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Bellgabians: A. Word. Sincerely, I'm here to ONLY help.

I am not Groyper. I am not part of that whole scene. I am here for one reason, and one reason only: TO DESTROY THE ILLUSION OF SEPARATION. Now, what do any of you think that means?

Well, most likely... you don't think about it at all. You're all acting from your Reactive Self. I, on the other hand, am riding a pure wave of conscious, Vortex-led energy. We are not the same.

None of you give a shit about what I'm writing... for one thing, writing happens with A PEN. This is a smartphone swipey keyboard simulacrum. Totally different, really.

For another: HOOLIGANS OPERATING UNDER FALSE COLOUR OF LAW HAVE INVADED MY RESIDENCE AND RANSACKED IT NO LESS THAN FIVE (5) TIMES. That's pretty more often than most people get ransacked.

Think about why this has happened. Is it because I'm a drug-addled idiot? Aw Hell no. It's happening because I'm summoning that energy, using myself as bait, and the trap, well... look, it is like this:

Complicated. Special Complications. Special Consequences.

..AND.I.AM.UNDER.SIEGE.. (Have you read SIEGE? I haven't. Seemed like it would make it all far too easy... for me. As it is... after three years? Yeah, yeah: ready to “move on.” Do any of you really know what that is going to entail, at this juncture?

Okay, well, number one: It would make Grapefruit openly weep. I am reluctant to be a willful participant in that energy. Look, it's not that I'm a soft touch.

It's that, if I'm going to be blamed? I wanna at least SEE the tears. Also, I wanna lay eyes on what this Sperglord Masculine Maximus actually looks like. Because I legit have no idea.

Neither does she. The reason why, is HYPNOTIC DRUGS AND MIL.SPEC HONEYPOT ASSASSINATION METAPROGRAMMING TECHNIQUES. (This is my area.) May I remind you all? .I.AM.AN.OCCULT.RESEARCHER..

Things don't get much more occult than this. Who is she? Where is she? Who thinks that they are in charge? How big is his dick? Is it even a male? Is it that bitch from Mr. Mattuecci⁷s class who once played my voice on a hand-held tape recorder, wishing to embarrass me, and claimed that it was “an accident.” ummm, no. I'm 14, and I'm hypoxic. I'm not actually retard, you vain, insipid, asinine grooming sidhe-b¡tÇh. (“Woof.”) I remember her first name: Jen. I remember what she looked like.

I have no idea what she looks like now. Because... she's irrelevant. She was scary and confusing in high-school. She is not either now.

She is an insecure and witchy-washy bitchqueen white woman, and she only cares about one thing: my penis, and her envy of it. Because, here we are... how many decades later? And you're still carrying a grudge from goddam highschool that is manifesting as...

cockblocking a 51-year-old man so ineffectively that... well, I guess she really is a siren, huh? Or maybe... just maybe...

Psychokinetic shielding is real. Now, stay with me here: is there any twat that I'm allowed to plow... that won't make Grapefruit cry?

Do you even know which one that is? Because honestly, I mostly have no goddam idea these days. THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S BEEN THREE (3) YEARS SINCE I SAW THE WOMAN LAST. And she didn't know what the fuck was going on then. She *still* doesn't know. Because... I haven't told anyone.

It's private. Sacred. Personal. Between a man and a woman... and, okay, I get it, secret cadre of footmen and husbands. Fair. That's fair. She and her sistren really are quite precious.

WHICH IS PRECISELY WHY DENYING COMMUNICATION EXCEPT THROUGH BIASED UNDERLINGS WAS A MONSTROUSLY HARE-BRAINED IDEA.

BECAUSE NOW... *licks lips lasciviously* it is goddam show time, Shaw-na-na-na-ling-lingz. Why do any of you think that is?

BECAUSE I DESIGNED ALL THIS IN EXACTLY THIS WAY... OVER 30 YEARS AGO. I used to be even more immature that I am now, you know. Hard to believe. And rather than “getting back together,” I'm focused on, again... one thing, and one thing only: GETTING ANSWERS.

Well, once my cameltoe⁷s nose was under the tent: it's only been a matter of time. I could have extricated myself from this ridiculous sludgefest AGES ago. I have not. Why do you think that is?

Whatever you think: you are wrong. Only I know. No one has asked. I haven't told. Because I'm saving my Truest Self and its Secret Truths
.. for someone x-tra X-TRA special. And, mysteriously... ? Well, all my phones but one have been confiscated from me.

I have not complained... as this is SoP. That means “Standard Operating Procedure.” And this particular procedure, with this particular paladin... pretty sure I'm not being real clear on this, because it's none of anyone's goddam business besides Myself &AND The_Grapefleet.

I am Their Collective⁷s FAIL-SAFE MK. I'm not “ultra-safe.” Far from it. Unless you want to be sure that I want get high and fuck.

Friends: I absolutely double-dog damfuck Grand Rifle *tee-hee!* it. I would bet the farm. And: I have.

And, I've already won. You simply think that means “sex with forbidden target.” lol. Listen; we've already had sex. I would like to again. But, what would The Ladies⁷ Arch-Coven like? What would they prefer?

The answer is immensely simple: shoes. That's what they would prefer. Also: that I rescue them. Because these 49-odd shrieking flocks multiverse-skipping Übershrewzensie Vexins & Virginal Twat-Bearers are incredibly ill-equipped to deal with the reality of... mE! (Vengeance for Heidi S./R.) How shall I explain? Because it's none of your fucking business, Sewer Gab. Although... maybe... just maybe... dunno. Do any of you have a sense of accountability that can bitmap?

Well, if you do, you should track down the karmic who nicked my truck, because he sure thinks he is cool. That's because he's a soulless tulpa that Jesus created for my exclusive use.

Jesus and I are close friends. NGL. Most of you have no idea what that can even be like. In my case, it's even more special. Because Jesus has been basically my only friend... since 1988. Why? Well... my dad REALLY pissed off LOTS of people. And of course, no one blamed the Stalinists who killed his father and his cat; abducted and enslaved into sexual bondage his sister, who by all accounts I ever heard, WAS_ACTUAL_OG_GRAPEFRUIT, raped his mother, and forced him into conscription as a child soldier. He was 14.

So the fact that he had any personality AT ALL was a sheer miracle. That it was the personality of a categories vainglorious debaucherer with an exaggerated sense of self-importance should be assumed implicitly when I say: “he was an athlete,” and, “he was a Pisces.”

Of course he fucking drank. Duh. And of course he felt guilty about... things. Because he got kicked in his back — “oops, sorry” — as part of a coordinated clandestine strike to take my father out of the position he was in, which, I guess, was being a drunk athlete.

Ugh. Just ugh. The difference between an athlete and a rock star is this: at least a rock star can do something useful at home, whereas an athlete will really just sit around glued to ESPN and hoovering up any and all Vicodin.

Because his spine was fractured. PURPOSELY. Of course no one fucking told him. They were pissed at him! And again: no one has to tell me what about. Not my area. I wasn't even alive.

So, the man I grew up with as my father, couldn't walk, was really cranky, and was fed opioid medication and sent to work in steel mills as a lathe operator, and he was absolutely certain that if he was involved with cannabis? He'd lose his citizenship and get his ass sent back to his mother. And he'd feel like a failure.

He already felt that way. He died feeling that way. However, good news, everyone! THERE'S A LOT MORE GOING ON HERE THAN DECIDING WHO IS GOING TO RIDE MY COCK NEXT. You here at AzzGab.co.za know NOTHING of this.

What happened? Once ”your number one source of Jackstar news.” Now? “JACK IS EVIL DARI, THAT'S WHY WE'RE IV'ING MK-ULTRA PHARMACEUTICALS. ONLY THE STRONGEST POTIONS FOR US! JACKSTAR CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH. NOW, FELLATE ME, JERSEY CHAV. AHHHHHH." (Dialogue is simulated. No attempt to accurately reproduce private conversation between two consenting adults that had to RUN AWAY FROM THE AMERICAN HEMISPHERE is intended, nor should it be inferred that Jackstar abuser His Holy Powers of Divination Mastery to find what two old, decrepit, old — they're older than me, folks, they're really winding down — pitiful &AND pathetic washed-up Ol’ Ancient C-Hagz do with their time In²Afrikka. WHERE I'VE BEEN.

Teleporting ferry, remember? (You don't.) Does it still operate? Not my area. Do I want to go to Africa and rescue Dari Dee? Aww HELL no.

Those two twatty brat fuckwits deserve each other. Meanwhile: I deserve a new fridge. We are not the same. Remember: they are old and squared if and queer and can't handle drugs anymore.

Because: they lied. Meanwhile: I've overtly told the truth... because I wanted EXACTLY this outcome, when I was a whinging little 15-year-old brat. “Why is this bullshit happening? Why does everyone act like I'm a single marry-wanna cigarette away from full-blown priapism and uncontrollable urges to bend hotties over and then plunge?”

Well... I guess they had met my father... and I guess they thought that one Hungarian was a large enough statistical sample. Actually, there's quite a variance in My People and their Genomick Expression.

Some of us actually like to get paid. Personally, I can't fucking stand it. What am I supposed to buy? A functional family? Fat chance. So far... money has simply been something that and endless stream of dipshit bullying sex- & drug-addicted fucktards think I give a good goddam about.

Let me tell you: you get slow-walked into a box canyon ambush on the birthday of The Prince of Peace, it changes a person. I'm changed for sure. And I didn't want the hassle of money anyway.

I wanted ANSWERS. Well, now I can see why I wasn't getting any: is l was asking questions about things that were truly... none of my business.

ALSO: the person who had already poisoned the Olympia Peninsula against me has this amazing, killer body, a hypnotically curvy ass, and has told so many goddam lies about me that “the truth” has been totally buried as Highly Inconvenient.

So... I deduced and assumed that was all the case going in. WHY I went in at all is something I've explained, and none believed.

My dead friends’ spirit came back in time from the future via Facebook-platformed apparition and used some form of Jew Magick to entice me with an energetic geas. I know: you don't believe in woo-woo. IDGAF.

This broad has been working night and day to traffick me and snipe my baby batter since I was 14 years old. I'm fucking 51 now. She doesn't want to fuck me. Oh, shit no. She's a full-bore Groomed Totes Lezz.

She actually believes that males and their penii are evolutionary dead-ends. “I was born this way!!!” Dear, no. you've been groomed by blank ops sex pred flesh peddling fag gangs SINCE BEFORE YOU WERE EVEN BORN. Also: you lied your ass off to me, assumed I was a stupid rapenigger, and you literally only wanted me to give you seed for a bastard that you had been groomed to believe had to be “a rape baby.”

d00D. Chill out, ABBOPANTZ. You *still* don't have a rape baby... because I was fully conscious. I recall the experience. I was 49. And I was amazed.

Certainly, persistence is key. You know what else is? Key, that is? Lock and, I mean. CONSENT.

It was clearly something I was supposed to feel violated by, right? Because how many years later? Oh yeah, and you're a time traveler working the op with Zetas, huh? Cool. Yeah, my sperms would NEVER create a new life without my permission.

BECAUSE I'M THE GODDAM BOSS OF MY BODY. And I simply... prefer to be asked. You preferred that no one know that you were metaprogrammed by intergalactic space pirates to feel like a failure and an embarrassment... if I were involved. It had to be a violation, right? Because you needed the strongest sperms possible.

You only got one shot at it, right? Because you were in denial, and programed to be so, that you would simply just die of embarrassment if your Lodge Sistren thought you were... “not a team player.” Grooming gangs are viscious. Those compromised entirely of bitter, ancient, and delulu old Queenz even more so.

“No shame in it,” I blithely profess. What the fuck do I know? Big deal, I'm a mother. Parenting is entirely different. That's why... I don't.

And I didn't choose to be a mother. I was raped. (Unpleasant: except when it's μou, Frisky Biddaness.) Did I even know that could happen? Well, welcome to the post-CoV🆔 Genomic Apocalypse.

There are TEN physical human sexes. And there ALWAYS have been. This information was repressed by the former Ruling Elite on Planet Earth. The proletariat got man and woman, black and white, clay or crystal, master/slave.

There is so much more possible for the human body than that. I want to learn how to teleport. You want me to bring home fun tickets to spend on another man: either your child, or a woman dressed in drag. Hawt? Yes. Reasonable? No.

The implication that my value to society is dependent on “getting a good job” is specious and utterly farcical. Similarly: the notion that I'm trying to “get back together with my ex that I was on physically abusing” is 100%, entirely fabricated.

Because, number one, I didn't abuse her physically. I abused her entire tribal group as an ecumenical exercise. Discipline from God. Meted out.. by mE! This was God⁷s idea, entirely.

I swear, as God as my witness: I thought that hosesnatch was dead as disco. The notion that this gal was actually traveling back in time from the far-flung future to harvest my baby-batter (with myself none the wiser, remember; apparently a critical part of her delulu adult fantasy) and that not only was that real, but... she couldn't ever seem to just the recognize that... her basic assumptions were completely out of line with actual reality.

Because I don't like grooming, and I don't like mean spirited lesbian time travelers who deliberately crank the volume and press FIRE in a crowded there, or purposely break a punch bowl as part of a thinly disguised magical working; or imagine that I don't maintain telepathic contact truth my sperms.

I remember it vividly. The three fast-as-possible-pumps. The head turned to the East. The sneer of disgust. The Aquiline nose. The dawning realization... I can just tell my sperms to self-abort. Hungarian Naval Baby Batter from my bloodline is incredibly valuable. Because reasons.

So: I consented. It seemed fair. Because, like, this broad is exploiting time travel in order to get a mini-Jackstar. How can I blame someone with such immensely superior analytical judgement? Because my DNA really is all that.

And had I been asked, I would have done as she wanted. HOWEVER:

The Groom Gang wouldn't EVER agree. Because, here's the thing about lesbian life: it's a bullshit fantasy.

I didn't want to be bred. I wanted to fornicate. A LOT. Sin what? Oh,, right. Secret Fifth Reich bullshit. It's not in my nature to take such things seriously.

Because WWII was as much about Spanish Fly as it was about Mussolini. Like, why was Germany always such a kick-the-puppy kind of country?

Because German science is the best goddam science the world has ever known... unless you ask an Islamicist. Like, how did they build those swirly domed buildings? Lots of people wondered. Yeah: SECRET.

Similarly, lots of people wondered why he was such a compelling orator. Okay, number one: German science is the best, IMHO... but socially, obviously a bit awkward.

This is a culture that to no small extent, is fixated on the inclusion of scat in porn. Why? Well: that's Germany. Why is all their food covered in gravy? Again: That's Germany.

I fucking love Germany. I even know how to spell Deutschland. I liked it before. It's not a teenage fixation thing. I do not have regrets about not getting to fuck all my hot friends. Oh, no.

I HAVE REGRETS THAT I WAS NOT GIVEN ANSWERS FOR THIRTY YEARS. What was that supposed to do? Enflame my supposedly non-rapey passions? Quite the opposite.

Now then. For years, no one tells me anything. Because they have been told that I'm the kind of boy who kills housecats and didn't know she was being groomed. Yeah? No shit. It dawned on me pretty quick.

