
It's all bullshit. Not one call gets through. It's Mr. & Mrs. Sperg laying AstroTurf. I'm not contacted by anyone. No one talks to me. I'm holed up in Kent with the most ridiculous hotel ever. I'll just stay here until I'm bankrupt and then walk to Court and they can blow me away.
And they turned out to be a Judas.
You have them all juiced up on fuck dope and imprinted with meth. How the fuck do you know so much about it? Because you're fucking doing it, asshole. You're running game 24/7 and none of it means fucking anything because not one goddam person has talked to me. NOT EVEN ONCE. You've created a bunch of fake phone calls to pretend you've done due diligence and your idiot whore from Jersey isn't even talking to me, she's sending messages through Canada and Superserial (whose new YouTube channel has 3 videos and exactly one more subscriber than mine; wow guess who.)
In short you are a complete shithead and to compare anyone I've ever met to Judas is the kind of bullshit I'd expect from an ancient, crusty salty old man dipshit like you CHUCK SHAW.
Go drown in a box of your whine. YOU FUCKING KNEW.
FOR DECADES
YOU KNEW
I TALKED TO YOU, YOU LIED YOUR GODDAM ASS OFF, YOU'RE STILL LYING, GO FUCK YOURSELF, “JUDAS,” LIKE YOU WOULD FUCKING KNOW.
YOU FUCKING KNEW. EAT RAT SHIT, OLD MAN.
Happy birthday. Buy yourself something real nice.
Like some balls and a spine. YOU FUCKING KNEW.