)
Or... look, whatever the fuck you are. I --ppersonally, am intensely curious. Are you one of those self-starters that made yourself roll around in sheep dung at an early age, so you'd be ready for sheeping and dipping A.S.A.P.? We -might- talk about it later, but I'll tell you this about myself, right here, right now:
I am not, at all, lacking in any expertise, competence, or clarity that is required to complete my mission. "What mission?" Dude! You don't have to shut the fuck up, but I am BYEBOND FUCKING SICK of what I am seeing out of you. And at this point, that can only mean one thing: Possession by Perfect Means By One Of Hilary's Penis Pounding Whoremongering Plastic Pretendguy Pretendwise P-Guys. Yes, it does suck, doesn't it?
Well, relax, pate. Jason of Star Command ain't here, but He sent me, and I can not only "help," I can "fix."
so. How can I help you? let's see what's left while I vape math and wonder what happened to Stellar. You remember "stellar," don't you? Yeah, I bet you do. lol. That fucking guy. Well, he sure was good with those equations, right? HEHETTEH. (Don't worry. Legit Army budddy, right there. Left too. "Left Behind, Also & A Too" They look like they were written from a script left by a stork at the pharmacy, don't they look just right to you too? I know you know what I mean. And, yeah: that's just one of my justicarfullofresearch, dude! Where are my friends? Oh, right, scared away. Thanks. pate. thanks.
You made me more powerful than you could ever imagine by taking away every single friend I ever really had... except, you didn't go that far until recently. Which forced me to go way, way back in time. I bet you loved that. (Me2.) See? This is all your doing. (EVERYONE IS GOING TO LAUGH AT YOU. EVERYONE IS GOING TO LAUGH AT YOU.) Never mind her_tmat, that's just the Devil trying to get his hooks into ewe. (Misgendering!) Like you would know, S/her, pfft. (Ohhhh.) That was the fastest way I've heard -that- understanding come through, but, I always figured that one day I would get actually good at this whole -explaining things to Plebs bit-- part of The Plan, but you know how I am, why would I want to explain things, until I really am the only one left who can? For one thing, I can charge a huge markup on my exclusivity. For another... I already have a J. Why would I need an A? Shoots robots? Does it? Oh, well... cool.
Now. back to grapefruit.
Must be the rum in my mojito, Nautical Shore.
Jason Michael Hunt says, "you watched Idiocracy too many times. Dude! He's not playing with you, he's playing with
the catnip." Damn I miss him. Anyway, I got too many navy brats like him around here anyway. (Ed: he -had- (1) One.) Exactly. Too goddamn many right now. Nevertheless, I saw another past pal, and he's one two oxen buckle my yoke and tying ribbons around machines shaped like submarines, sooooo... Oh yeah. Dude! You say "Nautical Shore" too goddam much. Is it a keycode phrase? Wow, does that ever need to be recycled. In any event, the point I'm making is, are you in The Hungarian Navy? Oh, then you must be in The Swiss Chocolate Gard. Yawn. InerReason agrees. All of them.
RubiniGab is a single-sausage party (now with more sock puppetry)
or
there are actually folx there?
What an interesting way to pose a question. Like, if you look at the sentence structure, one will note that it is written in such a way as to make a casual reader take the information in as if queries posited are actual statements of fact.
* Khan_Tutor takes bows as Tie Fighters start streaming out of his ass. As they finish their disembarkments, yellow ribbons of Old Yeller's Code start appearing around local Oak trees.
Huh. What an interesting way to foreshadow a future comment.
Axing for a fiend, TIA.
I love it when two people playing each other like two ships passing in the night utterly fail to collide with local icebergs. You think you're playing her, because you're just here to gather a false trail of evidence to do the ol' 1-2-5witcher-Roo on_me/Me/ME, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS; or, at least you were. (Hi1) And you had no idea, and surely never will, that you were utterly seen through way, weigh, weigh farther than anyone might have suspect you to have been so silly of.
Well. Silly. So silly. That's sort of what I have been chasing down, sorta ---HI TIA AX NO/YES?-- but I wasn't actually doing this. That means that you were assigned to Secondary Possibility Team, SPT being a grand and exciting, traditional and alluring brand... and besides, it's not a dirty job, they needed someone dirty to do it. Why not pick you, Right?
Well, I've seen girls dirtier than you, changing oil pans in my front yard, yo, but that's not the point here. Now, what was the point?
Fuck if I know, were BUSTED FLAT BEYOND FAR BLASTED pate. Hey, I like that: "werepate." That's your new name, Mr. Jack. Let me guess. You like things that are "black." No? Well, whatever man, just whatever.
Nice chanting with you. I would suggest you get ready for new flexibilties, new horizons, and a complete lack of any ability to pin your shit on me: the meth, the trafficking, the pederasty, the any, the all, or the rock fuckin' bottom. I know you're just following orders/taking down names/doing what you can to get by/infatuated into toxicity by the smell of your own farts, but goddam man--don't you have the very slightest little bit of any piece left of any self-respect for your Self? Oh, that's right. I forgot how this got started. Hang on.