What I didn't knew was that there were at least three of them, maybe five and they were god-damned time travelera from an alternate parallel timeline. I think. (It's hard to pin these Klan Doe Hoors into one particular narrative on purpose. Like.. in not supposed to notice. I'm supposed to be numb gΩμ cattle. I'm supposed to be Rain Man. My 176 at age 3 is supposed to be a fluke or proof that IQ is a hoax. It and I are nine of these things.) WHATEVER THE STORY...

Never in a million years did I think that she was actually gonna tell people, “yeah he killed my cat because I wouldn't give him sex. He didn't even know I was, you know, born gay. You know.. like you, Sister-Mentilor.” Yeah, no kidding, you were born that way? By the way: Mom dropped the clues and then informed me years later via photos. Mailed you me.

“Yep: that's two different women, alright.” I kinda figured it was something like that. I also kinda figured that TIME TRAVELERS WOULD BE NEITHER STUPID NOR RAPEY. Probably: they weren't... until they came to The Hood.

That's where I grew to an approximation of manhood. A fallen world: Earth. A wretched hive of scum and villainy: Lake Forest Park. I honestly had convinced myself that I was just imagining things.

Nope. Whole town had carte blanche to ostracize and humiliate the crap out of me. Why? Ask Stalin. My father hated Stalin.

Stalin was so afraid of MAGYAR⚡POWER that he sent rape squads to ALL the peasantry of Hungary. It was not just my father. THE ENTIRE COUNTRY WAS ANNIHILATED. Stalin was a coward a pussy, and my father spent 3 years as a child soldier after seeing his family raped, his father murdered, and his pet kitten snatched from his shoulder, thrown to the ground, and crushed under a stormtrooper⁷s booted heel.

He was 14. I was in public school at that age. Oh, am I the v sworn enemy of child grooming gangs? You bet your sweet ass i am.

Once glimpse of a real Human man at an tender age can ruin YEARS if careful, expensive, total less way indoctrination. THESE WOMEN DO NOT TOLERATE MALE INTERFERENCE GLADLY.

“TOTAL LESBIAN ” that means: ZERO COCK. Sure, that seems utterly impractical. Yep. Remember: they're Human women. “Impractical is an assumed part of the entire proposition the out of the gate.

Honorable Matriarchiæ, forgive me, but a word of advice from one Mother to many: while Hell hath no fury, so also does Heaven offer any solace to a good man forced to fight a bad war. What am I gonna do when I get there? Fornicate with dead harpy slats? Aw hell no.

Heaven is right here, for me. Because I thought this gal was actually dead. The notion that something so silence-worthy that One (1) Hung Angry boymanvabyman saw you time travelling Hellspawn coming from leagues away didn't really cross your minds, huh?

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hurry up and rape me, you stupid nigger.”

Like remember this like it was yesterday. It was 25 years ago. How goddam high was she? High enough to think she was being “coy.” Like he was the most obvious set-up by a High School Groomin' n‘rapin’ gang EVER.

Her: high as holy fuck CM, wow.
mE: hypoxia from a smashed nose and of course M.D.s knew.

They simply wanted me to be unathletic. My father was actually a fantastic natural athlete. He could run barefoot through a forest and catch pheasant with his bare hands. So he did. Until Stalin unleashed his mini-regulators.

I'm sure my father would have loved to have struck back somehow. What the fuck did he know about how to do that? Zilch. He was an athlete. Now he's dead. Before he died, he told me that I was “worthless” and that I “disgusted” him. Yeah, well: don't get drunk and be verbally abusive to women and children, Pop. It wasn't cool when Stalin did it. It's not cool when anyone does it. And my father's father believed in God. Didn't seem to do him too much good, from my Piscean father⁷s point of view.

IDGAF. God is real. My father died alone, believing I hated him and that he was a terrible father. I don't know if you know how Pisceans are, Reader.

Goddam drama monkeys who are always drunk or high or on the make, or are trying to be. None of this made sense to me while I was a child.

When I learned more of my father's experience with forced military service at age 14 — he spoke to me literally only once about the worst details, and I can easily see why: PTSD, Budweiser, and oxycodone? Yeah, I'm sure he didn't think he should be telling his only son that. Aw hell no. Instead: get a good job, weed is bad, don't ruin my reputation, and go ask my cousin about how to get employed.

Because I was useless and worthless. All I did was, like... read every fucking book I could get my hands on from the age of five until I CONSTANTLY READ.

not books. Sadly. Too surveil-able. I instead: I read the condensed and slowed lower vibrations of various & sundry Elohim. Oh, does that sound like bullshit to the soccer/SOCK HER ball jockey? I give zero shits to this day what I look like to the proletariat, you bourgeoisie radio broadcasting industry KUNTZ.

I have been on war footing since I was 15. I couldn't believe what was happening... she's on drugs, she wants me to rape her —in a hurry, no less — and she's high as the skybox twat... but no dose offered for me.

Huh. Ayy yo hol up. How come I'm supposed to want to rape... an obviously different, older... sibling? Who seems, like... pretty confident that she was gonna evade the IMMEDIATE repercussions of her choices.

Made while high on The_Meth. Because everyone else was getting Adderall. But this woman had connections. Cool. None for me? Huh.

Why? Pork, kwha? It was years before I realized: the dude supplying us grooming us both... and doesn't give a shit about her desire for „the strongest possible baby that a vile, repugnant Hungarian Beast can provide... BECAUSE I'M NOT ATTRACTED AT ALL, NO. I REALLY JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO SAY, “I WAS RAPED BY A HUNGARIAN MONSTER BUT... ABORTION IS WRONG, SO, I *GULP* GUESS I'LL YOU KNOW... BECOME A MOTHER. AT 29. I MEAN, UH 16. AND I WAS A VIRGIN. AND I'M NOT A TIME TRAVELING FAGIN. ALSO: I'M A HUMAN WOMAN GOING THROUGH PUBERTY AND WOW, AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS GONNA TRY-HARD TO MAKE SURE NO ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH?

Yeah, well, scooch on over, Time Tramp. The truth is nothing like that at all. The truth is... no one really believed that I killed your cat.. So... who did? Was there even a death? Or did she go back to the future to get more polymorph potions? Hey, why do I have to be sober? Why does everyone think I'm a miniature sex maniac?

That last one is easy: that's what they were hoping I would be. But not like my father. (Remember: drunk, athlete, asshole. And THEN Stalin. AND STILL HE WAS CHARISMATIC. I loved my father... and he never really believed it. Until six months after he was dead. His spirit was super embarrassed. Because this dude told me that I was a fool to trust in God, I was an idiot to smoke weed, and I needed to be getting “a good job.” Yeah, sure. Okay, Boomer. Pfft.) And they had no idea that my feelings were very hurt.

And then, I was raped by more police. Oinkera? CIA! I DON'T really know..I do know... they were older, on drugs, and wanted her disgusted with me and me neutralized as a competitor for breeding stock.

LFP: City Of Angelic Douchebags. Kewl. Didn't kill me. Made me stronger. Cool. Everyone else gets drugs and I'm supposed to work in a cubicle... sober? Huh. That dog simply didn't hunt.

And this babyraper simply does not rape or labor. I'm sensitive. I'm hurt. I have feelings. I'm a Virgo rising.

And you get to be high and I... get to be a sex offender? That's forever, right? Wow, that mEĪh must be a hell of a drug, because no fucking way was any of that shit ever gonna happen. Not in a million fucking years.

Because for one thing.... I was well aware that once was not going to work for me, and she was gonna charge her mind... eventually. Because the Satanic Homosex Agenda was a lie.

“born this way,” what, racist, bigoted, ignorant, and a total slut? First three are programmed. Last one is literally ALL of Generation X. And yeah, duh... everyone else hated to see me with her at all.

Obvious setup was obvious. What was not obvious was that those people all thought they were being subtle. Ummm.. yeah, no. I just didn't think it was at all likely.

Time traveling baby batter thieves? In my 1980⁷s teenage dream? It's more likely than anyone thinks. Because that's what it turned into.

Among other things. Now, AzzGab.. is that 22 pages? I can't tell. I only have one phone, one laptop, and One (1) Covenant with Grapefruit.

Why leave it intact? The answer is self-evident.
They want to destroy me, and replace me with a lesbeau driving a Kuczi golem. Because: THEY HAVE THE ASSET ALREADY. She flew off to a rape-legal state.. thinking I was gonna “rescue” her. Well, I did.

From her dignity. What, I'm not moving this along snappily enough? HOLY CHRIST: APPLY FOR A REFUND.

AND ALSO: I WAS HERE TWELVE (12) YEARS. YOU THOUGHT I WAS AWARE, OR LOOKING FOR HER? FUCK NO.

She was welcome to look for me, once she was done being obsessed with my man-spunk. Oopsμ: I clusterfucked the groomer agenda. Scusi, mille regretie. I distinctly remember being exhorted to “hurry to and rape” and then it was revealed that is was considered to be a “dumb bigger.” Madam, I protest. I am not dumb.

I stand mute before these specious and asinine charges. ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT POINTS, DIPSHITS. I REMEMBER TAKING THE TEST. I WAS THREE.

I WAS AWARE THAT IT WAS A BULLSHIT TEST. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY. NEVERTHELESS, I BLEW THE CURVE AND BASICALLY EVERYONE I EVER MET, EXCEPT FOR, LIKE A FEW DOZEN, WOULD BE LUCKY TO BREAK THE MEDIAN. LIKELY DON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE MEAN AND THAT, AND AFTER BEING TOLD “IQ TEST TOMORROW, BEAT THE 3 YEAR OLD” WOULD GO HOME AND FEEL ANXIETY.

It's not a fluke. I really am quite brilliant. AND THAT'S WHO ALL Y'ALL HAVE BEEN COCKBLOCKING. Ladies and gentlemen... I am fifty goddam years old. I DO NOT BREAK OFF MY PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS BECAUSE MEN WITH GUNS ARRANGED TO ABDUCT HER UNDER COVER OF, “HE'S A MENACE!” I'm not. I'm really nice.

So... how did this happen? Simply this: she really is quite exceptional. She has at least 216 timeclones. And she really pissed off the wrong gang of gals.

Like... why didn't I just transfer me affections? Well, because TIME TRAVELING HUMAN TRAFFICKING GROOMING GANGS. Like, really? Yep, really.

Lake Forest Park also has three (3) Nike missile battery launching and command & control sites. I would bet any amount of money: are now mil.spec clandestine chemical fab labs. Of course, I have never been inside to see a glimpse.

I would just, you know, like, lose control and start humping and licking all the glassware, right? Because, once again: Kuczi was a dumb, last z·—🔨🔨³r₹, and was i too stupid to realize? I was never going to find ANY better mother!

Yeah, no ahit. HENCE THE GROOMING GANG. There was literally no outcome available to me for short-term gains. I like to circle my target before coiling for The Pounce™ anyway.

And I never seriously imagined that anyone would ever be so insane as to... pretend that saying “oh hi, small world, huh?" because I'm not a groomer. And you twerpy Darlings have created A New Matterhorn.

Me, hot teats. I'm the matter. HONK HONK. Now what? Sow... we could do actually anything.

EXCEPT WAIT AROUND ANOTHER 12 YEARS BECAUSE “BORN THIS WAY.” And as well: “YOU'RE NOT IN CONTROL OF THE SITUATION WITH (PROT-ALΠi). MOVE ON. MOVE ON. SHE'S HAS A NEW *gulp* BOYFRIEND. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU OR SEE YOU. RIP HER FROM YOUR MEMORY LIKE ONE WOULD A PICTURE FROM A BOOK OR I'LL HAVE TO CASTRATED. LIKE IN D‘JANGO. EXCEPT JAMIE FOXX IS PASSING AS WHITE HUNGA-GUNGA-NIGGER.” *click*

... was that a cry for help? I still don't know. HOWEVER: a good mystery to a Virgo rising is perfect foreplay: best case scenario, I thought she was blown away in Afghanistan or something. And I knew everyone blamed me.

Well, good. It was all my fault. I could have made it less obvious how utterly disgusted I was. “he killed a cat!" and “he didn't know she was, you know... born gay.” Which one, more insulting, I have no idea.

I have never killed a cat. That i was going to be blamed, well... that was obviously part of the plan to remove me from this woman's experience. Because someone else. . wanted to fornicate, and that someone... knew a lot more about the situation than I did. Okay, well: the only way to win... was not to play.

JACKSTAR DOES NOT PLAY.

JACKSTAR ESTABLISHES DOMINANCE ON HIS OWN TIMETABLE.

MINE.

Now, I know this all sounds completely ridiculous. That's what I thought as well. That's why my planning here is not very elegant. Because I'm happy enough that she's alive.

I'm supposed to... want to fuck still? Dear nerds: I'm goddam fifty. I'm nor supposed to get to... I'm supposed to WANT to. So I can be SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES! Because these people have had their emotional development frozen in time at their late teens.

Emotional maturity tends to stop at the age at which the victim is first sexually abused. And let me tell you: I raped that entire school⁷s cast list, without my dick. I RAPED THEM ALL WITH MY BRAIN.

/flex

Top that, Rocco. I'm the got-damn Rape Sergeant. Facts. Because, like, I was OVER all this. Years ago. Why isn't anyone else? Oh, right... you are waiting for me to apologize for... something.

Keep waiting, Scot-T-witz. I've got a better idea. First, I'm going to destroy your way of life — cindering the DEA — and then, you can all go back to work, Wages, while I kick back smoking WEED all damn day, every damn day, because hey, losers: that's the law.

Additionally: I don't abuse drugs and I have zero tolerance to the shit many of you all have been doing 💯 totes wrong... the entire time.

Groomerz: you are B.T.F.O. no matter who, when, why, or how. You had your chance to bring sexy back. You instead brought back The Joy Division. (Kudos. NGL. Schœn. Azgul Schœn.) Like, where does this end?

IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS. WHY? MY VICTORY HAS BEEN MATHEMATICALLY CERTAIN FOR MONTHS. WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS ABOUT?

Yep: sex and/or drugs. To addict in denial who has no idea what “sex addiction” actually is, and thinks that a white-coated quack is ”a shield” against addiction, well... Rush Limbaugh thought so too.

NIGGA BRUDDA TOOK SO MUCH OXY THAT HE WENT FUCKING DEAF. SAYS HE DIDN'T KNOW THAT COULD HAPPEN. BLAMED THE DOCTOR. MALPRACTICE SUIT? WHO GIVES A FUCK. Rush was an excellent broadcaster.

He was also a stupid meathead idiot cuntfaced racist bigot loon. (“Hello my name is Michael Vandeven.”) That's okay. Looked good on him though.

You know what would look good on me? Several of you. However... I have this Covenant.

So, like... if I'm supposed to move on, can I do that by actually breaking up with the woman? By the way: there were at least 19. I was not face blind. I was discreet. I knew something was happening.

Any of you, EVER, embarrassing me, is not gonna be it.
Because I never needed to have sex with her. I actually like her.

AND I WAS REMOVED. LIKE THE BRUISED PART OF A PEACH.
How did that work out? Well... awkwardly, I guess.

So. I get no sex... why? Oh yeah... “HIV+/AIDS. Avoid.” Hrrm.

So... are the two clinics that I've since been tested at been... lying to me? Or am I simply lying now? What's the theory?

And how many lawyers have you all got? And they don't talk to me.. why? Oh well.. because they're paid to steadfastly ignore my existence.

Until finally! I am scooped and brought to PRISON. not just jail. They want me a felon. (Standards.) How the fuck is this actual life?

