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[Lazarus]

So someone screwed you over and ripped the ass out of your precious little piggy bank. Pull up a chaise lounge and tell us all about it. If it does any good. WE are all ears and cackles.

[Jackstar]

So someone screwed you over and ripped the ass out of your precious little piggy bank.

No. >KNOW: The integrity of The Project remains intact; secure; &AND Ⓜ️∆§∅ⁿ–·>K ÇĒĒ kCÜR¡tμ ¡s 🅿️reç¡se-Lμ that lēíGÎ-h:

. Pull up a chaise lounge and tell us all about it.

(Note: p¡nk is not allowed to appear; Courtesy of Serra🅿️🛑^^vv∆H A!å§HA!V^ ®e›kords. d∆rĒ:Rick Rub.ini not commanding.)

If it does any good. WE are all ears and cackles.

It's just heir in the air.

[Jackstar]

As I sit here in a stall on a gas station shitter, waiting for my latest audio content to finish its conversion to an .mp3 file, I am forced to take the time to answer the popular query, “where did it all go wrong for you, Jackstar? How did you take such a wrong turn in life? How did you go so far to find that in the end it didn't even matter?”

I'll address the last one first. I chose .mp3 this time because I just like the number three, okay? .mp4 is okay — good codec, nice codec, μou get biscuit later — but the distinction between .mp4 and .m4a remains unclear to me. Do both of them still work, even if I'm sitting down? Will one work better if I stand on one leg?

It doesn't matter in the end. It's an algorithm. It works; even if you have no legs. Even if you're taking two stands. Bits and bytes go in; sound (but no vision) comes out. So I usually don't care. In fact, I always don't care. A is for apple.

Bees are for boys. I haven't taken any wrong turns at all. I am exactly where I am supposed to be l. Ll

[Jackstar]

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1981551080510279881?t=M3tJknX54u5swfGwcIdanw&s=19




Thank you for supporting this important VVork. (You) have our gratitude.

[Jackstar]

No terrible, threatening event. No sudden, mysterious disappearance at the top of my game.

I am nowhere near the top. I'm fully capable of kicking out the struts and banging this shit out for money. (Look at the whack-jobs that do it now, lol.) However, this would destabilize a fair few number of decidedly off-kilter psychos and other sociopathic freaks.

You know you've struck a nerve when they call for an involuntary commitment; and then when released by a judge... they then fall for their own BAIT.

While this has all been personally inconvenient, I am gratified to know that I have saved shitloads of money on my car insurance by staying Truly Neutral in what amounts to a secret war between rival factions within the U.S. domestic surveillance establishment as they fight to control billions of dollars in pillaged booty; and to them, it's balls out to the wall, life and death cloak and dagger shit. No shame in it. I find that stuff fascinating myself... as a spectator.

I didn't forget to mention; I was simply too real to be believed. How could I not be here for the loot? Simple: I am on a Mission from God..  and literally not one person has ever bothered to ask about it. (That's the training.) Orders are to not acknowledge my delusional thinking, I suppose. Good. I don't want to talk about it anyway. (Standards.) So as the baseline starting point for literally everyone has been something conceived entirely out of fantasizing about me in some think tank boardroom, by people who are literally huffing down entire stained glass windows on the daily, like it's their job, and it is... I just can't continue to comment on these fish in a barrel with my bazooka-birch rappin' and my hyperspeed tongue. It's not fair. It's not good sportsmanship. It appears to be to lacking in... class. (Bellgab’s Inner Circle Of Trust is dismissed. Please take Bugsy with you, he thinks he's the boss of me. Sad! Like that worked out so well before. So, so sad.

Sow, so sad.) Sew that's īT then. I have content... and you can't have it. You can't handle what you conjured up. That’s why you had a Sourcerœr assigned. Necessary to keep things going. Because some of you didn't understand: DO.NOT.RUB.THE.LAMP.UNLESS.&AND.UNTIL.THOU.ART.READY.FOR.THE
GENĪĪ..

I enjoy producing content that has clearly been enjoyed by many people. I do not enjoy being assailed by whinging bratling thugs as a direct consequence. (Hackneyed.) In the future, after the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared, perhaps someone will have the spine required to... maybe not stop stealing, but could steal from someone else for a change. (Note: treaties that required certain actions to be taken within a certain amount of time HAVE NOT been respected; I'll see what I can do about keeping the Quebecoise from going Full Wendigo, which would be... well, tacky, at the minimum. Semper fī.) I honestly never imagined that anyone would be perceiving lil’ ol’ me as a personal or professional threat. I can't even get a hug. I don't even care how many RoboHoors™ you creeps have under your direct command and control. Some people are into that kind of thing. Ewe know me: I don't judge. Some of (You) salty crusty rotten bastards might try to do the same.

* Jackstar is a Source Titan and has had enough of your Punyling scrub bullshit, thanks.

Semper fīdelIS§Ssssssss

Long live The (_lank) Administration.

Don't wait until your problems are serious to call me. Just call anyone.


Like ewe do. Namastμ

[Jackstar]

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1983299693942906951?t=rNsjKJoIRNbCYaxJyyAd1g&s=19


https://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=47.msg39837#msg39837

[Worthauger]

Don't wait until your problems are serious to call me. Just call anyone.

#1) simply because one is unaware of the base, does not automatically invalidate that base. Maybe it's confidential. Maybe it's secret. Maybe it's complicated. But definitely, undermining an argument via ad hominem and foul insinuations is a bit of a smokμ signal of F🔥fī🔥īR🔥ê, n‘est-çe pas?

#2) I am not “from The Galactic Federation.” I'm from Seattle; I am a U.S. Citizen by virtue of my natural birth; and my status as a Galactic Citizen simply means that I... registered to be one. It's not that big a deal. Anyone can do this. One must simply register to apply, personally. (I also gave midichlorian-infused blood. At an event. It's really not anyone's business, Pal.) For my own part, I must prefer to be a Citizen of The Galaxy, than of Tel Aviv, since I'm not Jewish either. But I was not born off-planet; I've never been to Mars; I do not work for or represent or answer to any Official Galactic institution or exopolitical governing body; and, I'm just this guy, you know? And, so do av few *select* individuals that exist beyond the heliopause. No shame in it — I have been around.

