Its worked so far.
It's remarkable how low your standards for a work ethic are when it comes to you as opposed than to me. Your thuggish, larcenous ways are not work by any stretch of the definition.
You are a liar. -- You are a swindler. -- You are a cheat.
I am sure you feel entirely justified in whatever you are doing. Being a dopeslaved narc has that as a primary side-effect.
Not with AIDS you aren't.
Your obsession with diagnosing me with diseases I don't have is peculiar. Are you sure you're not projecting here?
Perhaps you should quit stalking playgrounds then, chickenhawk.
This is low, even for you.
Perhaps you should quit being an asshole then, and let someone in for once.
Who is being kept out? I'm not turning people away. They show up, I invite them in, I may or may not offer them a beer, or a quick wank, or some meth and a longer wank... no one comes by. No one ask. All this meth *sigh* and no hoes to go. This End Times Apocalypse sucks.
I don't concur with your opinion about my attitude, and even if I were "an asshole" I would prefer that to whatever you're frontin'. Recognize something here: you are a predator, and you and your boorish troop of puny lunch-money bullies are low class, low talent, and low intellect.
Get a real job. Or, if you must, pick on someone your own size. You frankly disgust me.
Addressing the ether as if humanity is beneath you doesn't make you some wise, all-knowing sage. You aren't clever. Your head is just overgrown with ego, sweaty, throbbing, veiny, and pregnant with maliciousness.
I'm not address "the ether," you moron, I'm addressing all of you here. You aren't
discreet. Your thieving simply needs to blame someone for it, it's too ridiculous. And apparently your hope is that anyone will believe that I did what you did, and vice versa.
You and Dave are retarded spook chump blowhards. You both steal and lie and your talents are wasted on this kind of shit. You aren't making me any more miserable than I would have been before I found out that the moron I was sleeping with was actually so dimwitted as to think lying to me was good idea, but that she would get away with whatever her stupid bitchthug plan was.
Note that it's not working out well and that is fine with me. You must be having lots of fun times together? I would rather be alone than be with someone who could ever fall for your bullshit, and I am sure it must be a great deal of fun to listen to her mewling and carrying on all night, when you both are getting exactly what you deserve: each other.
You have no power over me and your whining about how I made it difficult to be stolen from --and, it is, it's not just because you're stupid, it's because I planned ahead-- makes your seem like the world's sorest loser.
And... didn't you get everything you said you wanted? Ought not you be happy? Seems like you should be tickled pink... after all, I didn't call the police. You did. Over and over and over again.
This kind of shit takes a minimum of five years to work through. I knew that when I heard Bitchly-Lips's sister on the phone, spewing her narrative with the code key phrases that it was gonna be years before this bullshit was over. It is now, nearly two years in.
Now, let me guess. Any minute now, I'm gonna be real sorry I mouthed off to you, right? Dude, I'm already real sorry I put up with her cover story long enough to see where it went. It was worth it, but I didn't have to sell the methhead meme so hard... you were all clearly ready to buy into that.
It's amazing how well it works when it isn't abused. Do you know how hard it is to simply not be abusive?
You probably think it's impossible. Now, I logged in to tell you this, because I am tired for your shitbag attitude. It's crass. It's uncouth. It's pathetic. And I can only assume that you don't care for your own sake because you already know you're going to prison, or something. Or have some incurable disease that I supposedly am transmitting. A pretty good trick, since i"m not having sex and haven't had any ACTUAL lover for at least 4 years. Maybe longer. It depends on how one counts it.
The woman you cyberstalked and harassed on the daily after she came back from her "business trip" was a total basket case, and the one who left wasn't all that much better. You seem to not understand: I wasn't dating a thuggy pig stoolie douchebag who was planning on busting me (ME? lol) the whole time. That woman is long, long gone, and she is undoubtedly not coming back.
Whatever you're dealing with is a whole barrel of fun in her own way, I am sure. Now, what does this have to do with me? Oh, yeah, you're seeking to take everything that's mine so you can support your "family."
You are a sick and demented man. Why the fuck would I care about any of this? I guess you thought I was polishing her cop weapons while sucking down her cop dope because I was so desperate for cop twat.
No, you moron: that's all you. I wouldn't knowingly get involved with someone so stupid that she thought she could frame me (a crime) with fasified evidence (another crime) for things that aren't even illegal for me to do.
I find it a struggle to even believe that you expect to be taken seriously. You and Dave are a joke and while it is tempting to play our 19 minute phone call for a cheap laugh.. .I can do better and it might actually be a felony of some kind, since it's obvious that you and he adn they are looking to make yet another grandiose claim about my guilt and your martyred innocence.
Sure, whatever. You and and he are a pair of immense chumps and the people pushing you around from behind: I CAN ACTUALLY SEE THEM WITH THEIR HANDS UP YOUR ASSES. Pulling your levers. Making you talk. And I knew that you were capable of this kind of boorish depravity the whole time.
That's why I have a prepared defense against it. But what I can't believe is that you keep on pushing for a conclusion. That you continue to insult me, rather than recognize the truth: I am smarter than you both, I know more, and just as you have special skills to capitalize on, so do I.
Mine just happen to be granted by The Holy Divine G-d. So, they actually work. EVERYWHERE.
I won't pray for you because I'm tired...mostly that. But also because I don't care to be affiated with your downfall in anyway.
People know, all over the world, you totesleave twit. It's been how many years? I am still sitting around fucked off and alone and no one tries to do anything very hard around me... except believe that I am a good target to go after.
I'm not. You are all worthless and weak and I am glad I saw this all first-hand, as I would never have believed it otherwise: you bloody lot thought you were actually good at stealing.
Heh. You couldn't even steal my dick without your mewling coterie of flunkies all working together in concert to do... whatever it is you losers do. You all disgust me.
Humanity, by comparison, is mostly fine. I'm not shouting into the ether, I'm telling you, all of you here, that you are not even any good at crime. And, CRIME DOESN'T PAY.
Get a life or something after you're done raping my 6 girlfriend in 3 years to death, or half-life, or undeath, or whatever it is you faggot clandos do with your little toys. I really can't be bothered to keep track and I don't really want to hear about the exploits of brave strong fight-the-power men like yourself.
Tell it to that whore you are pretending is your mother, douche-breath. #shalom