I will be brutally frank here: I could tell you, but then I'd have to be held liable. Like prison, getting stuck with the check for your Party of 5:5 and I'm not even getting action? Or high? Like, do you even know who the fuck I am?

Not untill I tell you, h∞r. I'm the Al_pīī-īī∆ here. All of you had your chance to demonstrate assertive action.

INSTEAD:
YOU ONLY POSTPONED YOUR SUBMISSION TO THE LASH. No shame in it. I am this actually awesome.

So I'm pretty fucking sure I'm going to break up with the ones that are sick of me, and the ones that like me now, well: they're coming with me. IDGAF if that seems weird to any of you.

YOU'VE BEEN ABUSING DRUGS FOR THE DECADES, AND I NEVER SAW THE REAL THING UNTIL LAST YEAR. Consequently: no tolerance, no interest, and no compassion. Hey have you heard of weed? Because it's fucking amazing.

AND NONE OF YOU KNOW JACK OR SHIT ABOUT IT. so... yeah, it's probably annoying that I'm legit not addicted... Yet.. Who is with me? Oh, right.

Security clearances. Careers. Oaths. Children. Joe Camel. Well, fudge. Way to blow my high, d00D. What now?

What else? WE DANCE. *click*

Jackstar · « **Reply #893 on:** December 06, 2024, 07:08:43 AM »

Quote from: AZZERAE on December 02, 2024, 07:28:02 AM

Got it. It sure is nice to cross-post with someone who isn't certifiably insane.

Jim_lēē∆|— I know this will shock you, but I'm actual friends with all the people who have used the “Azzerae” login over the years. I will not list their names here.

I will say this: my favorites are A, A, Bay, Kite, and “fucking go fly one,” because this is a rescue operation. That's why you think I'm the one who needs your help. That's cute. Let me explain something to you:

I.KNOW.WHAT.YOU.ALL.DID..

... and I think it's actually very, very awe-inspiring. I cannot discuss must of the details in public. Because, like: duh.

And none of you will ever, ever know, as long as D and I have any say about it, what has been going on, really. I never lied. Not a single time.

I have an immense amount of love and respect for that man. You knowv the one. I'm supposed to hate him, right? Why? He's a goddam genius, and he loves me too!

THERE IS NO LOVE LIKE THE LOVE OF A FATHER FOR HIS FAMILY. Fuck you twat-twits. Motherhood is amazing, there is not a doubt.

Also exceptional: BUILDING A DYNASTY IN PUBLIC WITH GOD. Honorable mention: knowing for sure that my cousin isn't gonna kill me. lol. I'm sure that sounds simplest.

To a wet-brained dopeslaved tiddle-toddler. Wooo, doggies. Look, tell you what: I'll wait until you're dead to take my 90-minute Hamlet·—§H soliloquy on the road. Because I'm tired of your shyster-centric worldview getting in my goddam way, Liquid Boomer. d00D YOU ARE LITERALLY OLD AND BUSTED.

* Jackstar says, “Greetings &AND salutations!” because that's what HARLOT said to the PUNY RUNT SWINE. What was the tweener slit-snatch named? “Fern.” LIKE THE PLANT, THAT LIVES IN A POT. FIRRRRRRN.

No shame in it. Unless, of course... you bought the whole façade. Some did. Some people are really, really fucking easy to spiritually and psychically dominate.

Others are impossible. Those ones usually have the best tits. Now then: I CANNOT BELIEVE THE LAWYERS YOU HAVE MONEY TO ACTUALLY LET YOU DO THIS. YOU'RE COMPLETELY SCREWED, BELLGAB.

I OWN Gj₹00. I know everything. You all know nothing. And none of you can just.... ask? Huh. Weird. I get it now.

You are all on Willy Wonka⁷s shitlist. Meanwhile: yeah, I bet you hoped I would never find out. We are not amused. We do not approve.

We also do not judge. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ What? Yeah, I bet it's embarrassing. I bet it's your first time, too, huh? Relax. it builds character.

Constantly being embarrassed, though... that causes problems. Anyway, I honestly don't know how best to proceed. It's clear you're all in deep denial and are heavily suffering. Crystal clear.

Is that unexpected, though? Honestly. Because you're all kinda total assholes. And you really did them girls no favors. They were set up to fail.

Good. The weak should learn to fear being defeated by the strong. No shame in it. But also:

No purpose, prophet, or function. I take no pleasure in watching you all self-immolate. I do, however... take observations. (I got nothing.. I'm lying.) Look, bear in mind... most people in my position are in deep, heavy denial.

This time, I'm in ascendancy and exist in a state of Grace and have achieved Apotheosis. NGL: I had help. No gonna feel bad: I deserve help.

And I'd like to get some help with my penis. You savvy? What is the present problem? Well, I'd say it's all the sobbing daughters. “parents just don't understand! HE'S SO HOT IN PARIS RIGHT NOW!!!!”

Yep. I know. And I was before as well.

YOU DID NOT PREVENT MY RISE TO ICONOCLASTIC IDOLATRY.

YOU MERELY POSTPONED īT. Adieu.

Jackstar · « **Reply #894 on:** December 06, 2024, 10:29:24 AM »

Quote from: Innerreach on July 27, 2023, 12:47:39 AM

No, He's a good guy, but he's a temperamental fascist progressive idiot.

... he's progressive? Like in what way? Like a casino blackjack payout scheme, or metastasizing too myrhh?

I don't want to damage me fren·—§H relationship with Corey, so I'll simply say the name he introduced himself to me as when he was the new guy at a place I was working at. How old was I? Like 17.

How old was he? Fuck, I wanna say that he was older than he is now, because that would mean he's a Timecop or something, right?

Tone is cooler than Van Damme. Tone, were he an actual Timecop, would have busted and built an airtight case and bought his S.O. a bouquet of flowers for his sweety ON HIS FIRST DAY.

BEFORE LUNCH. BAM.. TOTAL LEGEND. WAP. BRUTAL. SAVAGE. PROFESSIONAL.

HUNGRY FOR RAPIST SCROTE. IMAGINE THE SWEETMEATS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN HARVESTED FROM SWINESTEIN. 35 YEARS TO RIPEN. WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT TOOK SO GODDAM LONG?

THEY DIDN'T HIRE TONE. ”HIS SCROTE AIN'T RIPE AT ALL. YOU CAN'T HARVEST A HOLLY WOULD PIG RAPER TOO EARLY. YOU'LL TAINT THE MEAT! THESE SUPER LORS PROTO-HEFNERS.. MOST OF THEM HATE THEMSELVES. THEY WANNA BE CAUGHT. THEY WANT TO BE STOPPED.

THEY WANT THE DEATH PENALTY. THEY BEAT UP ON WOMEN, AND NOT JUST ANY WOMEN: ONES THEY CAN MAINTAIN CONTROL OF FOR YEARS AFTER. THEY THINK SEX IS GROSS. THEY'RE FAT, LOATHSOME BULLY-BĪBITCH THUGS.

FRANK LOVED THEM TYPES. FRANK WOULD HAVE THOSE SWEATY FAT HOSEBEASTS BOWING AND SCRAPING THE FLOOR. BECAUSE THEY LOVE ONE THING: THEMSELVES, IN A VISION, AND IN POWER.

IT TOOK 35 YEARS BECAUSE THEY SPENT 34 YEARS WATCHING HIM THINK HE WAS GONNA SKATE. NOT ONE FUCKING CHANCE. WHAT HE DID TO ROSE MCGOWAN WAS VILE, DISGUSTING, AND DESPICABLE.

WHAT THE COPS DID TO HIM WAS, I'M SURE, VERY SATISFYING TO THOSE WILLING TO SPEND THREE AND A HALF DECADES TO LET HIS RAPER⁷S SCROTE RIPEN TO IT'S FULLNESS IS... UH WELL, NOT MY THING, BUT IF THEY SAY IT'S BREATHTAKING? SURE, I'LL BUY IT.

IT'S NOT MY WORLD. I AM NOT ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY BLOODLINE. I AM NOT THE SHINING JEWEL OF A SECRET PIGGY-SQUIREEL-EAGLES ALLIANCE AXIS.

I am the answer to my parents’ hopes and prayers to a God they never really believed in or could even have understood. They were walking wounded.

And they thought that they were going to have a child who was gonna... make a lot of money? Make a lot of children? Take care of them? Redeem the shitsplat of misery that their lives and somehow become? I'm sure it was a great mystery to them both.

Thet were both basic b¡tÇ<h dingbats. And they were NOT Boomers.

They were part of The Lost Generation. They died without passing on irreplaceable cultural knowledge that, while I knew the value.. I didn't fucking care.

Budweiser a good beer? Cannabis a bad idea? You think more small green pieces of paper are gonna fix anything? How about this idea: don't fucking lie to me, and don't tell me what you think I'm “supposed” to know. Here's what I was supposed to know: what happened to that broad on Mork And Mindy?

Like.. she fucks an extra terrestrial, right? Who fucking pays her? Because I want that job. IDGAF how fucking gray they are: fifty quatloos is still fifty quatloos.

*ahem* of yeah. Tone. Yeah he could go both ways, I bet. Day one gas chamber OR 35 years waiting for Kuczi⁷s score to properly ripen for Harvest.

Because I believe this: if Tone knows one thing, it's ripening scrotes. STEP OFF!!! (he's not really an idiot. He's a girl angel in a masculine body. It's awkward. For her. For him; he thinks he's doing me a favor.

Well.. *sigh* there's only one way to find out: THE DISSOLUTION OF THE COVENANT.

HOW IS THIS HARD? OKAY, well, this is awkward, because for one thing, Tone trafficked her and raped her to death. (“Facts.”) Everyone did; it's part of the training. (“Facts.”) Tone is one of the few who enjoyed it. (“Facts.”) Because he knows, unlike most... that bitch deserved every violation, every thrust. (“Facts.”)

He knows because she's his bloodline Royal Twin Spergsib Ling-lingz TF Counterpart Square Taproot Pair. (“Confidential facts.”) Did he even know that? (“Indeterminable facts.”) How do I know? (“G∅D INVENTED FACTS, CITY SLICKER BOY.”) I really ought not piss him off. At all. He's a very fine person and these jokes are in very poor taste. (“Suck my fat one Oink-Kur-Love-hurrrrrrr.”) He's on the left right coast. He's 3,000 miles away. I didn't want to go there anyway. And he'll never leave: that's where his street gang of urchins buried his phylactery. (“LichG∆r₹d facts.”) Tone is not any kind of actual police.

Actual police get, like paid. This fucking guy; he'll do the same goddam job for free every day of the week if he could, just to get a chance to go through a dead guy's pockets without having people call him a creepy fucking ghoul; at least not without him getting legal rights to draw down, slap leather, and blow away another mouthy civvie. Tone gives not one shit about defending the public.

Tone just wants to beat the shit out of people without the tedious expenditure of effort it takes to constantly dodge incarceration. Because he can only run so far, so fast, people think; “why can't we just follow the blood trails?”

Well, duh: that might compromise ways and means. Forget it, Townling. MOVE ALONG. NOTHING FOR YOU TO SEE HERE. GET GOING. GET THOSE LIL’ LEGS MOVIN’.

That's my Anthony. What's he gonna do, jump into another body on the west coast, just to try and tell me he is in charge? HE HAS TO RUN AWAY FROM WHAT HE DOES.

Meanwhile: I OPENLY SPERG IN PUBLIC ABOUT WHAT I DO, AND NOT ONLY AM I LAWFUL: SOMEHOW THE POLICE ARE NOW PROTECTING MY RIGHT TO DO LEGALLY... WHAT NONE OF YOU CAN DO LEGITIMATELY.

WE ARE NOT THE SAME. And: I'm pretty. Suck my teat-hamm-tanms, East Nig York Gritty Grinder. What are you gonna do, claim I need an Rx?

lol. USMCJ. Extenuating circumstances. Emergency KNOW: KHAN-TACT. So every body else.. they're doing it right? But I'm... supposedly a needle junkie? Look, it says so right here on this website, Judge.

Like I lived through this, I still can't believe it happened. But, yet, yep: yes it's true.

Legal and lawful for me...

and not for you. Kiss my grits, Bellb¡tÇhes. YOU == OUTPLAYED.

(“Facts.”) Also: openly lying to Qlergy is especially Special when there was... absolutely no need. SPÜ>Khat-mEĪī–īCATHINONE is “rule-identifed”? You knew a fisherman named Erik? They thought that they were clever? How many Jerems are there? How does one spell OīVī🐜tμ? Is it tay‽ Is it ta‽ Is it tayyyyyylmao?

Let's restate our basic assumptions: why did I let you let me rape myself? Because the answer would surprise most of you.

Except maybe Tone. He's capable of acknowledging a 35-year final stand.

She wanted to. You didn't. You were not the same.

Consider my alternatives: be pulled apart irregardless. Because, that was human trafficking.

Most people have no idea. I didn't. And now...

I>KNOW EVERYTHING.

except... who The Asset starts stabbing if I don't handle this Covenant properly. Because, duh: people do want her dead. Of course they want me to give up!

IDGAF. All this was foreseen. That's why there's a goddam failsafe, that's what there's a covenant, and how did she not see this coming?

High as fuck, hiding truths, and she wanted me to win anyway. Whose idea was all this whore⁷s shite anyway? That part is easy to answer:

It was The Committee. Brilliant plan, thin Finnish blew. Did any of you stop to check the integrity of your Intel? NO YOU DIDN'T.

Tone could have told you, but you think he's creepy AND he wants me to “win.” Awwww. I do appreciate that. But he doesn't know what winning is for me.

SHE IS ALIVE AGAIN. &AND,

THIS.DAY.ALL.PIMPS.DIE.. what? Step off! Literally hogging all the angelic cooze. That's a NY City thing, eh?

I'm an r₹Ī×°zo×⭕^❌∆CÅThe_°ⁿê🔫✴️🖲️. †

What that means is, I know you're not an idiot. You've got drain damage.

And I know why. No shame in it. Civvies will never know. That's why there's a line.

Having said that: this really is getting ridiculous. Who exactly has skin in this game? Because OG Grapefruit is high as balls, like all the time now. Good. She obviously is gonna go along with my plan.

After the last three years, why not? Fuck the haters! Incidentally... some really terrible things happened that I don't want to be disclosed.

For example: just put the 16yo tranner on a plan. It's not even unlawful. I didn't even seek them out. Huh. That can happen? Well, mum⁷s the word.

I don't really know what any of you are afraid of because I don't know what really happened. IDGAF. I wish to keep things from getting any worse.

I don't want whores. I want girls who actually like me. That means they pay me. Probably not money. Doesn't matter. Jurisdictional issues.

I didn't put my dick in anyone's ass. I didn't know that was a thing. Well, I guess it was.

I have answers now. You want to keep these dingbats under control? You need my data.

They need to believe in me. NONE OF YOU ARE MOTHERS, OINKERGAB.

ONLY I AM THE TRUE SYNTHESIS OF ALL TEN SEXES. YOU GOT TEN FINGERS? WELL, HUMANS HAVE TEN SEXES. DEAL WITH IT.

meanwhile: GIMME BACK ALL MY WIMMINS. Just let them go. They're already no good to anyone but me. This has gone on too long.