#3) I have not withheld any information as in regards to my lack of an STD infection. In the last four years, I was given two standard panels, and no infection was detected in either series. I have also been anything but promiscuous; three (3) sexual partners over the span of the last decade (~9 years) may well be t∞-too many for some, but in no case have I been whipping it out and waving it around indiscriminately. I also continue to maintain no development of any symptoms, haven't had any sexual contact in more months than I care to consciously consider, and would gleefully and cheerfully, make a visit to a health clinic for a third STD panel of tests with any proposed sexual partner, a perfectly lovely and unfathomably romantic first date activity.

#4) None of this information has been withheld by myself, but has instead been suppressed, by parties unknown to me for reasons unclear to myself at this time; and as there has been a simultaneous quasi-public defamatory disinformation campaign operated, claiming that I was a HIV/HIV+ carrier and had been knowingly having unprotected sex with multiple partners, I can only surmise that either someone wished to cover their traces by falsely implicating me in such crimes (or could ever be a person who would do such thing; I would assure anyone concerned, I WOULD NEVER be so careless if such assurances could ever mean anything), or those who would seek to hurt my feelings, or ruin my birthday, sought to inflict harm and strife upon my social life... as has in fact happened before, in the late 80s while a teenager in high school. (I have the kind of opposing forces in hostile alignment to my personal interests that would not hesitate to use such tactics to damage a target, and I may or may not have ex-lovers who really are that level of possessive and jelly. Hell truly hath no fury like that of my sweeties. (HI GF ILU!!)

#5) I have never had conclusive information or evidence as to the HIV diagnosis or “pozzed” status of any other person, EVER. I have never kept any such secret confidence, obtained from any other person via conversation, nor observation; and I do not believe that I would ever do so under any circumstances whatsoever. I am not a medical doctor, and I am not a Catholic priest. I am not an attorney, nor a member of the B.A.R. And in each every instance that such topics are raised, i.e., “You rotten bastard. Did you give my wife AIDS???” the answer given has been unequivocally in the negative.

#6) Having said that, I after having been accused unexpectedly via telephone contact by at least two (2) individuals, that I hadn't considered myself to be in any proximity of any boudoir to, and after discovering that my name was being ruthlessly dragged via dark web channels in conjunction with the phrases “HIV+” and “drug-fueled sexually obsessive pædophile,” for reasons unknown to me still to this day... I have taken a few minutes out of my life to engage in wild, unsubstantiated, SILENT speculation upon the matter, and I may have some idea as to how it became possible for my name to have been put forward as “Hypothetical Patient Zero And Also A Total A-Hole,” although I can't at all be definitive or conclusive (or even helpful) when it comes to the topic, at all. This is mostly likely why, in all of my numerous and varied, unfathomably exhaustive, and fully clandestine interviews with various branches of law enforcement, as well as the two (2) quasi-official LEO contacts... I have not been directly asked about the matter. Because of HIPPA laws; because of patient confidentiality; and because in cases such as these, it is best not to be the messenger of potentially catastrophic bad news, that might not even be true at all. And the revelation of there being such a question asked at all could jeopardize an ongoing investigation, as well as exacerbating or creating a problem unduly.

#7) Michael Vandeven cannot be excluded from the list of possible suspects of the person or person(s) who implanted dragon scion eggs in my tuchus, nor can he be definitely ruled out as being identified as The Inseminator; and as Gavelina turned out to be phenomenally gorgeous with adorable little cherub–·¡Sh cheeks... well, it wasn't Alpha Dr∆>K0 Frank Sinatra, that's for sure. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

#8) I believe the “right thing to do” was to quietly mind my own business and patiently await the release of more information from #Official sources before getting all uppity and/or business-like to respond to the very serious allegations that were made in the years that have followed The Incident(s), given that I am not a member of any investigative body, a victim that reported any crime related to those serious, series of events, nor do I think I need to “report” anything further, because obviously: PEOPLE>KNOW. (>Kudos.) On the one (1) occasion when I did feel that I had uncovered previously unknown information that may have been relevant and useful ... I called the phone number that had been left to me, and left a polite voicemail. I did not expect a follow-up because I have no need to be “in the loop” on most of this mind-numbingly vile pooch-screw psyop, and I have certainly seen no reason whatsoever to become any homebrew vigilante. I am not a detective, I am not Batman. I'm better than that: I am a paladin. My Mission from God has absolutely nothing to do with either my junk or anybody's kuni. I swear this fact to be true, on my very life. (I trust that the matter is being addressed by Important People, like yourselves here in this semi-public–·¡Sh TG group chat, since I guess that's how Team America handles its shizz these days; wew lad.)

#9) I strongly believe that I have been extraordinarily helpful in this and other related matters; in ways that I cannot incontrovertibly demonstrate, corroborate, or conclusively prove at this time — largely because I haven't seen my sweetie since she ran out the back door into the waiting arms of Sheriff’s deputies at the apex climatic moments of the box canyon ambush I walked into on Christmas Eve 2021. While personally disappointed, I know that I much prefer her alive and in the careful company of her Secret Clan Dough Squad of Clandestine Übermensch Schweinhund Spousal Designate Sub-Creatures, who can hardly be blamed for routinely wishing, on the daily, that I would simply shrivel up and go away after experiencing some kind of extra-painful death; since in addition to myself presenting as a walking, talking, too-too much talking loose end with virtually complete insulation from both civil and criminal liability and/or prosecution, I also make it hard for them to keep phoning it in when it comes to demonstrations of loving devotion, because in spite of me failure to supply either flowers, lingerie, or plausibly deniably fashionable footgear... I am undeniably awesomesauce. How could any butler of any size, ever even compete with the memory of... mE? I am a goddam hero. Imagine the pillow talk.

#10) Remember the (_____), Texas Father Patriarchial Figure-Head Leader. Note that while my response to your query is much more detailed than you or anyone might have had any reason to imagine would be either forthcoming or appropriate, I have nonetheless delivered the goods, and I am cheerfully able to sincerely apologize for my earlier exclamations of lippy back-talk, because, WTAF mangj, just who the fuck do you think you are??

#11) Hi. I admire your work and would have liked to subscribe to your newsletter, but as a poor orphan needle junkie born to dingbat fruitcake nutters (“Hi, Mom!”), I didn't think it was likely that I would be able to pass an entrance sniff test. Scusi, mille regretie.

#12) Yippi-ki-yay, MOTHERF— *click*

[Jackstar]

#1) simply because one is unaware of the base, does not automatically invalidate that base. Maybe it's confidential. Maybe it's secret. Maybe it's complicated. But definitely, undermining an argument via ad hominem and foul insinuations is a bit of a smokμ signal of F🔥fī🔥īR🔥ê, n‘est-çe pas?

