A veritable jokulhaups of fresh 'n' saucy content--courtesy of Yours Truly, the #actual one and only around these parts--is all queued up and ready to roll out for your collective adsorption & absorption pleasure... and instead of putting it out A.S.A.P., like a common attention whore would, or instead of monetizing it through some kind of insipid scheme, or even caring overly much, how it may or may not be received:
I'm cool as a Q-cummberbund salesman on 07/04/25. Just think of it. Imagine being that cool. Forget imagining the smell--just focus... on the swell.
Now. Are you focusing? Good. Now, knock it off, I have work to do on various public chalkboards later, and if I get called up to front to the class by Teacher #4 while sporting a massive erection just one more time, I am likely to get that one-year-mandatory-MINIMUM jail term, and by that point, Hell, I'd probably count it a blessing.
So, no more focusing, just be aware: not only did I not do or feel any of those above ways, I also didn't put any of this shit on a "dead-man's-switch" like that dumpkopf Assange. What an Allhose, seriously. He deserved and deserves everything he got and everything he's got coming to him. Believe it. Fuck that guy. Total douchebag.
I mean, I myself am a phenomenally, horrendously stupid man--that's on record--but Assange really took imbecility to another level. Fingerpainting with feces, huh? Well, still--that's better than using What'sApp to trade crypto on the sly, or on the D.L., or whatever the kids today are calling it. (Dear Millenials: fuck you all. #Peace) In any event, no, I'm not taking that route either.
You know what I am doing? Waiting for panel. It's like "Godot," but much, much more legit. (Time for pain, Elle.) Especially since I'll be there. Forgot Pozzo. Forget Lucky. Amateurs. I am a Sourceror, goddam it: and I have had enough of all this bullshit. Fair warning.