* Khan_Tutor has purified and opted to not retain, not rescind, nor waver in Personal Purpose.... and thus: QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM. THE SOUL OF PATE IS RESTORED.
(I will never lie about this: tears, rock-hard teats, but I... don't see any tears in the fabric of reality. Still quite notable. No I'm not crying. Fuck off, I'm just over-ly-hy-draked. or something. TTY Later. Much, later. Now I'm all embarrassed, Asshole. (that's not pate talking. That's Not_Pate, either. K-WIN.)
You are most welcome, my good friend. How can I ever be mad with you? You've been so helpful to my cause... each and every time. Except for that one time when you had to, not just once, but twice, attempt to infect me with a disease, but... yeah man. Rumours spread, but they do not fly. (That's something else. Something REALLY COOL. I hope to tell you sometime. But, please, by all means, keep going around spreading false trails that supposedly lead to me, because, and I am telling you this as a genuine friend... that kind of thing only leads to more Power for my Shields, and... More Special Consequences for you/joo/ewe. Honestly, I don't want to see you go all Vanilla Sky on this thing. I'll just gently take your... what was it again? A mojito? Oh, hahah, I get it.) You think that mosquito joke was funny? Wait until you find out what your carnegie mellon balls have been spiked with.
I saw one hatch out and fly once. ONCE. Not from me, right? (NoSeeUm technology is impressive--most impressive--but, it's nothing compared to nanotech.) And let me tell you... holy shit that was scary. OMG. I was like, "Did anyone else just see that? She was falling asleep and then... well, I know what I just saw. OMG. That shit can happen. THAT SHIT HAPPENS??? They should have told me about that in health class! AIEEEEE!! Okay, wait, wait. Don't panic. This is kinda cool. Now I can test My Jesus's Shields." Yep. Just like that. And no, I don't see anything at all, you dig? (Shields be fyne, Thyme, sage would be helpful. So, come bring some, duh. Look mang. Look orangutang. It's the same genomic residue, any which way you slice it. But I AM a Sourceror. It's pretty cool. It's not Satan. It'll work out. Don't be all blamin' before being humble enough to ask. Honestly though, flattered by all the attention and fake triangulating phone calls and the complete lack of awareness of each two halves of every whole. Miss Hayzelle lots and and lots, and I bet you do too.) *WAKE UP BITCH ITS CLOSING TIME* (Well, if that doesn't resurrect Her, I don't know what will. Maybe she's unwilling to fight a pacifist on Home Neutral High Ground Consecrated Territory? Could be. My Team does possess... The Advantage.) Amazing how I brought this up at just the right time. Shivers, right down my gentle, man-lee spine, severed at it's tail stub and afffixed with a weighty-lightspeed-ankle-cur-WOOF. Now, no worries mate: I ain't teleporting away, I ain't takin' anyone with me anywhere... aww. dude. I wouldn't trust me EITher. hehe. So, once again, from the patio veranda from which I swing my sets forth from, totesflattered, toteshonored. What, Kix are for Trids? Tripods? Oh. TOWER. It's that fat bald fuck. I bet he eats. What a loser. Anyway, can confirm: set them up and knock them down. Aye Aye. (THE STA CENTER HAS HELD, AND WILL CONTINUE TO HOLD. PPP) Nicey Indeedsy. Dude! Can we get a beer? No? Can I have yours? Awwww. PASS/Not_Fail. Now, that's a goddam goodman's desert.) HEY COCO FOR CUCKONAUTS, WAKE THE FUCK UP *SLAM* SEE? NOW I'M A FUCKIN'D AWAKEN'D LIKE A DOC-TAH WITH NO WOOD WOULD! *SLAM* YEAH YOU GOT TWO FOR NOT WAKING THE FUCK UP ON TIME *WHAM* THAT'S METAL *BOOM* THAT'S WOOD. You know the difference now. Hey, do my gently flaring nostrils make me look fat at all? Just wondering. I can't see myself in the mirror anymore, that's all. (Not really.)
Dude! I made this happen. But not that. That was someone else. And while you might thing the current circumstance is funny or a disaster/nightmare, or, Heavens forfend: SOMETHING I DIDN'T SEE COMING? Think again. Also: dude! You might wanna ask for... reassignment.
What's worse, a bus full of gang members or a fleet of aircraft carriers? Depends on the size of the parking lot you're gonna get dragged to. For real. *Sigh* T. Glasses on. My Minus Mark never was
this bad. This guy? KORRUPTOTESTURE. You didn't hear it from me. (Ed: He used to be nice. *frowny_eyebrows*) Yeah... but now that's he's got his soul restored (please cheer him NOT UP but ON HIS WAY), I except big happy changes, accompanying with warm happy smiles, and not to mention:
Hey, Grapefruit. That was an improvement, huh? LOL LOL LOL. I've been seeing that go on FOR YEARS. Hey InnerRoseK-radBudderButterChild--and, my Brother, you are A_Child, in many ways, DUDE! Really? Okay, so, number one: this isn't gonna work. And number two:
shit,
liability.