#2) I am not “from The Galactic Federation.” I'm from Seattle; I am a U.S. Citizen by virtue of my natural birth; and my status as a Galactic Citizen simply means that I... registered to be one. It's not that big a deal. Anyone can do this. One must simply register to apply, personally. (I also gave midichlorian-infused blood. At an event. It's really not anyone's business, Pal.) For my own part, I must prefer to be a Citizen of The Galaxy, than of Tel Aviv, since I'm not Jewish either. But I was not born off-planet; I've never been to Mars; I do not work for or represent or answer to any Official Galactic institution or exopolitical governing body; and, I'm just this guy, you know? And, so do av few *select* individuals that exist beyond the heliopause. No shame in it — I have been around.

#3) I have not withheld any information as in regards to my lack of an STD infection. In the last four years, I was given two standard panels, and no infection was detected in either series. I have also been anything but promiscuous; three (3) sexual partners over the span of the last decade (~9 years) may well be t∞-too many for some, but in no case have I been whipping it out and waving it around indiscriminately. I also continue to maintain no development of any symptoms, haven't had any sexual contact in more months than I care to consciously consider, and would gleefully and cheerfully, make a visit to a health clinic for a third STD panel of tests with any proposed sexual partner, a perfectly lovely and unfathomably romantic first date activity.

#4) None of this information has been withheld by myself, but has instead been suppressed, by parties unknown to me for reasons unclear to myself at this time; and as there has been a simultaneous quasi-public defamatory disinformation campaign operated, claiming that I was a HIV/HIV+ carrier and had been knowingly having unprotected sex with multiple partners, I can only surmise that either someone wished to cover their traces by falsely implicating me in such crimes (or could ever be a person who would do such thing; I would assure anyone concerned, I WOULD NEVER be so careless if such assurances could ever mean anything), or those who would seek to hurt my feelings, or ruin my birthday, sought to inflict harm and strife upon my social life... as has in fact happened before, in the late 80s while a teenager in high school. (I have the kind of opposing forces in hostile alignment to my personal interests that would not hesitate to use such tactics to damage a target, and I may or may not have ex-lovers who really are that level of possessive and jelly. Hell truly hath no fury like that of my sweeties. (HI GF ILU!!)

#5) I have never had conclusive information or evidence as to the HIV diagnosis or “pozzed” status of any other person, EVER. I have never kept any such secret confidence, obtained from any other person via conversation, nor observation; and I do not believe that I would ever do so under any circumstances whatsoever. I am not a medical doctor, and I am not a Catholic priest. I am not an attorney, nor a member of the B.A.R. And in each every instance that such topics are raised, i.e., “You rotten bastard. Did you give my wife AIDS???” the answer given has been unequivocally in the negative.

#6) Having said that, I after having been accused unexpectedly via telephone contact by at least two (2) individuals, that I hadn't considered myself to be in any proximity of any boudoir to, and after discovering that my name was being ruthlessly dragged via dark web channels in conjunction with the phrases “HIV+” and “drug-fueled sexually obsessive pædophile,” for reasons unknown to me still to this day... I have taken a few minutes out of my life to engage in wild, unsubstantiated, SILENT speculation upon the matter, and I may have some idea as to how it became possible for my name to have been put forward as “Hypothetical Patient Zero And Also A Total A-Hole,” although I can't at all be definitive or conclusive (or even helpful) when it comes to the topic, at all. This is mostly likely why, in all of my numerous and varied, unfathomably exhaustive, and fully clandestine interviews with various branches of law enforcement, as well as the two (2) quasi-official LEO contacts... I have not been directly asked about the matter. Because of HIPPA laws; because of patient confidentiality; and because in cases such as these, it is best not to be the messenger of potentially catastrophic bad news, that might not even be true at all. And the revelation of there being such a question asked at all could jeopardize an ongoing investigation, as well as exacerbating or creating a problem unduly.

#7) Michael Vandeven cannot be excluded from the list of possible suspects of the person or person(s) who implanted dragon scion eggs in my tuchus, nor can he be definitely ruled out as being identified as The Inseminator; and as Gavelina turned out to be phenomenally gorgeous with adorable little cherub–·¡Sh cheeks... well, it wasn't Alpha Dr∆>K0 Frank Sinatra, that's for sure. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

#8) I believe the “right thing to do” was to quietly mind my own business and patiently await the release of more information from #Official sources before getting all uppity and/or business-like to respond to the very serious allegations that were made in the years that have followed The Incident(s), given that I am not a member of any investigative body, a victim that reported any crime related to those serious, series of events, nor do I think I need to “report” anything further, because obviously: PEOPLE>KNOW. (>Kudos.) On the one (1) occasion when I did feel that I had uncovered previously unknown information that may have been relevant and useful ... I called the phone number that had been left to me, and left a polite voicemail. I did not expect a follow-up because I have no need to be “in the loop” on most of this mind-numbingly vile pooch-screw psyop, and I have certainly seen no reason whatsoever to become any homebrew vigilante. I am not a detective, I am not Batman. I'm better than that: I am a paladin. My Mission from God has absolutely nothing to do with either my junk or anybody's kuni. I swear this fact to be true, on my very life. (I trust that the matter is being addressed by Important People, like yourselves here in this semi-public–·¡Sh TG group chat, since I guess that's how Team America handles its shizz these days; wew lad.)

#9) I strongly believe that I have been extraordinarily helpful in this and other related matters; in ways that I cannot incontrovertibly demonstrate, corroborate, or conclusively prove at this time — largely because I haven't seen my sweetie since she ran out the back door into the waiting arms of Sheriff’s deputies at the apex climatic moments of the box canyon ambush I walked into on Christmas Eve 2021. While personally disappointed, I know that I much prefer her alive and in the careful company of her Secret Clan Dough Squad of Clandestine Übermensch Schweinhund Spousal Designate Sub-Creatures, who can hardly be blamed for routinely wishing, on the daily, that I would simply shrivel up and go away after experiencing some kind of extra-painful death; since in addition to myself presenting as a walking, talking, too-too much talking loose end with virtually complete insulation from both civil and criminal liability and/or prosecution, I also make it hard for them to keep phoning it in when it comes to demonstrations of loving devotion, because in spite of me failure to supply either flowers, lingerie, or plausibly deniably fashionable footgear... I am undeniably awesomesauce. How could any butler of any size, ever even compete with the memory of... mE? I am a goddam hero. Imagine the pillow talk.