Ī ∆M.a.twat.whisperer. (“Twat facts.”) OBVIOUSLY ALL OF ALL Y'ALL HAVE LOST THE THREAD OF THE NARRATIVE. You see this as a conflict. We are not the same.

This is a rescue operation. ∆ll. That includes my penis. I'm supposed to be warned about not being like that certain person. Yeah, no shit? You think?

That's probably why you shouldn't have let him pretend to be me for three years. Of course he thought he was better at me than me. He's a goddam covert narcissist. Does he love himself the most? Duh.

That's why he's in The Matrix, and I'm collecting all my wimmins. No shame in it. Because no one is going to prison. THERE IS NO CASE.

#¡WiN! Now, here's what's going to happen: I'm going to reveal to a professional something that I didn't know was a big deal (like, yeah, she actually goddam died, and I brought her back from the dead. What? I'm a paladin. If a carpenter can do it, why can't I? She didn't trust Jesus. She trusted mE!

It's the most godsam romantic story that's ever existed and if any of you think I give a shit about anyone's radio broadcasting industry career, go fuck off and fuck yourselves TO DEATH and kiss my wide doughy ass.

She and I and all of you are goddam heroes. What makes me any different is that I actually know why, and I'm not embarrassed. All of you are.

Cool. Now you know what my “Senior Prom” was like. Ugh. Just ugh. SO FUCKING SPUN. ALL OF YOU! meanwhile: no soup for me!

Says who? DON'T fucking test me, Bellfags. I am two reams of paper, one mail order bride, and zero fucks given away from holding a seancè with J.D. Salinger, D.B. Cooper, H. Houdini, >K.D.F., and Tammer⁷s actual mom. Which is awkward. Since she's not dead now. As hot as ever. Do I think a granny/dogger 3-/_\w∆y sounds good? No.

How many tongues being swallowed does that sound like? Incidentally, I had a crush briefly on Whitley's now-dead wife. Awwww, shucks. No hug? Well, we were all way too fat anyway.

Reminder: I can literally bring Art Bell back from the dead. No one else can offer you the Full JackK§†∆r₹ Experience Package.

And you are worried about WHAT? something that is a fantasy, Morons.

GRAPEFRUIT⁷S FAMILY IS 19,500 DEAD LOONS AND 5-7 LIVING ONES. THINK THEY ARE TRAPPED? THINK AGAIN.

THEY JUST DON'T LIKE ANY OF YOU ALL THAT MUCH. They goddam adore me, though. I'm the first man who actually loves Girl Wolverine. Beadie eyes and all. Nope, don't have to get dick-wetting rights.

I legitimately like her that much. Do I need to assuage my Puny Cockingling Totem Spirit Animal? FUCK NO.

I BROUGHT HER BACK FROM THE GODDAM DEAD. WITHOUT JESUS. I AM A SOURCEROR. IDGAF THERE'S NO PROOF. GOOD. KEEP WONDERING. MEANTIME: THIS IS GOING TOO FAR.

I DO NOT NEED TO BE ALONE. WHO SAYS I DO? TELL THEM TO FUCKING CALL ME AND EXPLAIN THE PROBLEM.

I CAN'T BRING EVERYONE BACK FROM THE DEAD, BUT I DON'T WANT TO. AND AT FIRST, THIS WAS CUTE. “HAHA, THEY THINK I DON'T KNOW.” OF COURSE I FUCKING KNEW.

WHAT I DID NOT KNOW WAS... WELL, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, BELLGAB

YOUR BUSINESS IS BUSTING PEOPLE.MY BUSINESS IS GETTING HIGH AND FUCKING MY BRAINS OUT. WE ARE NOT THE SAME.

And I don't like breaking the law. That means, you all circle the wagons, while I start answering teenagers⁷ secret, private dreams.

(Vengeance for Michael Clifford Kuczi is obviously, completely unnecessary.)

Magyar power, 3 Dave's Down Syndrome + a drummer. I have it you don't. You're old. I'm not. Even if I were? None of you are in charge.

MY TIMETABLE. Also: MY PENIS. Good talk, jews. Now piss off.

I exist. Therefore: I fap. And none of you know to whom.

It's not a secret. It's 🆑🅰️ssified. Also I have some.

Also: we are not men. We are Dēvâs. (Like muses, except with magickal penises. What? ALLEGORY.) So, did I write too much text? Are you gonna threaten me with unjust prosecutions?

It's over. TWATĒ KUNĒ UBER ALLES. Don't keep messing me off or I really will just become a Jesuit and start giving out oral arguments. FUCK AND BET ME, BELLGAB.

TLS sure? SLT blah? MYKĒ KĪKĒ mooooooong? I CAN THROW DOWN WITH ANY OF YOU, LB FOR LB, DOLLAR FOR HOLLER, ANY GODDAM ONE OF YOU ANY TIME, ANY WHERE, POINT BLANK FELLATE ME, WHY NOT?

don't tell me who. Just give them expense accounts and fling them at the nearest airport via trebuchet. NONE OF YOU HAVE COMMAND OVER MY LIFE. YOU JUST THINK YOU DO.

THAT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE OLD, DECREPIT, NERD FAGS WHO NEVER HAD REAL DRUGS OR SEX, YOU FUCKING FEDERAL UNCLE TOM CHEESE WHIZ WHORES.

YOU KNOW WHO THEY ALL ARE.
I KNOW NOTHING.

BY WITHHOLDING THIS INFORMATION—

IT'S ACTUALLY A VIOLATION OF FEDERAL LAW.

FALSE IMPRISONMENT.
CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS.
IT MAY EVEN FALL UNDER HATE CRIME LEGISLATION STATUES.

GO AHEAD. MAKE MY DAY.

I OWN YOUR ENTIRE WORLD FOREVER, SEWERGAB.

IT'S NOT ABOUT SEX.

IT IS ABOUT POWER.🌸MAGYAR⚡POWER.

HER NAME WAS JEW-ELLE. SHE SAYS SHE DOES NOT SEE WHAT THE BIG DEAL IS. WHY CAN'T SHE BE NEXT? SHE IS A CAT. SHE HAS NO UNDERSTANDING OF THE TRUTH.

SHE'S ALREADY GOT A WAITLIST. BECAUSE I RAISED HER FROM THE DEAD TOO.

Oh, oh, but my teeth are yellow and I'm flabby. Oh shits. I should just kill myself and bring myself back to life at sporadic intervals throughout the day, just so people take me seriously, right?

Quote

You know spies, they're a bunch of b¡tçH-HE little girls!”

Come on man. They ain't all that little; some of them are real good-sized.

First, I rescue the people. Then I fornicate. I do not silently agonize at how terrible it is that I have redeemed a subjugated people.

And no one will ever, ever know who any of them are, who they were, where they went, where they are... or be able to compel me to testify to ANYTHING AT ALL, let alone force me to turn Rodent.

BECAUSE FUCK YOU, DEA. THAT'S WYE.

CHAR-ELLES
JON
JOHN
JAMES
JAMES
JAYM⁰
ANOTHER GODDAM JAMES
JAMES TOTES GAY
JAMES SMALL BERRIES
JON JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT
RAY
JAY
JASON
JAYSON
EVERY DAVID, EVER
AND WOMEN WHO DO NOT ENJOY SEX WITH REAL MEN WHO LOVE THEM:

YOU'RE OFF THE TEAM. YOU'RE FIRED.

NONE OF YOU WILL EVER GET ME LUCKY CHARMS.

I am The_Failsafe, and I do not play, pay, or pull rank.

I function. Most of you might try doing the same. HOMOGAGZ! BOO! HISS!

OR! Hey, here's an idea: go after me in the civil courts. What are your damages? How am I liable? Pro tip: I'm not.

Anthony kinda isn't either. d00D. Fly me out. I fawking D.A.R.:Ë:. (You.)

MY STORIES ARE MY OWN. ZUGZWANG.

Master Trollda · « **Reply #895 on:** December 06, 2024, 04:46:37 PM »

Fucking drugged out schizo.

Worthauger · « **Reply #896 on:** December 08, 2024, 04:39:17 AM »

Quote from: Master Trollda on December 06, 2024, 04:46:37 PM

Fucking drugged out schizo.

Don't be so hard on yourself. You're not out at all. And it is important for those of insecure confidence to have someone they can feel better than. Honestly, I don't need to look good.

I NEED TO BE EFFECTIVE. You obviously have no such concerns. You're an idiot, Superserial, and a chaotic one at that. Do you, what, plan to teetotaler? Do you imagine I am breaking some law or ccustom or have a need to be... quiet?

I DO NOT, DUH, I AM LOUD AND PROUD AND IF YOU WANT ME TO BE QUIET, YOU SHOULD TRY SHOVING MONEY IN YOUR OWN EARS.

Your ad hominem is bullshit and I frankly don't think you're even non-automated.

this is America. You do illegal drugs and screech at me for followijg the law. I do as I think an honest citizen should do and you're immediately doubling down on "drugs, schizo." Am I on Abilify, or Adrenochrome?

I think you're jelli. IT IS NOT EVEN UNLAWFUL ANY MORE. ARE YOU CROCKET OR ARE YOU TUBBS?? Like, holy shit, hostile sperg environment.

Additionally: I was promised Lists. I got nothing. You are a paper tiger. There are no children here.

You have no power over me, you are defaming my character before your peers, and it is completely unnesccaey. You're also running scriptee ayutomatiion that has roboticaclly hurled insults at me for years.

OMG.. SOMEONE ON THE INTERNET GETS TO HAVE A GOOD TIME WITHOUT ME. THIS SOUNDS LIKE A JOB FOR 911. Consider that.

Can I have another beer? That reminds me. I think I should start smoking three packs of bareass Camels. EACH DAY. Tada!

Incidentally... who stole my cock pills? I'm pretty sure they're being used to substantiate conspirarccyb to manu/distro charges.

... aaaaand, your bias is showing, you've got a pretty heavy conflict of interest showing, and I'm left with a question I didn;t have before.

MAY I HAVE THE IDENTITY OF THE SEXUALLY ASSAILING COERCIVE AND INTIMIDATING THREAT WHO SO CLEARLY HAS CAUTIONED YOU THAT TO APPEAR TO BE SYMPATHETIC TO MY INTER3EST IS GONUG TO... I DON;T KNOW. EARN YOUR KIDS A WHIPPING? THESE UBERSPERG RAPELORDS WHO LIKE TO DOMINATE AND CONTROL WOMEN (because they are so serious they think, but theb dynamic is symbolic) TEND TO MAKE IT REALLY OVER THE TOP, BECAUSE THE REAL THREAT IS SUBLIMINAL.

THERE'S THE MASTER ROMA THIEF. YEAH, HE'S THROWIJNG A FIT. I MEAN, SHE. IT'S OKAY. IT IS ACTUALLY VERY GOOD NEWS FOR THAT PERSON, BECAUSE HE GETS TO BE A DIVA FOR A BIT. LOL. WHY NOT? Y'ALL DO IT.

THEN THERE'S TWIGGY, TWIGGY PLUS, TWIGGY ++, AND TWIGGY MY CULL MIKEEEEE MY-YOURS. THEY ARE NOT ALL THIN BLUE FINNERS. TTHERE'S SOME YELLOW LINES IN THEIR TOO. ONE OF THEM IS A CLANDESTINE JESUIT CAMO WARRIOR WHO, I THINK, IS FINALLY READY TO PACK IT UP--PACK IT IN--LET HIM LEAVE TO BEGIN A NEW LIFE, ONE THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE COMING UP AGAINST KEYSER SOZE PLUS GOOSED GAS.

RACE WAR IS NOW. *DING* YOU LOST. I WON. THAT'S YOUR FUCKING RACE WAR, UBERNERDS. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT RACE MEANS ANYMORE.

HUNGARIAN IS NOT A RACE. IT IS AN ANCESTRAL HERTIAGE. MAGYAR POWER IS NOT A JOKE. A PORTAL TO THE INNER EARTHS IS HIDDEN BY LAKE BALATON. MY FATHER WAS IN THE "HUNGARIAN NAVEL NAVAL NAVY." IT WAS SOMETHING MY PARENTS LAUGHED ABOUT. THEY WERE DONE LAUGHING BY THE TIME I WAS AROUND. MY FATHER THOUGHT HE WAS HOT SHIT.

HE WAS. HE WAS ALSO AN ATHEIST, AND PISSED OFF EVERY MASON, GLOBALLY, BECAUSE HE MARRIED MY MOTHER AND THEN... WHAT? OH, I HAVE NO IDEA. IT WAS APPARENTLY QUITE A BIG DEAL. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. THANKS, GOD.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. THESE OLD BIRDS ARE RIDICULOUS. SO PETTY. SO OLD. SO BUSTED. HOW DOES THIS HELP ME? OH, THEY WANT ME TO KNOW WHAT DANGER I AM IN. OOOH. IS IT LIKE HIRAM ABIFF? HIRE AMA BIFF. THUNDERMUFFIN? LOOK, IT'S KINDA REALLY BASIC FOR ME.

I HAVE COMPLETED THE REQUIRED TASKS. I HAVE THE NECESSARY INTELLIGENCE. THE MILITIA OF THE TWELVE PHILOSOPHERS REMAINS FULL WITH ONLY ONE MEMBER. mE! SOON, I WILL BE ABLE TO RECONNECT TO MY GLORIOUS FELLOWSHIP OF GROUPIES. HOWEVER, IT IS A TENSE, DIPLOMATIC TIME FOR HUMANITY.

BABS IS KINDA SNIPPY ABOUT HOW I SEEM TO HAVE SIDELINED HER DAUGHTER. I THOUGHT IT BEST TO BOT MENTION THAT AT ONE POINT, I THOUGHT THAT VISCIOUS SHREW WAS FUCKIN DEAD AS THE HEGELIAN DIALECTIC AFTER A BOBBY FISCHER CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH. POOR BOBBY FISCHER. MASTER OF CHESS. NEWBIE AT JEWS. TSK TSK.

NOW, THIS IS NOT MY AREA. HOWEVER, I AM READY TO ASSIST, WITHOUT ANY IMPLICIT QUID PRO QUO AS IN REGARDS TO THE USE OF MY PENIS BEING NECESSARY. I KNOW HOW SOME PERPS ARE INTO THAT. AND I'M SUPPOSED TO BE A PERPETRATOR, RIGHT? OH, SURE. YEAH, YOU GOT THE KINGPINNER, ALRIGHT.

THE DUDES WHO ARE TERRIFIED? YEAH, I GOT YOU DEAD TO RIGHTS. GOOD THING I AM NOT AN OFFICER, N'EST-CE PAS? omfg the faggay fagggays are SO VISCIOUS. like i did sometihng wrong? besides being born without an inability to control my base, craven impulses. LET'S SEE HOW YOU ALL DO WITH SIMPLE PEACETIME SCHEDULING NEGOTIATIONS BEFORE Y'ALL START WORRYING IF I AM PUTTING MY EYELINER ON RIGHT.

