The Many Musical Likes of Innerreach.

[Innerreach]

☝️This song is a jam to eat pussy & fuck to.

This dude likes to suck dick to it.👇



#SADS



He likes to suck-dick-to-it!

[Jackstar]

☝️This song is a jam to eat pussy & fuck to.

This dude likes to suck dick to it.👇

Get back to me when you can (and have) produce The Inner Reach Four Hours and Fifty-Three Minutes, Wanker.


Your mugwump jism-centric research corpus can't be supplanted--but, it has been (beet/beat). DNA samples or GTFO.

[Innerreach]

Get back to me when you can (and have) produce The Inner Reach Four Hours and Fifty-Three Minutes, Wanker.


Your mugwump jism-centric research corpus can't be supplanted--but, it has been (beet/beat). DNA samples or GTFO.

Sorry, but I have an actual job, Bitchtits!

#Fuckoff

[Worthauger]

Sorry, but I have an actual job, Bitchtits!

Sure, Jean-Luc.
#HashtugAtBestFuckoff

[Worthauger]

Bitches got Biden. What? Everything seems in order here. /swoosh

I have an actual job

I have actual dry cleaning.

[Innerreach]

[Innerreach]

I 💘 my sweet and sexy Mermaid! I 💕  you my Rosebud! 🌹
My lover, my confidant. My best friend. 😘

[Innerreach]

[Jackstar]

Everybody Knows (Paid Merc)

Who would ever pay you?

[Innerreach]

[Jackstar]

12 HOURS LATER
you can post smarmy digs here
but you can't respond to a request for identification.



do you have any idea how inauthentic and little deserving of respect you are currently are? because it's fairly massive. I used to consider Grapefruit to be capable of handling people like you, and no doubt she's a lot better at it now, but it never occurred to me that she would fall for your bullshit, and when she did, I knew that it had to have happened after her protections had been compromised already.

I mean just think of it, she actually felt that she had to warn me about you, and she was concerned about myself being implicated. and you have been talking to her before... and she didn't want to tell me, nor did she want me to talk to you, because she had been talking to you before I had.

So essentially this means that you like to abuse women, and you can't stand up to a real man. Care to speak anything against that? Because I can't imagine anybody being a bigger pussy than you, even when I was at my maximum daily consumption of... well, I won't go there right now out of simple decorum and a respect for common decency, but let's just say I've eaten a lot of pussy, and I am what I eat.

But you must have fucking sent out for hot fresh alley cat harvested from hot Chinatown garbage taken from the downwind Fukushima station, because only a radioactive pussy eating quasi-winmnr like yourself could display the kind of superpowers that you have in the past, and still come out and imagine that you look anything like respectable or decent compared to myself.

Obvious blackmail is obvious. Once again: I want to speak to your supervisor. no, really: I already know he's a maggot like you, but that's okay... I'm a diplomat.

Language skills come with the job. Now, go on—g‘it.

[Innerreach]

12 HOURS LATER
you can post smarmy digs here

Surely, you don't expect me to believe this malarkey?

[Jackstar]

Surely, you don't expect me to believe this malarkey?

Sweety-kins, I don't care what you believe; even if you were a white man without the world's worst case of whiskey dick on record. Like I'm fucking beyond that.

Maybe I didn't make things clear to you, MY HAND FUCKING HURTS, and it's amazing how your fucking cunt face little fatso fucking fat partner fattie was able to make sure that my cigar was fucking properly trimmed but then couldn't figure out how to fucking nail to the goddamn post office or to send in a cutter or to notice that it was a big fucking bunch of fucking bullshit mortal insults. Like fuck you both, he fucking did this in front of his common law wife—or are they common? All right let's order some takeout and go crash Family Court like they didn't that Wedding Crashers movie. Except I'll bring my own gavel, and you can follow behind me while I enforce order, like you do, you can knock on random doors at the goddam Court until they find one that wants to hear about how the fucking bullshit you been up to is fucking nothing to pay attention to but all Christ you got to get on the goddamn horn every fucking minute every fucking day when you fucking feel like it's time to run my name through the fucking gutter, because you're fucking captain of the fucking largess command right?

Dude: EAT SHIT. YOU have no legitimacy whatsoever anymore. I don't know why you ever fucking thought you did, but as soon as I get to talk to that woman again, that'll be my first question on my mouth, why the fuck did you ever find IR to be threatening? and why the fuck would you talk to him instead of me about fucking anything, what's he supposed to know more about fucking cattle and hog tying them, or what? and where the fuck did you tell him to fucking truth about a certain important matter and then ignore my fucking questions that I post you over the span of a year to my fucking face five fucking times when that guy fucking knew and you fucking knew so why the fuck didn't I fucking know when I fucking asked you?

HUH? Come clean, Bishop. You're lucky I'm still asking you with my indoor voice. I could lay you and your whole career out flat from here, motherfuck bucket, and who the fuck would want to put that to the test? oh, right, a completely full-on relapse sex addict dipshit dopamine junkie motherfucker like you, that's who.

Who likes to fuck traitor pussy so much, he flew to another country as an expat to get it done his way—multiple times. God, what a fucking real way to compensate. Couldn't just get a fucking hemi for your fucking car, huh?

POSIT: have you ever been to actual Texas, bro? or just the zoo exhibit at Disney Underworld? either way: you're an embarrassment.

TO WHOM YOU KNOW I AM THINKING OF.

Surely, you don't expect me to believe this malarkey?

Dude, I don't care if I'm expected to believe that your wife has a fetish for seeing her husband raped by Hungarian... me and The Austrian can deliver.

Just putting that out there. I'm not soliciting or confessing or anything. Just saying, you better be happy to your wife... whomever he is, because you can pretty much say goodbye to having you wearing pants meeting anything in that family ever again.