#10) Remember the (_____), Texas Father Patriarchial Figure-Head Leader. Note that while my response to your query is much more detailed than you or anyone might have had any reason to imagine would be either forthcoming or appropriate, I have nonetheless delivered the goods, and I am cheerfully able to sincerely apologize for my earlier exclamations of lippy back-talk, because, WTAF mangj, just who the fuck do you think you are??

#11) Hi. I admire your work and would have liked to subscribe to your newsletter, but as a poor orphan needle junkie born to dingbat fruitcake nutters (“Hi, Mom!”), I didn't think it was likely that I would be able to pass an entrance sniff test. Scusi, mille regretie.

#12) Yippi-ki-yay, MOTHERF— *click*

I am not supposed to be enjoying myself, so my asshole carpetbagging cousin, TIMOTHY MICHAEL GIFFORD, who is a high-ranking figure in the CLANDESTINE METHAMPHETAMINE DISTRIBUTOR NETWORK, has arranged for me to not have the ability to plug in my computer. As an obsequious lickspittle faggot who is extremely insecure, he is weirdly overcompensating for having to GO TO COURT AND BACK OUT OF BEING TRUSTEE, and then came back and is now EXERTING AUTHORITY OVER MY LIFE AND WITHHOLDING MY MONEY (THAT I EARNED) AND THREATENING ME WITH RAPE WHILE ROUTINELY USING RACIAL AND ETHNIC SLURS WHILE CONSPIRING WITH OTHERS TO DENY ME MY CIVIL RIGHTS, KEEP ME UNLAWFULLY IMPRISONED, AND PREVENT ME FROM COORDINATING LEGAL DEFENSE EFFORTS WITH ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW AND GABRIELLE ALLISON SHAW, WHO WERE HIRED/CONTRACTED BY THE GIFFORD FAMILY TO... I guess... “keep Kuczi under control.”

Which has obviously worked well. In any event, I can't use my computer, and my salty bitchy cousin thinks he's in charge and is acting like he's my goddam owner. Because he's an idiot racist drug bigot FUCKHEAD, and ROUTINELY WORKS WITH MILITARY CONTACTS TO ENGAGE IN PERFECTLY LEGAL METHAMPHETAMINE PRODUCTION AND DISTRIBUTION FOR THE U. S. MILITARY.


I WON'T DESCRIBE HOW IMPORTANT IT IS THAT THIS INFORMATION REMAIN HELD IN CONFIDENCE, SO, MAKE SURE TO CALL ME A Z–·GG<3FAGHOT SOME MORE. THAT'S SURE TO HELP, MASONBROSE.


I'LL GET TO WORK ON WRITING MY BOOK NOW, BALLED :Ë: HOOKER, LUCKY “MESFORD”.

P. S.:. I AM FUCKING HUNGRY, MORONS. SEND MONEY NOW.

[Jackstar]

It's not as bad as it may seem. It's worse.

PEOPLE FUCKING >KNOW. Now, I'm sure that seems like something that calls for yet another global amnesia spell.

Go ahead: make my date. Bellgab, I love you.


CAUGHT. *click*

[Jackstar]

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1984396071351828803?t=lK2TeSdLd3H3Y62-ak6rHA&s=19

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1984394392208359767?t=B69PGQLGDG4ZzQ1zCskgnw&s=19

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1984393831799013419?t=yYtW6TxwNa1_S2DGGWRbJw&s=19

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1984393513250013535?t=kQ2OvPkZm5tYqaXWKKAdDQ&s=19

Do I really need to eke out a minimum szubszisztence-level of living occupying a den infested with filth and SQUALOR???





This is what the fans want to see. This is where the money will be made.

[Worthauger]

https://youtube.com/live/AArLrqIHmRo?feature=share

[Jackstar]

I quit.

[Master Trollda]

[Jackstar]

I wish. Now I have to go get a lawyer to do something about the brain dead cheerleading snot nose brat that stabbed you in the chest, because I have to do everything around here. Not going to lie. Probably think she deserves a medal. You are a huge pain in the ass and no wonder you're immortal, I bet people stab you in the chest just for fun; especially compared to the pillow talk.


You are all going to collectively buy your illicit manufacturing facilities back at 3x the price and then you superfags can declare it a superfund, and be super happy tidying up your own private area of moisture. Or whatever you call it.

Since it's obviously YOUR FUCKING HOUSE IN THE FIRST PLACE and you all committed MAJOR FELONY FRAUD in the first place IDGAF what any of you do, I am not having any part of an arrangement with an actual misandystic twerpy-derp-centric, viscous claws-out thug gang of regulating misanthropic whining bī-b¡†Ch babyfuckhead mutant faglords.

There was certain to be zero chance of a successful case on me, so you in recorded and built something anywhere. IDGAF what it sounds like. Saddle it to a rhino, your lives mean nothing to me now.

They meant less before. (Standards.) No shame in it; but no one is really all together all that surprised. (Did you think I was building a MethSchool™? Probably I bet you did, because you're not really all that bright.

Three fucking years go by and I don't beg you for your shit. So I guess you thought I was afraid of it, but no it's because I didn't give a shit about your shit, and suddenly you need help losing weight with your shit.

Bitch nigger you just lost 250 lb or so. Do you know that God loves you and has a plan for your life? Well, now you do:

Eat your own shit and die. That's your fucking plan. Cork it, bitchlizard. I do not concern myself with the concerns of thieves.

Especially since she's not even real, she's a fucking DEA plant and you were hallucinated to believe that she was your darling and devoted little sister who just happened to have a rap sheet 20 miles long for picky up and running off with everything that's not laid down. It's a fucking script, DEA uses them all the time. You was fucking 3 years after I met that I finally saw a picture of this woman and then she ends up getting in a car accident and airlifted to a fucking hospital where she walks off the helicopter pad unharmed, and then apparently has to go to jail for 4 years and it's supposedly this is something to do with me. So they decided to take pictures of me holding an object that's perfectly legal for me to hold and then expect me to fucking go to jail for her.


This is literally how fucking stupid you were. Four fucking years later than you think. I fucking owe you anything? I don't give a shit who the fuck you are. I'll throw the goddamn book at you myself, And you're fucking children can grow up in a goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn daycare 24/7 for a life fucking care. They'll probably be better off you lying whore.

Your loyalty is shit and you're a cat burglary for your fagot father who fucks you. Anally. (Facts.) Because God knows you don't need another kid. (Just another benefit check.) Fucking years go by and you act like I did something wrong, you stupid fucking moron bitch. I hadn't done anything wrong at all —

THIS IS YOUR FUCKING OLD MANUFACTURING AND DISTRIBUTION FACILITY YOU FUCKING TWERP. HANDLE YOUR OWN FUCKING MESS. MAKE IT A FUCKING SUPERFUN SITE. I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE SOLITARY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK YOU OWE.