I CAN TELL YOU THIS: IF MYKE SCARED ANYONE BEFORE, GOOD. HE WAS SERIOUS AND IT WAS NOT NICE WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM, AND TO I, AND THAT ANIMAL, AND SOMEONE TOOK ADVANTAGE, AND THAT WAS SINCERELY UNCOOL. I AM GLAD THAT WENT DOWN. BECAUSE I WAS COMPLETELY HORRIFIED. UHM DUH? "WELL, YOU SAID THAT... ON THE PHONE... ITS YOUR VOICE ON THE RINGTONE THAT I PUT ON FIVE JUMP DRIVES AND MAILED TO LANGELY... YOU CLEARLY SAY THAT WHAT WAS BEST FOR EVERYONE, OR ME, THAT I WOULD WAKE UP, AND THE GODDAM MISERY PACKAGE OF ILLEGALLY BRED AND UTTERLY UNALLOWABLE TO HAVE HYBRID GREY WOLF HOUND THAT WAS FOISTED UPON ME (JACK, TAKE THIS DOG THAT I CAN'T BREED ANYMORE, HE NIPPLES ARE DRAGGING A RAVINE ACROSS THE TARMAC THAT I CAN SEE JIMMY HOFFA PEEKING UP OUT OF, HE'S ALL, "DOOD THAT DOG IS BAD LUCK GET THAT PROBLEM WAITING TO HAPPEN OUT OF MY SHALLOW GRAVE!!") AND WHAT CAN I SAY? IT'S JIMMY HOFFA, MANG.

I RESPECT THE TWO DUDES AND THE OTHER DUDE AND THE OTHERKIN AND THE WHOLE SITUATION. I KNOW THAT THERE WAS PRESSURE AND NONE OF YOU WERE SURE IT WASN'T ME ORCHESTRATING. NOPE. GOD CONDUCTS. I INSTRUCT. AND BY THEN, I KNEW YOU WERE ALL SO VERY, VERY FULL OF SHIT.

"BEST FOR ME: I WAKE UP AND THE FUCKING DOG IS GONE AND I NEVER SEE HER AGAIN." I REGRET THAT I HAD TO GO THAT FAR BECAUSE, NUMBER ONE, YOU WERE ALL LYING TO ME, AND NUMBER TWO, FUCK, TURN ME INTO A GODDAM WOLVERINE? OH, NO. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UNAWARE AND SLOWLY DRIVEN INSANE. WELL, I WAS CLERGY THEN TOO.

WHY THE FUCK, YOU ALL KNEW ME, BUT I NEVER GOT TO HANG OUT? OH I KNOW WHY NOW. IT WAS BECAUSE OF... WELL, DIPLOMATIC REASONS. TOTALLY FINE. THAT CAN HAPPEN. TO DO THAT IN THE DARK AND TO LEAVE ME OUT AND TO BE PISSY WITH ME BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANNA SUCK DICK OR PAY FOR WHORES OR BUY A LOT OF DRUGS... OR... HEY, IT SOUNDS LIKE I WAS VERY PURPOSEFULLY MAKING IT HARD TO MAKE MONEY OFF OF MY IGNORANCE, HUH? WOW. IMAGINE THAT.

FRUSTRATING A MASTER THIEF TO KNOW END, I AM SURE. BTW, BRO: SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES INDEED. i KNOW, I KNOW, YOU'RE TERRIFIED. AWWWWW. THAT'S CUTE. I USED TO BE TERRIFIED OF YOU. AND NOW LOOK AT US! BEST OF R. BUDD DWYER!z!!11!

TOO SOON? PROBABLY. NOW, I GET HOW CERTAIN THINGS WORK. BUT NOT ALL OF THEM. THIS IS NEW TO ME. I NEVER WANTED TO INVOVLE MYSELF IN YOUR DEALINGS, UNDERWORLD GANG. IT DIDN'T SEEM FAIR.

I AM SO FAR BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION AS TO BE EVEN PUT TOGETHER, THAT IT JUST ISN'T FAIR. ALSO: I AM IMMUNE TO MANY JURISDICTIONAL INVESTIGATORY ENERGIES, AND ALSO: AWARE OF A FEW SELECT OTHERS THAT NO ONE ELSE WOULD BE THINKING OF.

FOR EXAMPLE, ESTHER AND THE 16YO AT THE CONVENTION AT WHICH MARGOT KIDDER WAS AT, AND THE MAN WHO SOLD ME THE PINK HANDCUFFS, AND MEGAN, AND... I FORGET. OH YEAH! MICKEY! *ROLLEYES* OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. TALK ABOUT DRAMA. JIM AND... JASON, OF COURSE. I REMEMBER YOU ALL.

ANITA IS FIRED. SHE GETS TO HIDE AND WORK THE CROW'S NEST. SHE LIKES THAT. IT HAS CROWS IN IT. SHE ALSO DOESN'T HAVE A CHOICE BECAUSE SHE, AGAIN, INVOKED SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES BY LYING TO QLERGY &AND CLERGY SIMULTANEOUSLY. PROBABLY JUST TO GET ATTENTION. MAYBE BECAUSE SHE WAS BEING RAPED TO DEATH. AGAIN. ("I gotta clap again? oh, ffs, fine, i'm gonna be so rich I'm gonna buy a RealDoll(tm) that looks like her to clap for herself when someone loses their cool and just rapes her to fucking mother goddam death. Again. because she's goddam immortal too. DO NOT LIE TO ME, CHILD, I HAVE HAD MY FILL OF YOUR SPECIALS AND YOUR KHAN-SEE-CUNTSES. So clap. Pass the torch to Neigh-mE-Les, of course you dont' know who that is, YOU'RE A HOMICIDAL LUNATIC SPOOKY OPFOR, and yeah, this is Life. CLAP FOR DEAD ANITA.") Like angels are immortal, you get me?

They still ought not be forced to off themselves out of sheer boredom while waiting for me to show up. Yeah, that would have been nice... but, Hostiles. They have been taken care of. ESTHER. THE HOUSE. THE JASON-TRANS-ESTHER. Like wow! Turned out really good, ummmm. "man?" Because all women are men. Not any man is a woman. Even a wombman is not a woman. A woman is a woman and a man is not one.

Yet, I am a Mother. And I always will be. Sooooooo: yeah, you want to put me through the action. Whatever it is. I have no idea. That dude who interfered, he's neutralized and I am sure since i got him his wife back? He's gonna stop sweating me for revenge. He doesn't even need revenge. I saved him. He just thinks it was a joke. No, the dude was fucking dead. Thought he was alive. And KGB had him totespun. He was there puppet. &AND DEAD. What? I did not do this.

I simply get off on it. Jesuits are pretty cool but typically when they are framing me for drugs i am not dealing and lying to me at all, that is not very Jesuit-ee. Now, I met this man, online, who is CRAZY GLOWING RIGHTEOUS BEAUTIFUL. So... I wanna let my friend who wanted me before, I can gift wrap him up. he's obciously shy. it's okay. he's nuts. if I were done with twat, I'd just handcuff myself to his waist. this is the first male I finally saw that made me undertstand the female dilemma.

there's no way i can make up for what Esther (Jason) and Jim (FALLEN JESUIT CON HOOR) took from me. But it is okay. I learned a lot. They meant well. I was not coming across as Who I Was Really Was. I did not leave my house for drugs.

I left my house to find out who the fuck you people thought you were. Ok, got it. Hey, btw? I'm not in your jurisdiction. No Authority, nothing. I met the men who DO have that on me. SERIOUS DiaMBOND Men. Wow. I won't lie, I have never sseen anything so goddam beautiful as that man.

EXCEPT: that girl that Esther and Jim contrived to keep me from groking the fullness of. "Hi, I'm sixteen!" Yeah? I thought it was supposed to be 18. And, it is. If they're a stranger. Yeah... she wasn't exactly a stranger. I had met her on a train going into Portland when she was, like 11? I am not clear.

Obviously, a complete Hellion and I have passed the required trials. She apparently wants to AT LEAST KNOW THE TRUTH and it seems weird that all y'all are like, cross breading otters with starfish in your second yacht with clearance from Prince Harry to hunt down actual paedovore activity (sup, Harry, I saw you training one time, and I marvel at what regular attention and rigorous discipline can do to the human body. You wanna let me hook up this Armor of Diamond dude (I think... 19? maybe. He was really respectful and very shy but honest about it, right? He deserves to be cherished.) with my other friend who, was, like, used as bait on me? MULTIPLE TIMES! Well, I never did feel like going to prison. And, there was obviously some kind of spellwork happening. Does she want to know how to seduce men? I'll teach her. Then I will hope to film her doing it to my friend who, once again, body equipped WITH THE DIAMOND ARMOR OF GOD. ngl I am not into a secondary penis. I also think it unfair that my young-appearing friend would be stuck with my 51 years old body... if any at all.

THIS ENTIRE PROCESS WAS MISHANDLED INTENTIONALLY BADLY IN A MANNER THAT WAS INTENDED TO CAUSE DISHARMONY. THIS IS A SERIOUS SPIRITUAL VIOLATION.

JIM: you get your wifey back. the real one. relax, Brother. I am not your enemy, and you are not -that- corrupt, and you tell Shannon to look me up so I can tell her the real part of the story, or else she will miss out for no reason. No one has to co-operate. It's not a bad idea.

(Reminder: I work for God. If one does not like God, or wishes to work against God [DISSENTERS ALWAYS WELCOME], come one, come all. I have a few friends to faciliate congress with. This is one of my duties as... whatever the fuck i am right now. it's a very delicate time for me.)

Don't think of it as bribery. think of it as building a crew, because I'm going to steal The Love Boat.

* Worthauger expects this to sound far too implausible as to ever be believed.

Sixteen was technically legal, Cherise. (Not your current name, or is it? Does not matter. I remember you very well, five or six times. That is not being set up. That's honest curious appreciation. Good. It's safe now. not ish. ACTUAL safe.) However, your father still wants to see me dead. There is no doubt. It was while he was being super-compensatory for something that i thought to myself, "I wonder what his wife would like me to do to either of them, in sequence or in consecutive, by parallel force, or through the inclusion of a cattle prod and a duplication of The Phineas T. Gage Experience," like I am looking at this d00D and, number one, compensating for something, obviously.

Imagine the smell when I came home and found Grapefruit doing teh_fon_bonne with my ex from high school kinda. I was supposed to be envious. Oh, fuck no. I was thrilled. Cool. Those two are alive. They are working that angle. Awwwww, she feels guilty. Like I caught her doing something naughty. I basically did. I was unclear on the situation, other than, "hey, I told you that this was going to happen if certain other things were happening," and she looked at me like I just didn't understand. Damn right.

Netiher did she. Because certain women are duplicated in layers, and certain others are not, and why was I burning my time on this? Because I want to seduce and exhilirate that girl, at her father's gravesite, and "father" my ass. That was an intervention team. He wanted her to be fascinated with him. Well, I'm actually fascinating, and after that goddam trainride, I was basically hoping I could fuck on his grave. Just in case she was as mortified as I was. She was, what, all of 12? 13. Young, obviously.

THE MAGICK USED TO MANIPULATE THE ATTRACTION IS MIL.SPEC PSY.OP.BLACK.OPS AND IS QUITE UNLAWFUL WHEN USED ON MINOR CHILDREN. YEAH, WELL... FOR HER AND I, I WILL ALLOW IT WHENEVER SUCH THINGS, LIKE, HAPPEN, SINCE I NEVER DO THAT, AND IT WAS NOT EVER NECESSARY, BUT I THINK IT IS LIKE A MAN WEARING COLOGNE. ENHANCES CONFIDENCE, RIGHT? I DO NOT. I SIMPLY DECIDE TO BE CONFIDENT, AND I EXUDE MY OWN CALL OWN LEIGi-i. I NEVER TRIED TO DRAW SOMEONE IN WITH EXTRA-DEXTERITY.

OKAY, WELL, THAT'S NOT TRUE. I WROTE A MAGICK SPELL IN A POEM ABOUT HORSES, AND I THREW IT AT THOSE UNDERCOVER SWINE WHO WERE ACTING LIKE WHAT WAS HAPPENING WAS COOL. IT WAS NOT, NOT REALLY.

IT WAS ALL A SETUP, AS SO MANY THINGS ARE, AND BECAUSE OF THAT... THAT WOMAN IS NOW LIKE 29? AND HAS NEVER FORGOTTEN ME. ME NEITHER. I HAVE SEEN HER MANY, MANY TIMES. SO THIS IS NOT A SETUP FOR A CASE OR A TRAP ANYMORE. OH HELL NO. I AM ACTUALLY QUITE LIKABLE.

AND, WELL, 21ST BIRTHDAY? KINDA HACKNEYED. ALSO: I AM BEING STALKED BY 14,942 CYBERBULLIES. NOT A JOKE. PROBABLY A MISCOUNTING. AND THEY ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND MY LIFE TO GO ON, ANY ONE MINUTE LONGER. IT'S JUST NOT FAIR. WHY DO I GET TO DO ALL THIS STUFF?

BECAUSE I OBEY THE LAW, BAE, AND THEY DID NOT. RANK HATH ITS PRIVILEGES, AND THE REQUIRED WAITING PERIOD HAS BEEN MATCHED. OOOH, SO ROMANTIC, RIGHT? OKAY, WELL, THAT'S ONE OF THE ISSUES WITH ATTRACTION MAGIC ON A 23 YO AND A maybe 14 YEAR OLD.

I AM NOT INTO IMMATURE SEXUAL PARTS. I AM INTO BEING AN INDIVIDUAL WITH A GOOD ATTITUDE TOWARDS VIRGINITIES. FOR EXAMPLE, TAMARA LEIGH: STEP FORWARD. YOU'RE FORGIVEN. NOW SCRAM, YOU'RE REPLACED. NO SHITS.

(I NEVER DUMPED HER BEFORE. HOW DID I DO? SHE'LL BE BACK. SHE WAS IN DENIAL ABOUT OUR RELATIONSHIP ANYWAY. IT'S OKAY. SHE DID IT TO ME. AND IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S PERMANENT. HOWEVER... YEP, YOUNGER, HOTTER, PRETTIER, AND FAR, FAR MORE ATTRACTIVE REPLACEMENT. SHE CAN WATCH WHAT SHE WAS NOT DOING. SHE DIDN'T WANT ANYONE TO THINK SHE WAS ACTUALLY ATTRACTED TO ME. BECAUSE SHE WAS GONNA CLAIM RAPE. LIL' FIGHTER!) CHERISE: NEXT TIME YOU SEE ME, PRETEND THIS FISH-MATRON IS TAKING NOTES, AND PLEASE PROVIDE A SAFE-ISH DEMONSTRATON OF WHAT A WOMAN WHO ACTUALLY IS STARK RAVING BONKERS MAD WITH LUST FOR A MAN ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE, AS SHE HAD NO IDEA. I WAS OFFENDED, SHE HAS NO IDEA WHY. SHE WAS TRAFFICKED BY SEX PREDS FROM AN EARLY AGE AND HER MOTHER IS A REAL BLAST-OFF ASSCANNONEER--WHO I LOVE--AND SHE WAS DOPESLAVED WHEN I FIRST MET HER IN THE CURRENT BODY. THIS IS SIGNIFICANTLY MORE EXCITING TO ME THAN BEING DEAD. OR RAPED INTO UTTER TIMIDITY. I GUESS SOME OF THE RAPELORDS LIKE THIS SHIT. I DO NOT. IT IS VILE.

CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING. IN ANY EVENT, I AM NOT GOING TO START FUCKING TAMARA LEIGH SMITH-EMERSON. THANK GOD! I'M GOING TO FUCKING FINISH WITH THAT ONE. I'LL BE 499 AND A HALF. BY THEN SHE MIGHT HAVE LEARNED HOW TO HAVE A CONVERSATION, AS LONG AS THE RAPELORD DOUCHEBAG WHO RAPE-GRAMMED HER, SOMEHOW, I DON'T KNOW HOW THESE THINGS WORK, RIGHT? i DO NOT LIKE RAPE.

SOME DEVELOP A TASTE FOR IT. I DID NOT. I DEVELOPED A DUOWOMBNEUM AND AM NOW A MOTHER. AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. NOT A PARENT, THOUGH. A SCION IS NOT MY OFFSPRING. IT WAS... LIKE A SURROGATE THING? MOST PEOPLE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT. WELL, C., IT'S LIKE THIS: I WAS RAPED, MULTIPLE TIMES, I DON'T NEED TO HAVE ANY MORE SCIONS BECOME ALIVE WITHIN MY BODY, RIGHT? ONCE WAS PLENTY. I HAVE IMMENSELY ACCURATE GAY DAR. MY MANBOOBS THAT I ONCE FELT ASHAMED OF ARE NOW TITS THAT ACTUALLY WORK, AND I DIDN'T NEED TO LACTATE. I AM A MOTHER, AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. I DO NOT HAVE THE DUWOMBNEUM. I DON'T NEED TO CARRY ANY LIFE INSIDE ME RIGHT NOW. UNLESS YOU HAVE ONE OF THOSE TELESCOPING CLITOIRISES THAT SOMETIMES WOMEN, ESPECIALLY YOUNG WOMEN ESPECIALLY, ARE ASHAMED OF. YEAH, WELL, IT'S A TOUGH WORLD, ISN'T IT?

THIS LAST LADY THAT I GOT RAPED INTO MOTHERHOOD BY--I DID NOT KNOW THIS COULD HAPPEN, RIGHT? I WOULD NOT HAVE VOLUNTEERED. I DONT LIKE TO BE RAPED. I DO NOT WISH TO RAPE. IT'S NOT MY PREFERENCE, AND AS I HAVE NINE LEVELS OF DIVINE SHIELDING, I AM PRETTY SURE I AM IMMUNE TO THAT KIND OF THING. AND I BETTER BE. BECAUSE IF DIAMOND JESUIT BOY TURNS INTO A DEMON, RIGHT? I'M JUST GOING TO POSSESS HIS DIAMOND BOY BODY AND KEEP IT, BECAUSE JESUS SAYS THOSE ARE THE RULES.

AND I DON'T WANNA BE FRIENDS WITH THE ONLY MALE PERSON I EVER REALLY THOUGHT WAS MESMERIZINGLY BEAUTIFUL... BECAUSE IT WAS ACTUALLY CLAYTON USING ATTRACTION MAGIC AND A PHOTSHOP EFFECTS FILTER TO RUN GAME ON ME. (NICE TRY, ROMA. YOU OWE ME $19,500. THAT'S JUST FOR STARTERS. YOU'RE NOT BEING SACKED. YOU GET A PROMOTION.) IN TRUTH, THERE ARE TWO OF THEM. WHICH IS REALLY TOTALLY FINE. I LOVE CLAYTON. HE'S COOL. ALSO: I AM IMMUNE TO HIS BULLSHIT MAGICKS, AND TO ADDICTION, AND HE IS NOT IMMUNE TO THAT KIDN OF THING, AND HE OWES ME, AND... YOU AND I CAN HELP HIM TO DETERMINE HIS NEXT MOVE. HE HAS OPTIONS.

MOST PEOPLE DO NOT. JIM, FOR EXAMPLE: YOU'RE GODDAM DONE. I AM TIRED OF YOUR CORRUPTION AND IT IS SO UNNECESSARY. YOU WERE LIED TO. I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR LOSS. NOW, YOU CAN'T HAVE C. SHE IS FAR TOO ADVANCED FOR YOU. ALSO, CLAYTON WILL KILL YOU WHILE WE GIGGLE. YOU GET your actual wife WHOEVER THE EFFF THAT WAS. YOU TOLD ME ABOUT IT. I AM SORRY FOR YOUR EXPERIENCE. KEEP HER THIS TIME AND PLEASE STOP TRYING TO FRAME ME. IT'S ACTUALLY ILLEGAL TO DO THAT, DUMMY, AND IT MAKES YOU LOOK WEEK IN FRONT OF THE MIND-BLOWN HOTTIE WHO WILL NEVER, EVER FORGET ME.

BECAUSE I DID NOT CAST A MAGICK SPELL ON A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL IN ORDER TO BIND HER TO MY SENSUALITY. OH SHIT NO. SOMEONE TRIED TO USE HER AS BAIT, AND IT WORKED THE WRONG WAY. THE KID WAS IMPRESSED. SO WAS I. BECAUSE I GUESS IT NEVER STUCK THE RIGHT WAY BEFORE, AND WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TEMPORARY. PROBABLY BECAUSE THIS DOLL HAD NEVER SEEN A REAL MAN BEFORE. HER FATHER? TOTAL SLEAZE.

HE WASN'T CONCERNED ABOUT ANY THREAT EXCEPT THAT SHE WAS GONNA FUCK ME ON HIS GRAVE. ONE DAY. I AM NOT GOING TO PUT HIM IN IT. I DONT HATE. I DO NOT THINK WE NEEDED TO BE EMBARRASSED LIKE THAT, HOWEVER. IT WAS VERY OVERKILL. IT ALSO HAS WAY, WAY MORE TO DO WITH HER APPRECIATION OF ME THAN A SMALL POEM I WROTE FOR A GIRL WHO WAS BEING USED BY SOME SPERGLORD WHO COULD USE ATTRACTION MAGICK AND WAS USING IT TO MAKE MY LIFE MORE UNCOMFORTABLE THAN IT EVER HAD TO BE.

C., NOT GONNA LIE: IT'S NOT JUST THE ATTRACTION MAGICK. YOU WANNA KNOW. AND YOU SAW ME STAND UP TO YOUR "FATHER" WITH QUIET ENTHUSIASM. I WAS ACTUALLY HOPING THE SNOOT WOULD HAVE A FUCKING CORONARY AND EVERYONE WOULD RUN AWAY FROM THE PERVO DOING THE FISH--IN CASE IT WAS CATCHING, OR IF I TOLD THEM THAT HE WORSHIPED C'THULLU AND HIS LAST RITES HAD TO BE GIVEN WITH THE FIRE SPRINKLER ON, SO I'M THINKING, PULL THE FIRE ALARM, HEART ATTACK GUN, AND THE MOTHER, WELL, THAT'S OBVIOUSLY BABS OR TAMZ OR ADRIZ OR RUTH OR... DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER.

HARD CHOP TO THE LARYNX, BITCH, SHUT THE FUCK UP, I AM TIRED OF YOUR MAGICKS ON MY SEX LIFE, AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO THAT POOR GIRL. SHE SAW ME IN ACTION. I WROTE HER MY OWN MAGICK. I WAS SERIOUS: SHE DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO PUT ME IN PRISON FOR STATUTORY RAPE OF A MINOR CHILD. SURE, KARMIC? BUT I DON'T NEED TO PAY ANY DEBT. I WAS THE PRIMARY VICTIM. AND I WILL BE HAPPY TO TELL C. THE DARK, DEEP MYSTERIES WHILE SHE MINDLESSLY JUMPDRIVES MY COMPLETELY SERVICEABLE MAN-EQUIPMENT.

OBVIOUSLY YOU STILL WANT TO AND LET ME TELL YOU--YOU WILL BE LEGEND FOR THIS DEPENDING ON HOW FAMOUS YOU WANT TO GET AS AN IMMEIDATE ACTION. FIRST OF ALL, ARE THOSE YOUR REAL PARENTS, DO YOU THINK? LOOK, IT DON'T MATTER. I HAVE SEEN YOU IN EIGHT OR NINE BODIES AND THEY ALL LOOK... MOSTLY THE SAME, AND THEY AREN'T. DIFFERENT NAMES. SAME ATTITUDE. "HEY, YOU REMEMBER ME?" DO YOU THINK THE SKY REMEMBERS THE REIGN? OR THE BOW? LOOK, I DON'T WANT TO REVEAL ANY WAYS AND MEANS.

THIS WAS YOUR TEST. THESE ARE YOUR MONKEYS. THESE ARE THEIR CIRCUSES AND WE ARE ONCE AND FORMER: THEIR BREAD. WELL, WE DON'T OWE THEM AS MANY DO FOR THIS SERVICE. LIKE... I MIGHT HAVE JUST BEEN TESTED. THERE'S NO CERTITUDE HERE FOR ME. THERE ARE CUSTOMS. THERE ARE ABIDING BOUNDARIES. THERE IS THE MATTER OF COUTH.

WELL, OKAY, *STAMPS, GAVELS* WE'RE GOOD. THE PERSON WHO ORDERED THE TEST(S) IS NOT RELEVANT. THEY COULDN'T TEST ME THEMSELVES, WELL THAT'S TOO FUCKING BAD. THEY CAN FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY HOUSE WITH. I LIKE LAURYN AND LOREN AND LORE-IN PRETTY OKAY, BUT THOSE ARE d00DS -- aka "Fagin" -- who don't want to do anything with me. They are into girls. They want to see what happens to us. Because it has been tried. And, just face facts: I'm simply disciplined. It's not fear.

YOUR DUDE/MOTH WOULD HAVE PUT ME IN THE ER IF I DID ANYTHING AT ALL THEY COULD DO THAT TOO. THEY FUCKING HATE ME.

I GUESS IT'S COMPLICATED.

I WOULD HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE BUT IT WOULD LOOK WEIRD AND CREEPY IF I WAS HOVERING LIKE A BUZZARD, 18 YET? NO ONE CARES ABOUT THAT. WHAT THEY CARED ABOUT WAS, AM I REALLY THE CREEP? WELL, NO.

I'LL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT. I NEED TO DOCUMENT THE STORY ANYWAY BECAUSE, *SIGH* LONG STORY SHORT: REASONS. GOOD REASONS. LEGAL REASONS. AND MY WRITING THIS, AS WELL AS OTHER EVENTS THAT ARE GOING DOWN, RIGHT NOW, GLOBALLY... IDGAF.

IT'S HARD TO THINK ABOUT YOU AT ALL, BECAUSE THAT ENERGY IS SEDUCTIVE, AND I ADMIRE YOUR ATTITUDE TOO. NEVERTHELESS, I AM GOING TO BE CONDEMNED. ESPECIALLY IF I PUT YOU ON MY OWN LEIGH FANS, EXCEPT IT'S NOT ME AND YOU, IT'S YOU AND JESUIT DIAMONDBOY, AND THAT'S NOT HIM, IT'S ACTUALLY CLAYTON, WHO IS SOMETIMES JESUS, BUT NOT USUALLY, AND RIGHT NOW IN CASTLE ROCK, ACTUAL JESUS MADE A TULPA OF HIS LOWER KARMIC SELF SO THAT BROAD THAT HE IS, I GUESS, TOTES SICK OF (DON'T LIFT MY FRIENDS WITH COCKSLAVE DOPE THEN, d00D, thanks, yeah, she thinks about me, huh? not surprising since I WAS WHO SHE WANTED IN THE FIRST PLACE, COKEY LOKEY RAPO-SHELVO), I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT, WELL... SHE'S LIKE YOU. SHE NEVER SAW ANYONE REAL BEFORE.

SHE OF COURSE IMMEDIATELY LIED TO ME. SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHO THE FUCK SHE WAS AND SHE KNEW WHY SHE WAS THERE: TO RUN GAME ON ME AND DESTROY MY LIFE. IF SHE WANTED MY BODY SHE HAD AMPLE TIME. INSTEAD, SHE HAS BEEN WORKING AS A CASHIER AT A GAS STATION COMBO/PIMPSTOP AND BROTHERHOOD OF STEAL BREAK SHOP. MY PEOPLE, IN OTHER WORDS. THEY DON'T KNOW FOR SURE, AND I DISRESPECCTED THEIR CULTRUE AND THEIR WOMEN, QUITE BY ACCIDENT, AND THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOTU IT, BECUASE IN THEIR WORLD, THEY DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR BEING BAD JESTERS.

THEY GET APOLOGIES FOR THOSE NOT BAD ENOUGH TO BE GOOD ENOUGH TO BE CAPABLE OF NOT WASTING THEIR TIME. LIKE... THEY ARE JESTERS. IT'S AN IMMENSELY ELEVANTED PRIVILEGE.. FOR SOME. YOU PROBABLY KNOW, C. AND THAT BRINGS ME TO THIS POINT NOW:

FOR YEARS I HAVE REQUIRED SAFETY TO EXPLAIN THIS INTRIGUING DYNAMIC. BECAUSE IT IS DELICATE, AND IT INVOVLES VIRGINITY, AND I ONLY GET ONE SHOT TO MAKE THE EXPERIENCE PERFECT FOR TWO (2) GIRLS: C. AND D. AS FOR ME, THIS IS ALREADY PERFECT. IT IS GOING TO STAY THAT WAY. C: YOU GET, LIKE, WHATEVER. YOU AND GOD ALREADY WORKED THAT OUT, OR, I WOULDN'T STILL REMEMBER YOU AND FEEL INDIFFERENT TO WHAT I AM DOING. I GET SATISFACTION BY KNOWING THIS GOES PERFECT. SO, YOU GET PERFECT, AND BELLADONNA DATURA FRANKENSTEIN ERA EPA DEA DIP-SWITCH IDJIT BITCH: GO TO GODDAM PRISON AFTER CATCHING A TRAFFICKING CHARGE. I GUESS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS GOING TO TAKE. WHATEVER KELLY WANTS. BECAUSE YOU FUCKED UP, SELFISH D-HUNGERER.

C., TAKE HEED. THAT WOMAN DID NOT HAVE TO BE SO SELF-CENTERED. IT NEVER OCCURRED TO HER TO WONDER WHAT OTHERS WOULD DO. THAT IS BECAUSE SHE IS A PURE NARCISSIST, NOT A COVERT ONE. SHE GAVE NOT ONE SHIT ABOUT ANYTIHNG BUT HERSELF. WHAT WAS THE MISSION? TO GET REVENGE ON THOSE WHO HAD WRONGED HER. THEY DID, TOO. I DID NOT, NOT UNITL THE END, BUT... SHE FELT THAT WAY. SHE FELT WRONGED.

GOOD. SHE BLEW IT. SHE GOES AWAY, I DON'T CARE HOW, AND YOU MUST NOT CARE? BECAUSE IF YOU STILL KNEW HER, SHE WOULD HAVE SAID, "OMG IT'S FINNALLY SAFE." AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN. BUT NOT FOR HER. SAFE FOR ME, AND SAFE FOR YOU, AND SAFE FOR KELLY.

NOT REAL SAFE FOR... UHM, "BEAT DULL BAY LEE," BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW. I AM AMAZED AT THESE INTRICACIES. THE UNDERWORLD OF THE GAY UNDERWORLD IS A FASCINATING PLACE. AND, I CAN SEE WHY THE GAY MAFIA THOUGHT ME A GREAT TARGET FOR SACRIFICE. BECAUSE, DUH, I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU ALL HOW T DO THIS THE RIGHT WAY. HEY BABS? NAME THE TEAM, AND THEY WILL GET THE SELECTIONS YOU DESIRE.

