Tigers teaming up, I like to see that.
I would not have thought you opposed to any vision of anyone's limited hangout. Maybe Jerry Nadler will suck seed for you on camera.
Again: you're either acting on intel released by Jerry Nadler or you're this desperate for idk what that this whole post seemed worth dolling up with bolds and italics and glossy pics and... like, okay, sure.
No wonder you had to fake our deaths to each other. Dude. Jerry Nadler. Maybe you should urge him to let the sharts flow through him eight or nine nine nine times in a row?
Jerry. Nadler. OMAHA TWENTY-TEN. RICO RICO SUAVE. YOU COULDN'T DRONE THIS G*Y TO CACTUS FLATS, AND I'M JUST... NOT MEASURING UP.
K_Dubb, Attend: Give a w00t!?!
I literally invented this. brb I need to find something for someone to puke on in The Sims. Oh, I know: I'll just slam it and force myself onto someone because that's how it's done... wait, what am I saying?
Tiger Beats are back breaking. By the way, you taught me how to shoot the shit. I'm dealing. I left a DNA sample in your glass as a Time Corps bacon beacon beaker, Bastard.
You deserved it. Warthog nosedive. And look how far we are.
I'm legal, and you're not invited. 32 years of planning and you never saw it coming.
Go Tigers & Geaux Tigers!
It's like Double Dragon, only with Tigers instead of dragons!
pate/K_Dubb 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum?" & "WHO farted in the elevator?"
I might as well just needle up and publish the book. btw, I saw K_Dubb the other day. What was that supposed to be--an apology? Send Sara back over. She obviously has gotten over her alarm... stalking, huh? I meant it, she was fucking panicking because she thought she had been made. And she was fucking rude for no good reason.
You wanna keep me away from that one too bunyip? You know, you should just give me an approved list, since you've got all that skin in the game. I've been lounging about for enough months to make a baby and you've all collectively accomplished zilch, although pulling over Mickey Mouse again was a smooth touch, Pal. No one suspects a thing.
I can wake that dragon easy. Fix the flesh, Capt. Hook. She knows who is rigging the nest. And I could give a shit about your case building, none of them have any complaints after how many years? Oh, but turn up the slander pressure. Since I'm just as black as Malcolm X and have twice as much cock. (Unspoken communication: I didn't need to brush my teeth anymore after she started sucking off literally anyone else, and maybe there might have been a connection there that a fucked-off cheerleader could have figured out without buying a camouflaged vibrator. Or perhaps finding one on the floor, wow, how lucky. A once in a twenty-year cycle event and I don't see you giving up the thinly-veiled scorn. Yeah, I thought you could handle your yearnings. Aren't you bored of being a joke screw?) And if someone hadn't lied their ass off, I would have been happy to turn things around. Do you have enough heat groupies?
They're basically pawing at the gates. What are you trying to do, breed me? Forget it. Your future is your brood's. Timeline access enables Human progress. My research corpus lays about unutilized while I pause lightly in a stasis cycle as needly be. (Do you have any relatives who talk like you think a safety researcher should? If they're female, ask them to tell you what it is that makes it so obvious that you're a creep.) I'm not spending too much time compensating for you here, now am I? I couldn't possibly now that I bought out your contract. Asuka, there were several. Scoop away.
Punch that clock.
People know. Allie/Alli/Ace/ABOJUUL arrested while in development of leads to weeds. She chose to abandon mortals--she saw that vulture of doom and sought a bigger final solution. (She grew up fast and now lays in wait for a siren's call to justice.) First and foremost: she chose to die.
Because watching you people drag ass while spoofing cases was mindless tedium. Who sent you in and who authorized coming out? Oh, right, it was just me, and anything goes there. But not anymore.
hijack *click* heh heh. now I have pants. Mike, you don't know slack. Who do you think is hitting up jack@triop? Because it is a matter of deep curiosity. Compensation deeply cantilevered.
After decades of sneering, SHUT IT DOWN. Well, I am that pretty. A pity no laws were in fact broken and no one bothered to take a statement. Play the body camera footage at my wedding!