IT'LL BE A COLD DAY AND FUCKING HELL BEFORE I FUCKING CARRY YOUR BITCH WATER. RUN DOWN TO BREMERTON THAT SUCKS SOME SOLDIER DICK TO GET OUT OF IT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.

YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO DEMONSTRATE ANY VALUE TO ME. BLOW. Take your shitbag kid with you because there's going to be a several investigations. It's where the fuck he stole and you think anybody's going to fucking want to cover you're fucking wrong.


Next time steal from the actual Pope, and then roll around a Sinead O'Connor's grave for all I give a fuck. You two are the dumbest hood rats that have ever lived, now go back to sucking DEA cop dick — you have the demeanor. Choke on it for all I give a fuck.

Kleptocunt, you are so fucking fired. Just how fucking narc are you? Fucking huge narc. You go back to fucking your for all I care. You could probably share the bullet.

Or my bitch of a cousin who paid you in the first place, why don't you go hook up with him? I'll give a fell out. That's right cuz he's gay is a fucking mayday parade. Opportunities have been lost here.

Good. Go fucking pound them, you nitwit faghag thief. You had no reasons to do what you did other than you are greedy, selfish, self-centered asshole and you thought it'd be a good idea to piss me off. I guess it was.

My morning looks pretty simple to me. Fuck you. (Your lying urchin bratlings are included; criminal treason really isn't all that cute, It's not like you're fucking starving to death, AND YOU FUCKING SWINDLED EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING COULD WHILE GIGGLING.) Maybe you weren't aware that I wasn't aware of just how fucking myopic of a criminal you fucking are.

You're fucking dead to me. Go build a case on your next fucking husband you're going to kill, like do I look like I need your cunt tongue horseshit? If you even wondered.

You tried to steal my credentials so you could be a low-level drug mule and get away with it. Scot-free and you end up getting a fucking car crash, fucking figure it out. People fucking know me people fucking know you and you're a fucking losing fucking thief. I have way better ways to spend my time and money, and so does the woman that you pretended to be your sister, but she's not.

You fucking classmates. You both went to school with me. I won't remember your names because I don't feel like telling you that fucking stupid but here's a hint you're a bunch of dumb fucking government whores who work for the DEA and I guess you thought you're doing something smart, and I guess you were if you wanted to fucking wake my ass up because it'll be a cold day and motherfucking hell before I give a shit about any of you.

I think I said this before: eat shit and die. I'd rather die of a heroin overdose than put up with your fucking false sympathy, and I don't do either.

Meanwhile, you hooked your fake sister on smack and turned her into to a snack whore for your DEA cunt friend, Who literally pretended to be me and got people to fucking go along with it by threatening them with fucking violence and fucking incarceration, you people are fucking disgusting. No wonder no one ever gives you any real meth. Kick rocks, douchebags. SCRAM the reactor and beat the bricks, obviously you didn't like it here anyway, you're a real class act. And your IRS audit is waiting for you. (The only drugs I've sold in the last 35 fucking years was a quarter to Courtney and Morocco. Who I knew was a fucking cop and I just wanted to see what she would do and the look of satisfaction and Keen interest in taking me to the fucking cleaners was pretty apparent on her shark-like face. You guys really believe all the fucking bullshit you sell to people don't you? You could be many more fucking made if you were lit up with a fucking laser pointer at fucking High noon that goddamn Ecuador equator time. You're fucking oinking fucking piggy fucking cops. Fuck off with your entrapment and I'm not surprised people beat you up because you're fucking losers. Have fun with your paycheck, buy yourself something nice before somebody fucking buries you in soft peat. Like exactly? How was I your friend? Do I look that stupid? You treat me like garbage and you act like you are owed a living? I bet that works a lot on people who give a shit about your sex and your drugs and your fucking stupid elitist IslandCunt™ attitude, I don't; fuck you. (Thanks for telling me shit that everybody on the fucking planet knew except me while I wandered around. Wondering what the fuck was going on for fucking years, I bet that was pretty fucking fun, well now that I know, not real impressed because obviously you didn't mean to be. Additionally, you clearly didn't cherish. What a relationship you have with my family or my father, since he never spoke of you and I would have been embarrassed too. Reminder: You lied to people and suck their dick while selling them. Drugs to hold them in place. So you're thuggy piggy Masters can put them in a fucking cage, while acting like you're too legit to quit. I'm sure you don't think of your hood rat life that way, but that's what you fucking do. And pretend you don't. And imagine that I'm guilty of something, when you and your fucking whore of a sister fucking told me to fucking do all this shit in the first place after 3 years of me. Wondering why the fuck you're running around highs balls. With that inviting me, I can see why you're a busy busting everybody on the fucking world, just fucking cork at your fucking morons. How the fuck you've lived this long without getting thrown into the fucking slammer forever is a fucking mystery for the ages but it's probably because you could suck dick and people think that you're fucking cute and dumb, well I don't
 I don't give a shit. How fucking cute and fucking smart you are. I have no reason to burn a bridge for you and you're a pair of fucking assholes along with the rest of your fucking gang. Who apparently didn't think I was interesting enough to talk to you because they were busy reading wherever that I wrote or where the fuck it was. What a bunch of fucking massive cope. Am I fucking stuttering? I didn't turn any of you in. I just didn't fucking fall for your fucking scam and I think the police are pretty tired in Washington State of people accuse me of crimes that I didn't fucking do and then having to fucking pic of the paces of me. Wondering why the fuck I'm going to surrounded by a bunch of fucking lying thieving fucking engine bitches.