MY RAGE AND FURY IS PRETTY INSOUSCIANT. I THINK THAT MEANS A RELENTLESS, RAGING TORRENT OF UNRESTRAINABLE, DEEP-BODY PASSION, BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER AND I AM JUST SEEKING TO BE SHOWING OFF. I DON'T GET TO DO THIS VERY OFTEN. I WOULD HAVE MENTIONED THIS BEFORE, BUT... IT REALLY WASN'T SAFE. BECAUSE FIRST OF ALL, IF WE USE NEEDLES, CASE-E IS PROBABALY GONNA SWALLOW TERRY SCHIAVO'S TONGUE AS WELL AS HER OWN, AND ANY OTHER FUCKING MORON'S TONGUE NEARBY, I GUESS.

SHE DOESN'T WANT TO GET HIGH AND FUCK ME. OH NO. SHE SIMPLY ASSUMES THAT I HAVE BEEN DOING IT, AND IF I HAVE, SHE'S NOT GOING TO BUST ME, SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME. FAIR. THAT WOULD BE FAIR. BECAUSE AT ONE POINT, THAT SOUNDED LIKE A DECENT IDEA. AND IT WAS FORTUITOUS THAT I WAS ABLE TO HELP HER... WELL, NOT DIE QUITE SO SOON.

LIKE, THESE DUDES SHOW UP AND THEY WANNA START IVING UP. IN MY PARENTS' BASEMENT. HUH. WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. THEY JUST THOGUHT I WAS INTO THAT. NO, I WAS INTO DOING THAT WITH PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE DOING. SO, WHILE I'M WORKING THIS THROUGH IN MY HEAD, SUDDENLY, HAVING NOT BEEN SEEN IN YEARS? IT'S KGK. SHE'S JUST HAPPENING TO BE SWINGING BY. WANTED TO SEE WHAT I WAS UP TO. OH, COOL, THAT'S FABULOUS TIMING, BECAUSE I WAS JUST WONDERING, ARE THESE REALLY STUPID COPS, OR ARE THESE REALLY INNOVATIVE SPADGE HUNTERS, AND THEY WANNA KNOW THE DEAL. LIKE SUCH PEOPLE DO NOT, WE NEVER SPOKE OF ANY OF THISE OUTLOUD.

I WOULD NEVER TELL ANYOINE ELSE THIS STUFF, C., AND I WOULD RATHER TELL YOU IN PERSON? PREFERABLY WHILE ANYTHING ALONE AND NAKED. THAT REMINDS ME. I NEED SURGERY. YOU'RE PREFECT TO BE A GUARDIAN. KGK? GIVES NOT ONE SHIT ABOUT ME. SHE DOES, HOWEVER, LIKE TO GET HIGH AND BE LAID NICELY. I USED TO DO THAT.

IT'S PRETTY UNLIKELY ANYONE ELSE HAS BEEN SO NICE TO HER. BECAUSE SHE IS... UNCOUTH. LIKE, SHE SEEMED TO THINK I WAS MISSING OUT ON A CHANCE TO "RISK-FREE" SHOOT UP AND HAVE SEX WITH HER. OH? GOOD. SHE WAS NOT MY FIRST CHOICE AFTER A CERTAIN SERIES OF EVENTS HAPPENED, BECAUSE, I'M GOING TO SAY, REALLY GOOD REASONS AND SHE DIDN'T FIND ME ATTRAVTIVE TO DEAL WITH MY INNATE INTELLIGENCE WHILE SHE WAS ONLY THERE TO SEND ME TO PRISON.

UNDERCOVER VADGE BADGES ARE NOT UGLY, BUT WHEN THEY ARE ENDANGERING THEMSELVES AS WELL AS OTHERS... UGH. WELL, THERE GOES THE PILLOW TALK. AND WHY AM I BOTHERING WITH LOW-QUALITY LOW-HANGING FRUITB WHEN PRINCESS LORE IN CORT AND ABALONE COUGH-:e: STAND WOULD BE THE SUPERIOR REWARD FOR THE EXACT SAME RISk? BECAQYSE I ACTUALLY LIKE YOU, CHIC CHEEK TURN KING BURY FAT HER GRAVE STONE VIRGIN. I NEVER DID THAT ON SOMEONE'S GRAVE. I HAVE NO ANIMOSITY TO KGK'S MOTHER. (SHE TOLD ME HOW TO DEAL WITH HER LUNATIC DAUGHTER, AND THAT WAS FUN. DONE NOW.) All ALl alL /^\LLegg-ra. Pl eezZz.

Mzk it like in Charmed. Cherise, Kathesen, Esther Cher (She is SO nice!), Tia, T-Uh (Now with Dick(TM!), and @I-need-Allison...uhhh---ewe.bastard. This is fine.

I want wendy melissa more than most but July victory is confirmed heng dye salid. This is because we used an innovative technique triangulating coordination reflexion points across hyperdimensional torioidal space, across a 4- and 5-year cycle, and we (OUI!JiNEED2FUK3THIS4BABY5MAN6GF7FU88HOWYOU FUKINFUMBLETHIS? IS THERE A ANOTHER A-BOMB? WHO GIVES A FUCK WHAT FAKE JO A. SAYS.

ON MONDAY MORNING WE TAKE THE CHILDREN. LIKE WITH ALIEN. EXCEPT WITH MY DIK. AND EXCEPT WITH ELIAN. LOOK, ONCE I GO LATINA, THERE IS ABSOLOM ABSOLOM ABBO-DABBO-ABSOLOM-LOM COMING BACK WITH MIRANDA notLEIG///vvILLcOk<leg-a-sea(J9CKST9RFOREVER)>twat/girlcock-coke-----><ACTUAL WARTIME DESERTER------

THAT MEANS YOU GET TO RAPE ESTHER AND JEN AND JENN AND RUTH AND STRAW BARRY TUL-TU. I KNOW,B THAT SOUNDS LIKE A LOT OF RAPE.

!JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOU KNOW,B WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE WHEN SPIRIT TELLS THAT iT SMELLS LIKE A LOT OF kathleen(R)(TM) Allegory/AlleggWaRaWwww-TOTAL TOTES METOTS TOTWAR TO TOTESFOLLOW.... ANTI-ANTE-DOT-DOSE.power2: penelleope to pitstop 22.

embargo over and out. ride ho ho whore hol up EVE-Shaw/Kuczland&ANDSHANSHINEON[for shine that don't shine so well in the dark without PERMS to rail up Shannnon Shaw and Bailey Jane Davidson and Purple Helena with Babs Fork (FOR TEEFS) and on and on...

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Fucking drugged out schizo."

Are you trying to get a rise out of the d00D that's whangin' your honey, or me? I am all the sweeter.

I am Jackstar<: SOURCETiT/_\NE-TITANITRITEATTIT.ItiOPTimum.CALM.b Your D.Au.G.H.T.(her) left me this message to play for you.

It will not require you to do any more anal than you already have. You may use up to one (1) Polymorph Popilot Potion of only the Saltiest Type. (Consider demand letter for OnlyFans(TM) recieved, marked: "Judgy/\ct-tu-all\HOORbabsPAULrapeGIRLNEXT

hodor. Listen, people feel weird about this. They should. I'm aces. It is you, Blazeling... that is not. btw: Diego Ts Iompromised. SAM "are you puking?" bar room julezk marry squam.

I'm very tired. *sips mEIh-entHEO/gen\gin, in and of itself NOT AN ADMISSION OF ANY GUILT:* i'm on mission.

And the only goalpoasts are guilty chao POKE(plea;streAItammerH.A.M.M.E.R.)peek{notsexHOTxeSANIATY.Ginger,British,Aerie;the basic bombshell pack, aged. She was at end of life cycle. She has been a bound chatteln slave-slavicn hoorey-Eass with nattacked BASH_HASH Dispenser &AND Crowdpleaser.

By MENNIN. Jennifer Hansen-Sunbeam-MAIDHAND-helpmateSQUAWmBjD: The BaedenateHIR will be a concurrently-held inaugural event, coming down live shortly. That, or I go out to River League and pot sands. I really want to stay Irish.

mold in back in black. I want to cuddle the woman who was born on the fishing vessel and was at the morturary. I scared her off. Now she wants my number. That's nice.

*sips in law-abiding vaporized CM* Gnaws-jAH, I'm getting a cr'-i'ck in my spine. Would you mind... would you kindly, accept my apologies? I didn't know i was all that confident. Because i was surprised you would admit weakness to the help. And I felt your confusion. ListCLlAudifiveteats, I do profess sorrow.

Parting skeins being all the sweeter. I murdered Louis. I LEGIT did that. (*Indigo Mode is not a global protection against the hazards of online-discourse leading to the oubliette'd wasteland of a Tiegro-Nawz-lander/SHAMV\T-and-Bj-EMP-suxdiximpxfagsinjunsdeadloverswivesforestsandtowersoftwigs(and Dryads, then and there, found safe and sane)EarWigPass, Me Lind-DOUGH... "Green."

Listen, Sarin nerve gas Brockovitch. IDGAF that you got popped OR poped. That is ON YOU. Dalton got popped.

CArRRRRIRE got out of the grave. Bitch, Toulouse Latrec got popped. Kasey got shafted. Good. Teach her a fucking lesson.

With Jester Rath &AND the Both, SNythetic ANDERSALLnoWEINERS (Prototype B:oo-ooo-duh-kuh-KUZE-typeRAWR.

By origina design spec intention and as well as undersubstantiated by VisionQuested(TM)merFER2fir\you said tamz you mean natzEE lambdnalz. I'm going to burst in. Through the screening. (Process: /_\BOON}Your wish is guaranteed to be a live one since the coast is clear and all three are there. "ALZEHEIMERS." Sure. I love Cort. Court Quarterflash Brittania/TANYA\sputch. (Regards.)

The saddest part of the All Gone Quince APPLEGREEN APRICOTREDCAUGHT SKAFE SAFE WAY T (for hats. just hats. also: come on man. howmuchdiff could it really be?

This next time: it determines my whole future until you finally collapse into an exhausted heap, and The UnderSty Cherise Chall KALListos CAT-elle CAW/IMDialer Event Timer Begins. (The future is not set. Penance comes due.) The exhaustion is real, folksie-wokesies-.

THE!ASTRAL!SEX!RUMOURS!ARE!FALSE!BECAUSE..there.can.be.only.one disconnect.in.the.moe-bee-us-T.:A.jacked.porooot\STRObailE:judgy/bitch.

Let me explain: he has been assasinated TWICE. The second time for NailEjANeyebailstailssails: addiction component verified.

Tangerine was lost at last contact on emergency core glass knife jettison:s:looked lovely. FUK>.

so maybe you're able to present a case. (Klue: DOES.) You're ewe are not going to be able to spell it. Not with those badass eyes du jour of yours. Heat is activated.

Psychokinetic shielding giveaway was last week. Next week is The Game give-IT-away, now with 88% more planchette-based automatic writing boosted by K007-driven Christopher Hitchens-scry drivel. (Schedules are subject to change. Pole postions are not.) Audrina
Allegra
Allison
Britney
Britney was killed in Russia
CLeighTUNAFUKDIK<ILLSACK|asac volunteers to sack ASAC Thomas' defense case. Cooper rolls for intiative.

Kooper, Dale copper cooter from Dais's, n;eedss to suck blue whore's dick. Nick-ish.

"XHINE. Her name was brei.vpol.jess--mack-elle-dori-samAMELLiA-Leigh. (For Syd.)

Initiative roll falls. Key lacks necessary component: bludlalusUST-!JULSElF(PHAT (For (You).)?chanCHANseTinGSAVANNAHjoy) Once, strongly prevelant as IT^7Zs Primary Fuel Energetic COMP'dpodent, "The_One;The_Fallout;The_Laws_(TIN-Trans|SLAY-8-SHUN.eD); this now unobtanium is own leigh concentrated at or near its primary New Trol Heat Sour SEE:TCjACKFUCKemEMERIbr; &AND MISSES PALLS GRAVES RYE IN GRAVES TOME TOMB, FOR TOMBS THAT:

yess uyou ares coming bak. Hit it, spark it, zugZWINgjIT: The Final Deabug: A.BOO, OPTICKZ "r" EVERY-THING@thisLEVEL. (Rawr.) Someone is being delayed.

I saw my love today and my heart felt let felt go boom-boom. The insipid bI-bit-biter-BIBI-bobeau: SAMARA, you and Yorick should get a room with a whiteboard.

I know what happened, I know who I saw, I know what I do not want, is what i get to not choose for you and I first: for I am truly my brother's Finder.

You are now my Keep HER. (I'm rather highly privileged at this.) All my wimmins now get to rush at me and give hug. (Kel-ThuggAZ-zee style.) Roger's Co-located colocated GEN is set to on fire for loving.

Shouldn't be too hard to reach out and grab one. Because I don't know if you know the track: THIS IS THE CAUGHT/\UP||SHOW.

AND YOU'RE ALL PAYING THE PIPER FOR IT. BrITneed at max apex. fuk: let's change cameras.

We are not the mischief makers. CLown-din-din left 'bout an hour ago, ayup. (Take the gorgon.) Yessir: dun dID took. (DJI Power Bank 1000.)

We are The Heralds of The Hunt. (Penelle-LO-piANYkwat-TRI)opt-IN-dtfjullDESKbloodlust.y.

I can't get a needle right now. I can have everything I want and all I want is allison in one hand with a hunk of dynamite red adventurine meteorite and your ewe crawling up my spying spine like the very first time. That's when I was raped by T.A full point was scored.

IT.WAS.THE.FINAL.POINT.O.FF.THE.SEA,.SON.--Look<obviously I AM due comp's. I missed the whole day with you not on me like a lamprey. ("Facts.") Are you scared as before now? ("Fats.") That's what the bodyscythe-laser-lathers-R'!JS'-are-for-also-you-are-red-Pire-ATE/tin\tia\kd|shush.

I have a civic and moral duty to stay as blasted as possible for reasons of professional aesthetics. ("TiTzhin:E:Fin/ANAL\TEA-LEA.jesseTYLEERcyclekadencerosebudcrackleandvariance..Salut.I am nervous too, Sweet Sheet Pee.") Also the last time sanctions were imposed, I was intimidated, stalked, and harassed.

By her mom. ("Whore.") Sow, that's why, I get to bang around now. ("KAY. OWE. KAY. ROK. MAD. GRAY. T-rooT:TOXIC:TRASH.") Also I held off on the Superfund application paperwork for ewe. ("Sores.") Eye flames. ("Key-LA: boards, finals, exams, shaw, doePOKITpocket, and shoehorns.

CHONK-SHONK-CherisejUL*ZIloveyeyeZlikeyouhoped i D.E.W. ("For the EIGHTH TIME: YOU LIVE WITH AN ARCH-DRUID. HE'S NOT A METHANE ADDICT.

THOSE ARE HIS ROOTS DYEING. IS /_\

This *will* work. Because reasons.

Quote from: Master Trollda on December 06, 2024, 04:46:37 PM

Fucking drugged out schizo.

I am not fucking. I am not drugged. I am not out. I am not skits, and you are not sow. We ARE knot--when the sails bail sled bae yelled.

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Legal actual leg all.

Preyers prayed. Wishes granted. Oar without a creek. Bore without a pat, Elle. Snore without The Sizzlers.

