Daridee

[Jackstar]

typical resistant mental patient

I'm at the place where I no longer have any interest in discovering what drives your vicious animosity and dim, boorish loathing. I am sure you have your reasons and I am sure I would not find them typical. I've never met someone as convinced as you are that I should be ostracized. That always worked so well before.

The example of your behavior cause me to reconsider my life choices. Your revulsion is an embarrassment, and I'm displeased to uncover the only context for your ongoing snorefest of droning hate is that you're unwilling to support any potential rival to your circle of sheer Gamma power. I think of the time I've spent writing and I cringe to think I've ever looked as sleazy as you do. (I imagine you see bashing your friend's annoying mirage from the past as sophisticated.) I've had it with you and by all means be pleased to know that you have succeeded in scattering my fantasy of writing words on a forum while observed by churlish, mewling brats and hooligans to well beyond the seven seas and the reach of their tides.

Your emotional baggage and its assorted weights of contempt towards mine have caused me to realize the following: yeah, no shit, your friend doesn't want you to see me associate. You're a vile, pathetic sub-pimp of a man and as I look back over the years I realize that the great draw in being seen as impressive by you is that you aren't instantly, always, 100% abusive and cold bricks to the face. I guess the main trouble here is that you see no added value in what I write unless it matches your rigorously chosen scale, whereas I find--found--you to be pleasantly warm and familiar stikes of letters against the off-white literary landscape.

That's all changed. I see now that you and that_woman are simply emotiveless harpies are coupled together in a shambling, pathetic race of tree legs and I can't imagine now what you find exultant in the world. it just staggers my imagination that you think yourself in any way a conduit for energy and ideas to flow freely about anything but hate and how to apply it with the brush broad enough for you. Essentially I see you as pure, vile jealousy--it's not enough that an attention that literally existed not at all for twenty years once again suddenly sprang from the from the spring rock... no, dammit, that water's flow was ground out to dust for a reason, and you know what? it has. I'm sure I don't want this, and I'm not sure she's better than this either.

No sample data given. How would I know? She's probably afraid to be nice to me in public for free of what cruel and snide poetry involving cruel and snide twats you might come up with. I am sure it would be cutting, just as any actual ice twit would be in a similar circumstance would be. In any event your relentless disgust for all things "Jacky" (you're the only person who uses this name and you know what? it doesn't look good even on you) has just extinguished the last spark of life to be found within this decades-dessicated dusty husk. You have taken the miracle rebirth (T, you're actually alive! Yay!) and slathered it with the Miracle of Whip (*splops sugary sweety mayyo* on my phone "call me when you're done licking this clean, if you have to wait until all your fat melts if can force you to") and left me with what amounts to a clay statute with legs of shut up and eyes of I can't look at this sad, pathetic lonely wretch of a individual any longer.  I am pleased to know the truth: you and your wax-shop quartet of thug butch-bullies set me up to fucking fail, and they (not at all sad to see me go, they didn't waste any time in grieving your loss) and you were simply besides the whole-how-dare-they-of-themselves, that some latest_hot_mark of their_own_grooming planet had the_nerve, how dare I, how absolutely dare I... call your fuckin bluff.

Well if you had told your intimate plans actually to actual me instead of your virtual gang of mewling sycophantic cretins wearing well-fitted belts with little lions and tigers and bears with little spikey thuggie collars hand-machine-pressed into their neck, excitedly giggling while droning on and giggles on and tittler and on in very fine TeeHee penmanship for weeks-nay, months on end, while en route to the payoff moment for you--let me remind you--when you arranged to covertly and intentionally and sneak up on my year-younger and immensely inexperienced id of identity, and then: The Pounce (finale)-get the fluid, got the fluid, GOT THE LIFE. Now, spin him up at the right moment, throw me (him) into a clothes closest without due clothes, and watch/hear them go round and around until WE, THE ELITE, WE SHALL IMPRISON THE BEAST, UNTIL HIS STUBBORN REFUSAL TO COME HAS BEEN KNEADED AND BEATEN OUT OF HIM. I can seriously just see it all in my minds' eye, easily. What else were you going to do? gobbling speed every day, yeah, I bet you don't want to get high now, and believe me, now neither do I, it doesn't feel good to be high above the view of the path one treads to take to the point these nosebleed seats become seeds of nobody's totesdestruct but mine... I mean look, it was either get fucked once and then gross forever, pass once and then remorse forever. What was I supposed to do? Wait for you? There was no assurance that these times were even really actually happening, and I'm looking around, and I SEE ... yeah yeah, they really actually weren't. It was an opportunity for me to analyze the Prime battlespace in a single hot glimpse and change all possible tactics forevermore in a *blink* oh, now, TWAT's a PORTAL, yes, lettuce, knot goin there, CABB-AGE instead, set sail for the future beyond those first few puny starfish. It's just a suggestion but these heel losers are filled with nothing but hatred and bile and loathing and more than a little pure billy-goats' bloating. There truly is more for you in life than this now--in the time you watched me write this, you could have watched me start the boring, slow, and tedious process of turning all these knobs on my cock bottler, off and on again. I only pray that Life more appeals more to you for your child than it does for this rattler finktask Master. (I say (only pray) because it's not that it would be too easy with Sourcery... it is that I am simply too splishy three easy 4x4 to play without it.) Fuck that guy, /golfclap, I'll just go buy a Playstation Five. It's just easier than finding any buttons at all to turn on anything The_Quincunx Quartering Array might have even left with-or-on me that might ever match up on-or-to the seventh heaven level of your great and glorious past behind. K-Dubb: no hard feelings, none whatsoever. *die_hard_Knacken* What an 8-ball behind that douchebag. S8D!!! I thinks he's sick but in excess, dicks more than six are not likely to be ships worth sinking to that level, let alone having ate at one. (And I literally would rather die than ever ask that for that hatespawn long after now, ever again, NEIN NEIN NEIN, the two (2), both (2), times (0) seriously, in total in previously, I don't tink it was hurt falt, not at all, although I wonder if any of the 711 times in a van down by The River with the leprechauns and their strangers' effluvient into the back ground and it's noisy cover were ever been so poignant as that one time in the Company Story: Aged Box Set sound stage and part-time Boy Scout sleep over Toy Pup Tent were to have ever been was.

