Of course it’s a jealousy thing.
Well, I wonder what that's like? Must remember to G.I Goonior Joogle.
Remember when pate used to cohost with Lee
Not even a very little bit.
Intriguing.
P.S. I don’t read the absurdly long messages you write
That's because you wrote them yourself, Brain Gamer. Look at you, seen it all. Smug and haughty.
so you’re essentially journalling to yourself there. ;)
Well, actually, I have some important news to share with you.
to my inbox
Somebody's groupies have been surveilling me for years, apparently there's some new paradigm or some shit. I don't fuckin" know
or care.
At any rate, there's some classified information that can't be emailed at this moment and you didn't want to know about these instructions anyway, right? I mean come on man, who would?
Of course it’s a jealousy thing.
At this point, even hot tuff fuzz are jealous of me. An eclipse? Pour moi? Pour trois? How many people just figured out everything “this morning”? Even your community research corpus stands outstanding for this kind of thing. (Surprise! I sunk your surprise party!! Now please send one (1) maid, I assuming there is something ready, and then I'll leave when they get here and then they'll leave when I get here and then I'll leave when they get here and then we're
not going to be Cha-Cha-ing.)
Handle your shit, or lose it. Apostille: Off-Line.
This social butterfly paradigm penny board will keep them busy for months. By the way, this morning was awesome. Yeah, I totally can't I.D. anything. Oh, yeah, that's me, I'm Lyndon Baines Johns Son damaged. Minions! Take me away!!
p. s. Hey, could you do me a tiny favor, and contact my X — note that I'm using the word “contact” here — and INSTRUCT H3R on the ways and means moving forward? No Hu-Hu. No Rush Limbaugh.
No job opening. Know
ZUGZWANG.
*click*