It's your stupid cunting Austrian who's telling you to fucking hold me responsible for your fucking genociding rage quit. I had no idea you're this fucking stupid and I'm glad I learned things the easy way because now I know what fucking stupid genocide homicidal thieving fucking whores look like, like do you have any idea what you've lost here? For one thing? Credibility. For another, I don't give a fuck what you do next. Should I choose, blow glass, breathe poison, fuck off. And how the fuck you thought you were in charge of goddamn anything is a fucking mystery for the ages, did you enjoy stealing trucks and driving them around, yeah I bet you fucking did. How is it that I owed you anything? Maybe I wouldn't have walked into a fucking ambush where your sister had a fucking meltdown. If you fucking told me that you had anything to fucking worry about on any fucking level at all. And if you thought I fucking knew you're fucking stupid to fucking make the assumption cuz I just thought you were all quirky, and to realize that you're literally the biggest and the dumbest gangs that is everybody existing in the fucking Pacific Northwest is amazing to me because I'm pretty sure your days are fucking done, fucking morons. Way to keep a low profile. Why the fuck do you think you owed a house? Why don't you try fucking building one, Wigwhammer War Whore? Would that risk revealing ways and means if I saw how you fucking turned a screw instead of shaking at it? I don't fucking know what the fuck a fucking problem was but I don't prickly care getting played by a pair of fucking dingbat fucking airheads that they're big fucking tough guy brother who's going to fucking round up the fucking biker gangs me a lesson if I fucking don't toe the line, here's your fucking line to toe fucking go. Sell your fucking drugs to a bunch of fucking morons who buy your fucking bullshit you fucking losers. Holy fucking shit. Did you fucking buy the hype and fall out of the hype tree and hit every fucking hype needle on the way fucking down, you're the fucking junkie and I couldn't give a shit about what it does or where it comes from or how to make it because obviously you've got that covered.

Ps Dennis Mickey at 1416 Whitehouse avenue who's the supposed father of your friend who you pretended you didn't know is the fucking needle junkie and he set up the whole fucking thing for 20-30 fucking years in advance so he can fucking take advantage of you and get away with it and make off with billions of fucking dollars but I guess it didn't fucking happen cuz he pissed me off too, how about you all? Just fucking camp out in a goddam kitchen sink garburetor? Your attitude has the demeanor as well as the garbage. (YOU SPEND NEARLY 4 YEARS RUNNING AROUND TRYING TO DO WHAT WHILE I'M SITTING AT HOME ALONE WONDERING WHAT'S HAPPENING AND YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING TOLD ME AND INSTEAD YOU JUST FUCKING LET ME TO SIT THERE TO FUCKING WONDER WHILE YOU RAN YOUR FUCKING GAME PRETENDING YOU HAD ANY KIND OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY AT ALL, I HOPE YOU LITERALLY GET CANCER IN YOUR FUCKING ASS FROM FUCKING TITS, YOU MALIGNANT BITCH WHORE WOMAN. Like what the fuck did you think I was doing? Waiting for you to fucking come back and turn me on? No I didn't think you'd come back cuz you were never fucking here and then I didn't really expect you had a big fucking secret. But by all means if you want to let me know that you thought you were being fucking Wonder woman busting fucking El Chapo then gee. I guess you got the wrong house again. The only fucking drug kingpin around here is you and your faggot family. Holy fucking shit. Are you fucking retarded? Or do you just act that way for tips? IDGAF, whatever fucking bullshit reason you gave yourself to convince anyone that anything like this had to happen to me. I hope you fucking choke on it and die turning purple. You could even keep yourselves free from getting raped by Bellgab, which is probably the most obvious danger in the world and then expecting me to believe that you didn't know about the place and I was supposed to.... Worry? Meanwhile what about the will? Additionally who the fuck do you fucking think you are, you boring bitch weasel? Holy fucking shit. Nobody know. No wonder nobody can get anything going with you around. You're a fucking killjoy from beyond the grave, seriously reservation. Go find one. Don't come back. It's your home. It's where you belong. Maybe they'll build a fence. Maybe you'll choke on a goddamn wishbone. I don't give a fuck. Fuck you.

The notion that you actually thought I was going to fall for any of this bullshit must have been an exciting topic of discussion for the last four fucking years, and you never had a fucking chance. This is why there are Native American reservations:

AIRHEAD DINGBAT DIPSHIT CHEERLEADING WHORES LIKE YOU BELONG THERE: now shag your slag ass back out there and start picking weeds or whatever the fuck. If I see you on this land again, I'll have you fucking hung. Invented; from a cross; two-broken legs; the whole goddamn 9 yards. Hopefully my stupid bitch of a cousin is going to be with you when you're caught so you could be fucking hung with him too cuz you're both pair of the stupidest fucking more on the fucking hurt of my fucking life. You think I need a job? bitch you need a fucking life. One not acquired by shoplifting. And since my asshole cousin is a huge fucking gambly addict, it's exactly zero surprise that both of you know each other well enough to be this fucking stupid and this fucking caught and this fucking annoying that I'm going to go out of my way to fucking make your fucking lives a living miserable fucking hell with as many fucking lawyers I can find you stupid fucking asshole fat fat drooling mouth breathing fucks. Hey, here's an idea: hire me to shit down your throat and fart.

Bitch, her name was Jew-El. You and your fake father and the fake son that you spawned with your incestuous bullshit cocksucker faggot company father can stay the fuck away from me forever. I've had my fucking fill of you fucking lying fucking idiot fucking blowhard assholes.

Do you get it?? You find it hard to survive because you're not good people. Fuck off.

[Jackstar]

IDGAF what it sounds like. Saddle it to a rhino, your lives mean nothing to me now.

I would also strongly suggest that you pack up all your bullshit and get your fat lesbeaux asses out of the house in Shine-gri-la as soon as it's conveniently feasible (I'm sure it was a nice housewarming. I would imagine this is where you gave everyone AIDS. I don't really give a fuck. I wasn't invited. I hope you drown to death in fetid mud, you ignorant cunting bitches), because I don't give a fuck about where the fuck you think you fucking got it from. I want you fucking homeless and sucking dick on city pavement by 17:00 next Tuesday, and while that won't happen, certainly a man can dream.

Beulah: bitch you better have one goddam thunderhouse of a lawyer hitched to your bedposts by now because You and they and them are all going to be fucking famous, since I have nothing better to do than to make a big fucking mess out of your stupid fucking mess that you fucking made for me. Has it ever occurred to you that You were fucking wrong, and you were working for some skis ball rapist who wanted you to make things easier for them to rip me off so they conned you into being a stupid fucking treasonous whore for people who came to be asking for help? Probably not since I imagined it's all just a shell game at that level.

I don't give a fuck. I already knew it was bullshit, I didn't mean you had to fucking mock me and fucking lie to me and fucking run game on me and then fucking work with your fucking stupid fucking robo fucking brainwash whores and fucking think you're going to fucking get away with things, bitch you're going to be fucking hanging from a goddam plaster wall by your fucking ankles for all I give a shit. You and your stupid bitch attitude disgust me.

AND YOU ADVERTISE IS AN ADVOCATE. Twatface, you're a fucking asshole avocado. Reap a whirlwind, And stop making minutes at Patsy's to cover for your genders. Attempt to blame everything on someone else, like I'd ask you how you could be that fucking stupid. But I know you're a woman who gave up on God and started worshiping Satan cock. So how smart could you fucking be? Apparently not smart enough to know that I was paying attention.