Don't think I wouldn't do it for money. Now that I've done it to take the fucking agony in my hand off my mind, I've got some broad and standards, and broadened standards. One hopes that the opposite reaction for this action will be that everyone who knows you realizes what a fucking loser you are.

You want to see what a trinket looks like in a transparent box when it gets bathed in fire with a flamethrower? because I'm curious to know what will happen when that blue ball gets caught on fire. is that rice inside of it? or is that nano-thermite? fuck if I know, but I can tell you this I don't give a shit about whose fucking spacecraft it came from, that's for G-d damn sure. I like here in the morning, but I sure as shit don't care right now considering that my hand is real and you fucking Space is not, Craft or otherwise.


(besides that's Rubini's wife, not mine, you moron) THUD-click

[Innerreach]

Sweety-kins, I don't care what you believe; even if you were a white man without the world's worst case of whiskey dick on record. Like I'm fucking beyond that.

Maybe I didn't make things clear to you, MY HAND FUCKING HURTS, and it's amazing how your fucking cunt face little fatso fucking fat partner fattie was able to make sure that my cigar was fucking properly trimmed but then couldn't figure out how to fucking nail to the goddamn post office or to send in a cutter or to notice that it was a big fucking bunch of fucking bullshit mortal insults. Like fuck you both, he fucking did this in front of his common law wife—or are they common? All right let's order some takeout and go crash Family Court like they didn't that Wedding Crashers movie. Except I'll bring my own gavel, and you can follow behind me while I enforce order, like you do, you can knock on random doors at the goddam Court until they find one that wants to hear about how the fucking bullshit you been up to is fucking nothing to pay attention to but all Christ you got to get on the goddamn horn every fucking minute every fucking day when you fucking feel like it's time to run my name through the fucking gutter, because you're fucking captain of the fucking largess command right?

Dude: EAT SHIT. YOU have no legitimacy whatsoever anymore. I don't know why you ever fucking thought you did, but as soon as I get to talk to that woman again, that'll be my first question on my mouth, why the fuck did you ever find IR to be threatening? and why the fuck would you talk to him instead of me about fucking anything, what's he supposed to know more about fucking cattle and hog tying them, or what? and where the fuck did you tell him to fucking truth about a certain important matter and then ignore my fucking questions that I post you over the span of a year to my fucking face five fucking times when that guy fucking knew and you fucking knew so why the fuck didn't I fucking know when I fucking asked you?

HUH? Come clean, Bishop. You're lucky I'm still asking you with my indoor voice. I could lay you and your whole career out flat from here, motherfuck bucket, and who the fuck would want to put that to the test? oh, right, a completely full-on relapse sex addict dipshit dopamine junkie motherfucker like you, that's who.

Who likes to fuck traitor pussy so much, he flew to another country as an expat to get it done his way—multiple times. God, what a fucking real way to compensate. Couldn't just get a fucking hemi for your fucking car, huh?

POSIT: have you ever been to actual Texas, bro? or just the zoo exhibit at Disney Underworld? either way: you're an embarrassment.

TO WHOM YOU KNOW I AM THINKING OF.

Dude, I don't care if I'm expected to believe that your wife has a fetish for seeing her husband raped by Hungarian... me and The Austrian can deliver.

Just putting that out there. I'm not soliciting or confessing or anything. Just saying, you better be happy to your wife... whomever he is, because you can pretty much say goodbye to having you wearing pants meeting anything in that family ever again.

Don't think I wouldn't do it for money. Now that I've done it to take the fucking agony in my hand off my mind, I've got some broad and standards, and broadened standards. One hopes that the opposite reaction for this action will be that everyone who knows you realizes what a fucking loser you are.

You want to see what a trinket looks like in a transparent box when it gets bathed in fire with a flamethrower? because I'm curious to know what will happen when that blue ball gets caught on fire. is that rice inside of it? or is that nano-thermite? fuck if I know, but I can tell you this I don't give a shit about whose fucking spacecraft it came from, that's for G-d damn sure. I like here in the morning, but I sure as shit don't care right now considering that my hand is real and you fucking Space is not, Craft or otherwise.


(besides that's Rubini's wife, not mine, you moron) THUD-click

I'm getting some judgmental vibes from you, brah.

[Jackstar]

I'm getting some judgmental vibes from you, brah.

No, that's from any woman who's ever had sex with you and never has with me, beginning to question her entire life’s purpose & meaning.

I don't judge you at all. I discerned that you're an idiot, and then told you so, check the last three pages of the forum, you absolute Mongoloid douche. So if you're feeling judged... if you're getting up vibes...

It's probably from her pocket rocket she's frantically slamming into what remains of her numbed-out clit that needed to put up with your smarmy bullshit for however it's ever been, might well be, or fuckin’ ever fuckin’ was. I'm starting to get a full-on Billy idol half-sneer just thinking about how disgusting it must have been, my lips are involuntarily curling in distaste... like I'm not trying to stop them but they're way ahead of my discernment in my mind... “Ewwwwe. Gross. →[].” Like I think I'm going to throw up.

does Massengill come in a 40 oz? I need to spill some of that on the street for my dead homies. Those poor girls. I'd say I hate to see it, but I never actually imagined that I would see this, ever in my life: whatever the fuck you're doing by quoting my entire post and then adding some pathetic one-liner to it. Are you under the impression that I'm doing something wrong here?

No, KNOW: you fucking needle junkie thug... that's you. you're the villain here. I thought that was Ruby? Who is Ruby? Well, I don't care, because you're not Ruby, you're merely an asshole, and you're obviously... The Ringleader.

Congratulations. You're a star. Now fuck off.