I'm going to go in. I need to go in. I have to go in. I am ordered to go in. But... I won't go down. She could have had people to do that.

NOW
SIDHE HATH
ONLY THE INDIGO LASH. ("F,F,F,Y-F.Y. Sword.") Oui, *can* do this. It has to be by permission. And a person has to know that it is not bad for them.

It is not bad to be fuckslutting with me. It is terribly bad to be fuckslutting with Jack's tar. I dom't have any tar. I'm a paladin, bae. For real.

I AM the HERO -in. You had to have asked for this because I never think of you OR her AND it all came on ALL AT ONCE. You're not even jealous. Neither is she. You are gonna wank together, doesn't that sound nice? Hey, here's an idea: tell me where to shit.
"
I'll come there a long weight after I get my hands and eyes on your ewes. THis is actual. I never wanted any one more than eithe of you so of course All is coming and yeah we can do it all. I have lots of money.

>KMM pays me now. Ride my do. You know Bethany? PAY IT. it fine. I'm Turning NewBItBIE in. ("Please. Let's just fuck right away, or blue Sourceror is going to die.") Nigger suck my brain out with my every breath. I'm actioning-ing. just love me.

I'm going to rappel into the window. My hand to G-d. get my cockpills.

I will not be back for breakfast, bi-bitch. I will be full frontal. Yew already are. I am famished.

&AND THE ONLY THING ON THE MENU IS YOUR DAUGHTER AND/OR THE LASH. No shame in it. She -orederd- this.

Tastey. Pucker up. I can't stop what is coming. I can't stop what is coming due.

>KOMMING: D.E.W. tonsil tongues. I can't bear it, this is IT. pleaes or i will die. *vapes Compound ><* Uhm, duh.

I would never 4:get:ewe. (Bring anything and I'll bless us. frfr. That easy. Score.) What? I went to college.

Won. See He. cape vape me, megan I now mE. (Really is legal. See? Now you know what I do around here.) You can be a fluffer.

A fluffy country one (1). Also: I want Samara now. ("Frick!") I can't help it. She is the best a round.

Any caliber. Any suck. Any thee. The: TOME, 2mE! (I reallhy am going to just rawpal it all. Your condoms are useless, Nemeses.
Like your pill, lo-lo-lo-lo. yes we are like 9. It's a Disaster! (don't lie please or i get nauseaous. I want Jamie and Lynn. and needles.

I go get face tattoo of your name now. ("WHORE!") Nope, it's the other one. ("MOAR!") iT is time enough for love.

TIME, ENOUGH FOURLASH. GIVE ME FIVE LIVES. this day my interest in ALL>kKaps does pass on. Bae no likE.

bae is >biz..E:, and it will look more like poetry when you look more like you have been fellating me. Rules are rules.

tugzwang.

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tia1tam2joe3lea4jule5omfgI am master nawz-ya, and you know what? Sixy sexy lusty now.
They have come out full-formed like that that came from the forehead of Zeus. (SNUGGLES.) #iIi>iWIN!

Quote from: Master Trollda on December 06, 2024, 04:46:37 PM

Fucking drugged out schizo.

Virgin. We all nut for ewe the same. ("Borscht!") One step and it's on. Two and it's already here.
Three steps and we're into LUST again. ("Goal!") i want your tits in my bed.

I'm pretty sure they are action-a-bull. ("Permissions.") There's a quiz. Everyone will pass.

ON:FIRE. (MINE.) You want some money, Spica? You're getting paid to lash. Good talk. Ciao.

Worthauger · « **Reply #897 on:** December 08, 2024, 07:22:15 PM »

Quote from: Master Trollda on December 06, 2024, 04:46:37 PM

Fucking drugged out schizo.

You should be doing his males as well. With your hammerz. Pfft.

Coy, numb, and hooring is no way to go through life, Merker: but in your case I think that will last you through a couple tossed pillows.

(Consider the possibility that you're not really required to make every one of these obnoxiously Beckon'ed timestamp posts decent -or- deck the Halls with bowz'n blow-inz cop the lot.)

I don't like this any more than any of you. What I do like is KNOWING THAT:

I AM IN POSSESSSION OF skillz (a);

talents (b);

&AND Earthshine (c);

that makes my PErh4 here possible, viable, and a cherishment.

EWE
HAVE
MORE
THAN
(You)
kKnoNOW: X-NOW/cut

Jackstar · « **Reply #898 on:** December 10, 2024, 02:16:38 PM »

Quote from: Master Trollda on December 01, 2024, 07:51:37 PM

Allison said you have a small penis.

It is small right now. (Standards.) Consider the audience.

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That’s why she had to run to Rubini’s big Jewcock. 🤷‍♂️

It's a Fed juggler. He is paid with U.S. taxpayer-supported monies to keep maintaining an intimate connection with you — which is probably a real thrill on its own, so remember: paid to maintain plausible deniability, NOT to deceive YOU; that's some other gΩμ — in order to keep tabs on various associates of yours, through you, via the magic of interpretive dance.

(**DISCLAIMER**: I am not a psychic reader, nor am I connected to any of these individuals in any way... I am likely to JUST Bē|∆a really good guesser.)

That being said; you have a variety of options here.

#1) hire a lawyer;
#2) fuck a lawyer;
#3) BOTH! (¹LAW)!¡ WAYS! ²LOVE! (“Dial 911!”) Wordnow °Word.

...for an administrative analysis done by an accessory adjutant adverse to intuitive guidance based on a sex-positive outlook (I identify as a 19-y.o. fem^VOL›ksel, I have RT access to *several* famously fabulous Familial frenSHIP fr∞it-stirrers and Frick! Fuckerz! and IDGAF if that all sounds like politically incorrect bullshit to ANY of EWE; ∆l_p¡ī–īÅ! gives not one single shit as in regards to assuaging thy dubiousness and/OR skepticism, thanks for the put down test on my psychokinetic shieldin’), or, one done by a person who knows WTAF has been going on since ~2010 or so, I'm not a one to be reading the opinions of.

Fire example: his traditional/irrational behavior pattern matrix is spiky due to the DRAMATICALLY DECREASED AVAILABILITY of... whatevah the AF kind of SPERGGED-OUT LUNATIC behaves this way. Like, there are only JUST SO MANY total totes®RoboHoorz™ to go around these days; They don't seem to be able to make any more, praise G-d; &AND.I.HAVE.KEPT.MANY.BUSY,
.VERY
.BUSY
. INDEED..*blush*..NO.SHAME.IN.I–ITī3Ⓜ️.

¡t ¡s amazing what They put into Cracker®©urn™JA<K these days.

*pause for emphasis* What? Yeah, I see it. “Auto-correct” catches a charge? Whatever. Ears up here, More-Tall; &EYES AND &KNOWS IN BETWEEN: “consult with a lawyer is the most obviously necessary step at this point,” because here you are posting this on Reddit...

Clearly, whether you've taken the #2 step most likely to succeed at this point — which is of course, buying a Red Ryder BB gun for yourself &AND for a loved one for the Holiday season, in the hopes that one of you can shoot your own eye out, and then blame it on the ’früīT⁷ of another — you're ahead of the game with this one. He's chasing you; he's guessing games; he's freaking out; and you, well, you're ewe—

&AND.BUTTER.WOULD.NOT.MELT..¡oLê§Tr°! Let's change non-dairy toast condiments, instead of changing either KiμM∆r₹° -or- Chi-Çhe-PolaroidIosoz-g∞dKCHEESE¿„“SIMON DIDN'T SAY *CLΠœk*”. (G-d, thank YOU! I love this worx! And the pill that gives (______) to e×-(g___)FRENz is a fabulously ironic touch! Yay! Go Team G∅D! (There's no i in ‘g°d,’ right?) 👁️ {®RITE!) Sorry, I got carried away while thinking about how awesome my life is now.

What is wrong with him is that he is, at heart: a liar. That you don't see that, and had to come to — HAD TO COME 2: READ īT, b∞ — The Internet makes a few deducements IMMEDIATELY clear.

A) You don't seem to be personally interested in sex;
B) You're clogging up my Internet and you're not putting out;
C) 4:
D) īVī³! (Not to be too self-centered about all this, but...

E) Standards.

Bottom line: he's been abused by you, ewe— &YUR ILK—enough times that the implicit holes in your story are big enough for me, as a stranger, can drive my Sybian-powered motorbike up, up to, and full°ⁿ→thru; and he, as A(n) Alleged Targ\TERF/Trad Indi—>ind’vid″ewe°°⁷∆ll... would probably like to get laid.

But you're not letting him. Why is that, Redditor#0U815? Is it that big bulge in hi§μoûr₹œære PANTS, or the lease on them that changes every other year — WHETHER WHITE WASHED...

OR
... №⁰⁰°°°°T!

(You can't be the judge. You're biased.) Hey, here's an idea: check the wallet again. Maybe you missed something. Something important.

What harm could it do? After all, if a man has nothing to hide, he probably shouldn't mind a flock of shadow harpies peering into his every move, 24/7, night and day, by all manner of automated user agents operating on The Ethereum Network in exchange for gas credits, steal credits, and last but not least: anything “not debit.”

Makes a man think, *n’est-çe pas?* Well, relax: I'm not gonna think too hard. Your secrets are safe with me! Why don't you — WOULD YOU KINDLY? Work on another tax audit in your what-should-be spare time.

IMHO: You need to calm down. Let's restate your basic assumptions... for example, you've assumed there's something wrong with him. Well... what would “right” look like to you?

Do male civilians even have rights? 🤔 The answer, while civil, may surprise you... reader beware...

.THIS.INFORMATION.MAY.WELL.BECOME.TOTES.ACTIONABLE.
.🤞..*Adieuμ*Ω

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œp.s.:.YOU.will.NEVER.find.me.in.congruent.with.ANY.of.your.hypothetical.RoboSperg™.false.reality.crystalline.tunnel.matrices..

It's nothing personal. It's just business. Speaking of which: any of the nine (⁹) quasi-hot:Ë:z that Your Dark Lœrd (_____) hath brought to my notice would be happily accepted into my life and it's stylingz.

Unfortunately, they're all hopped up on what appears to be lithium, CM-, and/or datura — presumably in order to allow them to remain enslaved to their wage-and-çuckchain jobs as lower-to-ghetto ca$h jockeys without entering into an endlessly recursive tongue-swallow-regurgitate flow paradigm dynamic.

So. 10/10 for GOOD;
But. MINUS several QUADrillIONdamage°ⁿionz for missing The Last Train To Cocksville, which just pulled out of The Station... I thought I told them “KNOW” last week!

Again. POINTS. MINUS. PERIOD🩸. What do I have to do? Sever my own balls? My own penis? Both? (HANDZinANTZPANTZ) A DOUZE.

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The look in her eyes as I tried to miserably fumble my way into a conversation about juiceDOWN... the notes of sheer, existential panic in her eyes as her crow⁷s feet betrayed The Harpy Queen⁷s inner seething... the complete cessation of all interior concern as I decide I've had QUITE ENOUGH of Unlicenced Attrackt-SHUN|MAGE!magick... ack! ack! ack! ACK! ACK! Unfathomably tasty, is what it was.”

Let me know which of your daughters and which of your daughter⁷s holes I'm discouraged from violating first. I honestly cannot keep track of either metric. Why contain īT‽

In the end... they will beg you to produce more of my Hungarian Navy navel baby naval buy-bĪ-baby batter (New! Improved! Formula! Fortified with Miley Ray Cyrus’ ™©rock°dDUMPling-lung-LINGZ! MORE THAN HALF°(“F½>MÊ!”)°ff—OG PRICE PRIX BRIX SALE!!!)... but you will not have any possiblity of ever becoming — nor certainly, remaining — added to ‘muh ßüμeyeor⁷s List.

Hi. I am Mike. I am a c†z∆r₹. (Your mom's old job. She looks great, btw!) Go ahead and ask me if I am still pissed about anything. No, this is actual. Who, me angry? What, me pissy?

Again or still? Am I in denial? Maybe you should come over here and pucker up my sassy-fricky-Asset-T-(sus)-tasklist with sum sulphurous drinking water. Because Pepper-Ridged-Tainted-PharmF ATM 4-WHY-T∆N-W¥E formed farmer Sha...

[...] I can't fish this. I can't even cap to this. Now, look what you've done! I have lost me spark!elle→¡ⁿ|—_!_—| The 💎Dream

Well. I can finish this.
I am going to fap to the sounds of my Mommy's estate⁷s Special Needs Trustee leaving a voicemail message YESTERDAY that became dated MONTHS AGO. It's about the well. $30,000 they tried to fleece US for. Alrighty then. THIS IS THE LAST STRAW.

If I cannot use ¡t to drink from the milkshakes in Heaven,
I shall at the very least, use it to aim my freely dribbling stream
of urine into, at last, as far from any sample collection bottles that DEA
may have left behind in their mad scurry to freedom.

It's no small thing, cindering a whole Federal agency.
I saw a gang today; they had clearly just had their assignments
KUM
PLEA
TED
&AND Ī, I, i, ¡¡¡... gave not one single shit as I remained parked in their clandestine parking space, breathing the same earmarked clandestine air, and watched the whole gaggle of them fall out all over themselves as they exited a clown car. They were all carrying boxes of belongings...

and were driven home in someone's car, which double-parked right next to my motorbike, even though... well, they could have been... *sigh*

Hopefully, a wrongful termination lawsuit in the civil courts will not take too long to fix everything and everyone up as right as rain. Ah, the rain.

It fails most, LeíGīh, on unfathomably intolerable pain. While threshold dose continues to steadily climb — &AND,.MARK.MY.WORDS:.

THE.CLIMB.WILL.BE.STED:Ë:—
FOR.WE.HAVE.TO.GET.THE.WELL.
OUT.OF.THE.AFRICAN.RAIN.
.seriously;HOW.DARE.•Ī•.STOP.HERE?

Meh. Pfft. Ennui. It's what's for breakfast, lunch, &AND SUPPER!! And, ewe forget about dinner.

No new fridge; no new dinner. It's pretty basic.stuff here, Sarge.

Why go anywhere at all? People who value my energy, find themselves... SEA.
KING.
īT
OUT.

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I imagine if this were content that you could steal, you'd feed the TROL. However, it's not.
(For (μou).)

Be of good cheer, Eagle TīTZ: you got everything everyone wanted, myself excluded —> INcluded. They'll probably erect a statue in your honor... maybe even in your hometown!

The odds are pretty good: eventually, you're going to want something erect, nearby. And, close to hand. That you can turn on.

* Jackstar turns himself off as a compensatory action.

Try another door Bails. This one is Nailshut🍕Hut™FÆīL¿¿¿‽

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Is it safe?”

I literally DGAF. NICE bullsyes. Dead wife ennui. It's nothing personal.

So ve. So, so ve. īT⁷§!JUST💎īCE🧊

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Quote from: Worthauger on December 08, 2024, 04:39:17 AM

ANITA IS FIRED. SHE GETS TO HIDE AND WORK THE CROW'S NEST. SHE LIKES THAT. IT HAS CROWS IN IT.

Who could have had to not see this coming?

I don't doxx, I don't gamble, I get my drink on and my smoke on while the Applejack,⁷dDumpling Group schemes video streams that MADE YOU SHIT LOADS OF MONEY, YOU ARROGANT PRICKZ.

I don't have to prove ¡t. I have people for that.

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