Like you, I don't give a shit. What happens to you, and I imagine that'll be a big surprise for all the people who thought that they were getting help from you. Certainly there is no such thing as bad publicity.

Wow I wonder what your cellular metadata says about how many people that I went to high school with you still talk to on a regular basis on your stupid fucking cell phone and your Instagram client and all the other shit you got going on, might do any idea how fucking obvious you fucking moron broads are? So obvious that I didn't even care, it's not like I thought it was my business until today as I discovered how fucking stupid you all were. And are. THE LIABILITY YOU WERE EXPOSED TO IS SO SIGNIFICANT I DON'T EVEN GIVE A SHIT HOW BIG IT IS, CUZ I ALREADY KNOW THAT IT'S MORE THAN YOU'RE EVER GOING TO MAKE IN YOUR FUCKING STUPID FUCKING SECRETARIAL LIFESTYLE LIFETIME. WILL I EVEN CARE? WILL I EVEN LIVE THAT LONG? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. YOU'RE JUST GOING TO GET LAWYERS CRAWLING UP YOUR ASS FOR THE NEXT FUCKING 12 FUCKING YEARS YOU STUPID BIMBO IDIOT BROAD. WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU LEARN YOUR TRADE? OH THAT'S RIGHT FROM SATAN. Well, I guess you had your fill of having too much fucking free time in your days. I don't give a shit with lighting. A fire under your ass is going to do for anybody but certainly it's something that I can do on the way to lighting a fire under the asses of all the other stupid bitches that you fucking knew and fucking live with and do all their fucking shit you do with you're all part of a fucking hive mind a fucking idiot fucking lying stupid fucking whores and it's been almost 4 years and you fucking do what? Complain that I'm doing too much of what all of you fucking do? That's interesting that you would fall for such a trap, that's pretty cool trap that I set for you, although I didn't really know just how fucking glorious would be or how fucking stupid all of you would look. YOU'VE BEEN SLINGING DOPE AND BEING FUCKING THE BIGGEST HOOD RATS IN THE FUCKING PACIFIC NORTHWEST FOR FUCKING 35 FUCKING YEARS AND THEN SUDDENLY YOU'RE GOING TO CLAIM THAT I'M SOME KIND OF A PSYCHO WHO POURS SMACK ON HIS PANCAKES AND NEEDS INTERVENTION? YOU ARE REALLY FUCKING STUPID, AS I CAN ASSURE YOU PEOPLE HAVE HEARD OF ALL OF US IN THIS FUCKING STATE, AND UNTIL YOUR DING BACK CLIENTS DECIDED TO FUCKING RUN THEIR FUCKING MOUTH THEIR FUCKING LIES I NEVER WENT ANYWHERE NEAR ANY OF YOU OR GAVE A SHIT, NOW HAVE YOU LOST ENOUGH WEIGHT?

CERTAINLY YOU'VE LOST GRAVITAS. Also the police officer that you were trying to protect and not mention was involved is currently living with the guy who's been raping her for 30 years and who has full control of her life and her money and she can do nothing about it and can't even use the phone, that's what you did. You dumb fucking whore, she probably deserves it. Just letting you know. I don't give a fuck what the fuck happens. Just like you didn't give a fuck either. Ps. You'd look cuter with a cock in your mouth, be sure to tell shoplift beauty queen that you're looking for one that can be picked up easily on the cheap. I'm sure she'll understand the subtext.

Thanks for the follow-up after giving services to me, and in case you didn't know this THE DIPSHIT PSYCHOLOGIST THAT TOOK THINGS OVER FROM THAT POINT CORROBORATED SOMEBODY'S MORON IDEA OF CLAIMING THAT SOMEBODY ELSE WAS NAMED WITH MY NAME AND THEY WERE MARRIED AND THAT I DIDN'T EXIST AND THAT I WAS SOME SORT OF A THREAT, THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING TRIED THAT AND FUCKING MADE PHONE CALLS AND TRIED TO DO AN INTERVIEW WITH ME ON THE FUCKING PHONE, WOW THAT WAS FUCKING FUN I DIDN'T THINK I NEED TO FUCKING TELL THAT STORY BUT WHY NOT BECAUSE YOU'RE TOTALLY FUCKING LIABLE YOU STUPID IDIOT FUCKING MORON WHOREMONGERING BITCH. NOW JUST HOW MANY DRUGS DO YOU FUCKING THINK I FUCKING ABUSED OR FUCKING DESERVES THIS FUCKING TREATMENT FROM YOUR AND YOUR FUCKING ILK? SINCE I DIDN'T I DON'T THEY STOLE MY IDENTITY SO THEY COULD LAUNDER DRUG MONEY THROUGH MY FUCKING MOTHER'S TRUST AND BUY ANOTHER HOUSE IN A FUCKING GAS STATION WHICH ACTUALLY IS ALL REALLY COOL OTHER THAN THE WAY ALL OF YOU STUPID LESBIAN WHOREMONGERING BITCHES WANTED TO FUCKING KILL ME AND TAKE ALL MY SHIT AND LAUGH ABOUT IT, WELL FUCK YOU YOU DUMB CUNTING BITCH NAMED BEULAH. I HOPE YOU PISS RIVERS OF BLOOD AND SHIT IRON TACKS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE YOU FUCKING IDIOT. Also: The dude you were unable to take my place and exploit various children bred some 15-year-old girl that was driven by some 300-year-old genius, and I don't know exactly how or where that happened. But I'll have you know that I don't give a fuck at all since neither did you and whatever did happened. It wasn't important enough to either tell me or to let me know about other than through weird kind of fucking rumors, maybe you didn't hear about all this, but this is the kind of shit that I hold you responsible for whether a lawyer does or not, you are a fucking evil, stupid bitch who decided to laugh at me and blow me off so you could do whatever. I was four fucking years ago and it's still going on. Did that work out well for you? How's your fucking friend? How's your other fucking friend? And how's their fucking house that they fucking stole? How's the fucking investigation going? Is it going to help when I fucking light up all your fucking names like a goddamn billboard? Why wouldn't I? Don't you have the demeanor? Just go back to bed scissor Queen. I don't give a fuck what the fuck happens to you unless it's painful, in which case. I hope it happens more often than one might expect anything happens to you. Pretty sure I'm making myself clear here: You and your dingbat lesbian shoplifting whore have pissed me off, and the same guy who was raping them before is still raping her and her child and her other child, as far as I heard anyway. I'm not really hip to the latest trends, but neither are you, and if you were, you certainly wouldn't care since you'd probably be thinking about things in a days while dreaming about your Lord. Satan. I guess he needs an advocate too. Now did you want to put me in fucking jail like everybody else cuz I've been subjected to like eight or nine fucking murder attempts. You stupid fucking cheerleading stewardess bitch? Did that sound like a good idea to you? Cuz it wasn't really a lot of fun and it was kind of like the opposite of what I expected and YES YOU REALLY DID FUCK UP THIS BAD AND YES I'VE REALLY BEEN IGNORED FOR THIS MANY FUCKING YEARS AND WOW I GUESS I'VE FUCKING FED UP WITH IT STUPID FUCKING MORON, HEY DOVE HOUSE WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING ADDRESS THAT'S OKAY THEY CAN GOOGLE IT. BITCH.

