sitting on that fat pile of greenbacks.
#1) Only if I had The Key to unlock that Knowledge. I have no capacity to access Grimgott’s, and I find this assumptive thinking of yours to be in exceedingly poor taste. Shame, shame, tsk-tsk tsk.
#2) I was sitting on a pile of redskins earlier. And now... I'm making a loveseat out of nothing at all. So what was that about
greenquarterbacks for a nickel/el-Alah\Royal_Purple? Speak up, someone here cannot speak Cantonese.
You can effin' afford it
#3) Come here and say that to my feverish face, Glass Joe. I don't have a ferocious case of PTSD, now do I? I'm not likely to suddenly reach out and start strangling you am I? Certainly not with (2)
both hands!
#4) Tell me about more that you could
afford. I'd like to know how you afford the time spent that it took to be snooty with me. Is it because I stutter, or is it... like, just your
civic duty to give me
Shinola-on-tap?
#5) I remember somebody talking to somebody and saying the words, ‘I'm very interested in “the properties at Shine.” Or something like that.’
That was the moment at which I became unleashed. And since then I feel that I have been giving the appearance of being restrained. Nevertheless I have not been restrained, and for one thing, it does take me a while to build up a head of steam.
And at this point, what difference does it make that I have a
head of steam or not? , For one thing if a
certain p
erson were here, I would be interested in fillet show, but I am not and they're not and I am thusly not interested... even though, this is certainly a moment in time worth... The Deathtouch Augerman Weekend’s Beginning. Let's change cameras.
How's your interest level/availability now? Yeah, is that going to be any different from when the no contact gets lifted coz like... that's getting lifted.
I think it is apparent now to all involved — and there are a lot of you, now aren't there? My my MIND — THAT THEY'RE PROBABLY WAS GOING TO BE EASIER AND SIMPLER WAYS TO RESOLVE THESE DIFFICULTIES THEN WHAT HAS BEEN CHOSEN.
Clearly, there's not the availability of that now. I don't know
what there's availability for. In fact, I don't even know anything at all!
Because I don't I have no idea what's going on with certain sensibilities and vulnerabilities, I don't know what's going to hurt more: whether I do or whether I don't have sex with somebody else that I went to high school with before I ever fucking lay eyes on (You) again or hear your voice or play ‘sit “N” spend’ with your daughter I don't fucking know, idk, I don't fucking care, I couldn't fucking tell you... Someone put Jackstar on
tilt.
, Now I'm not sure, because I'm not a legal professional but I think that this makes me legally unaccountable for anything I do from this point forward given that someone has driven me insane and I am no longer legally liable for my actions. Since I'm still able to control myself, I'm going to intentionally leave myself in that state of affairs because I don't need to be legally liable for my actions, and I like having the state of freedom that is entailed with being well not criminally insane still at least a little bit mad... and hopefully I won't scare any babies.
But if I do, that's no skin off my nose. There. How do you like them apples? That's right applesauce is bad. Remember, and hey where's my mother's mirror?
Shit that's the second time I forgot to say no contact Shaw when I found myself talking to her and then this time I started doing it again and I forgot to say no contact Shaw until I said all that stuff first so technically this is a violation but I'd like to see you try to worry about it because the only way you can be reading this is if you just ran into it accidentally and then who would send it to you and then do you come here and then ... Are you starting to get a picture of what you've done?
If so, that would be an example of a direct contact. You had the exact image of my mind in your mind that is, if there was a way to present that and if there was a way to prove that and for the law and if there were anybody ruling to bet their badge & their career on putting me in jail unless at this point which come to think of it, I don't think there are.
Meanwhile, Erik scared me off of some other thing because I guess some thug decided to use his name... I mean I couldn't actually be him, and then I can't believe that... that, was such a big deal (you actually had to burn manpower resources on that? You people really are pathetic, and I hope you never are employed ever again in any such capacity, for your sake, you should be embarrassed but I'm sure you're not) that they showed up that quickly and then maybe if they're so clever about watching me maybe they can watch this: I should just walk into court fully erect screaming, “yes I am guilty, motherfucker, I confess!” I totally totes can't control myself but I've chosen to channel that into a different function. Still sexy, not controlled sexy.
Okay, now whosoever's jealous, raise your hand and write it down and then we confess later — or not, I don't really care which. So there,
Threeve.
(*THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO CONTACT ANY A.F. SHAW, ANY MEMBER OF HER FAMILY OR FRIENDS NOR ANY EXES. THIS WAS HOWEVER, A MESSAGE TO A CERTAIN AUSTRIAN: “Dude... fuck you.” I hope I never see you or your bastard kid, ever again.
p.s.: and the only reason why is because I would be embarrassed for you when you hear what my experience was and I have to hear myself telling someone about how apparently dangerous I am... exactly why and how that happened. Do you remember when you said that you would never help me and you have never helped me? Well I guess you were fucking wrong, coz like... you sure helped me today.
I'm probably never going to be depressed another day in my life again. Remembering that experience is going to keep me buoyed for a long time to come. And neither of you probably have any idea why! (Good.)
Maybe you'll have another kid who loves you (Fat chance.) and they can explain it to you someday but I'm not going to and I could give a fuck about the other one. Long story short, TLNR: turns out there really is such a thing as “too protective.”
No contact any family members is intended here, and if you are one... wow, why are you here? Doesn't this interfere with your morning appointment with the barbershop quartet?*)
p.s.: My mother thinks you people are assholes.
p.p.s.: And you're G-d damned right.
p.p.p.s.: hope you have a sense of humor about this, cuz this is actually really funny if you have a translation fee and if you don't you probably have no idea what's going on which is a lot like how I spent the last 6 years of my life, motherfucker fuck mother fucking bucket. *click*
p.p.p.p.s.: already figured it out and apologized to Valerie. See, that was easy! Yes, we could knock this all out by morning if you wanted. Yes, we could do it anytime. Of course I would, yes. Or, you can just quit your shitty job being a pain bully for murderous thugs so you can feel better by yourself I don't know we can work it out like can we really it's up to me either way. I yield to you.
(p.^5). Surrender! I surrender.
eYe SURRENDER.