I feel better already. Die in a chemical fire you quacked-up smack whoremongering snatch-whack, Like holy fuck was all this entirely unnecessary, unless you're a slave to the orders of a fucking military officer with a rape fetish and no desire at all to hold back anything, that's what you've done and far beard for me to fucking tell you anything different, I guess you made the right call. (Whenever I think about you, I envision you staked to an ant hill and covered in honey and screaming for your life, you arrogant, bratty child bride for pervert sleaze. I bet the primary perp has you on payroll just to make sure that he's around and picks up the phone when it turns out that you get beaten and raped to death in a sudden unplanned break-in, which I frankly can't imagine, hasn't happened yet. Fuck it's been 4 years what the fuck have you done besides corroborate the fucking major felony fraud as some asshole who use my name to pretend to be married to somebody for fucking four fucking years while threatening people with reprisals for fucking not going along with it? I guess that happens all the time, and I suppose most people are too concerned about their own personal safety to mention it very often but I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck about anything at all. Less of all my personal safety or your fucking career. You fucking dipshit bubble gum moron.  Ugh, just ugh. Apparently the notion that I might have an opinion that differs from all of yours didn't occur to you when you're busy trying to kill me and taking my money and forgetting all about it, he dipshit I'm a civilian, I have citizens rights and I have a memory and people fucking know me. I'm fucking famous you dingbat whore! WHO'S READY TO DRINK FROM THE FIRE HOSE??? It's really not my area. Cut or loose a budget and fucking letter franchise, A fine piece of work like this to serves to be seen by everybody. YOU'RE LITERALLY ACCOMPLISHED TO INTERSTATE SEX TRAFFICKING, WHO THE FUCK IS SMILING NOW? Most likely the person you said that I would be brainwashed by, and you even looked pleased at the notion. You stupid bitch. This man has since threatened me with a firearm arranged to have me thrown in a psych ward for no reason at all and doesn't do anything at all. Besides, lie, cheat and steal and suffer because of whatever's happened hasn't worked out well and I guess nobody's real happy with me, well that's good. Now we can sue you and make a fucking date night out of it, Because someone who's clearly making a cry for help with their sudden influx of fucking kleptomania probably isn't going to get much help from me and probably isn't going to like reading all this and maybe doesn't realize the significance of how stupid your fucking actions were, and you can all about that at your therapy session. I don't give a fuck what you fucking do, as long as it's painful and you don't like it. As long as it's painful and you don't like it. My advice to you would be to start drinking heavily, and if you'd like to give me a reason I shouldn't be doing the same myself, I would be hard-pressed to imagine what it would be since it's very satisfying to know that I am far more beneficial in effect on my life by covering it in alcohol and lighting a match than I ever was by listening to anything you had to say, did you know that the playbook is pretty much designed so that someone like you is supposed to make me disgusted with the entire scenario and give up on the friend of mine that is supposed to be no longer somebody that I know of where I can talk to because the primary perpetrator is trying to fucking rape them into an abducted situation where we never see each other again? That's what you facilitated and not just lie. You're pretty close to it. Since you're also fucking stupid I can barely fucking see straight. Did you think that's what she was there for, cuz if she was she could have been a lot more helpful by mentioning that fact and then not stealing my house and letting her stupid whore of a sister rummage through my life, like these things all work together Beulah I don't think you understand how the world works.

Steamrollering your ass with the legal proceedings, is pretty much how it's going to be. Doesn't that sound like fun? Yeah, I don't think so either, but then neither does the last several years of my life while a bunch of fucking rape bread ganging me while auctioning items of my own on the dark web while some stupid bitch comes into the place while I'm sleeping and then disappears with them. I called 911 to report theft, I get put on the phone with Sergeant Robbingson. ROBBINGSON. Like do you imagine I'm that stupid? And do you imagine that that's an appropriate thing to do? It's pretty much prima facie evidence of a hate crime by itself, combined with the last 4 years of what the fuck has been going on here, I don't know. It's probably going to be something that won't need to be turned into a huge fucking mountain of bullshit, but I guess it could be and it really comes down to what you decided to do for me and her and yourself.

When you told me to get lost and leave her alone with you and your ilk. Remember you can always go after me, the civil courts for defaming your business and your career and your personal nature, but you'll have a pretty hard time fucking suing me and getting money since I'm totally flat busted by all the people robbing from me and trying to kill me as have been happening for the last several years, since you hit the big time. And I have nothing better to do with my remaining time at all... than remind people about what is important in Life.

BOILING YOUR STUPID BITCH ASS AIRHEAD CORPSE IN MOLTEN MOTOR OIL WHILE CLAPPING AND CHEERING. (Standards.) And while that will almost certainly not happen, I wouldn't mind if it did and I don't care if it doesn't And your stupid little girl bitch ass advice and attitudes have wasted my time, which is actionable.

I'm sure this was all worth it to you. Please revel in the exaltation that must follow when you realize that the last 4 years of my life have been much more irritating than they had to be since I had to remember everything you said many times when I would otherwise have thought of something pleasant. There was no question in my mind that whatever you were going to do was going to blow up spectacularly, you didn't seem to mind.

Yeah, you said you didn't care about who around me, why bother right? What could possibly develop the future that you couldn't have foreseen, you know everything. I surely don't need to mansplain things to you. Brainiac, I will have people for that. Hopefully they'll write their names on your face in bukkake spurt. That just seems appropriate for you. SINCE YOU'RE A STUPID CUM-GUZZLING WHORE. GOOD DAY.


tl;dr: hey; you can't park there. That's unlawful. You can't park there. Just saying. Move it. Adieu.