pate: keep your soul and the change. maybe put a garnish in that swill you call as a beverage to pour for once, or twice when you need a Krispy CRISPR. (I know how easy this can be, yeah you should consider yourself blessed, for it was for you and not she, nor even for me, that I were to have ever have came so afar to be found by and tarred by Thar_Jew.

What exactly was bad about my past five years?

Nowhere, not even Glenn Close 2: EEEEE.... nough-of "The_Rubini". He Had all the "it's all been a dream" chemistry of K_Dubb, and... uh, I foregot. Tired now, Broad. Call for nape, come on jugular. I don't hate you and I never did or catch some knot disease did I, I just could not stand to watch you pass over me and fall over from just one puff of them guys' bowl'n'shit. Imagine the smell of The Superbowl, I'd have to, Allison "Mine All Mine Mine? NEIN NEIN NEIN" didn't even teach me how to fucking make fucking French toast. She wanted me to drive 5,000 miles just to learn how to concoct 1of5 chunky dandy LION soupy tea--AND PAY FOR US ALL, WE TOLD YOU TO -SHRIEK MAGGOT-. (In retrospect, nature of the examination she had a legitimate need to keep on the d.l. is obvious, just as equally so, after all that, when I was less than willing to keep shelling out perfectly good money after perfectly bad acting--"why the fuck are either of us taking this class, she could obviously teach fucking as well as fucking teach its entire rote of Fisher-Price content to any 2hoor3 of us, including that toteshotty who keepsTOWER looking/glancing/frontin' that she's not TOTALLY NOTESTAKEN TOWERLOST: oh, duh. That's why. Fuck me babysteps, put my dox in your books as (SUSPECTS: (you)WANTS_TO_COOK_STUDY_HARD_JUSTRYNAGETBY_WHOMEBLACKLISTED? + (me)WELL_KNOWN_KOOK_4_SURE_WE_KNOW_HIM_TRUST_US_WE'RE_LIONS_Y_WOOD_OUI_LIE_BET_HE'S_GONNA_BE_TROUBLE_TOO_WATCH_HIM + (WatchemOui!)WOW_TAKING_NOTES_NP_HOW_DID_WIFE-OF-COMMANDER_GET_HIM_DON'TLETHIMGETAWAY_"I've taken this class 300 times and I still take notes *scribble scribble punctures palm perimeter_walk* and I still love a good nature walk around the cock tonight if the surveillance cameras don't detect oops figures AIDSbye! + babysteps drive really fast (adrenaline!) really far from home (MOAR adrenaline NEEDLE stashed IN_CUPBOARD! *SLAM* Yeah, Lady, I'll get all the doors for you, just like it says in all these successive forum posts claiming they all know where the junkie is easy to spot he's the one with level zero ink done) INVISIBLE NEEDLES. babysteps don't take pictures of my car where you eat. babysteps don't take pictures of my face where you shit. INVISIBLE NEEDLES. babysteps don't make obvious faces of the pictures in my mind of the shit you expected you might, one day, if you really needed to escape from the consequences of your totesoutrageous totesd totesp TOWERMANAGE FALLAPARTMENT HIDEY HOLE.... Frick! I need a new safehouse! Jaaaack.... buy me a new saaaaffeeehouse... by buying this oooooolld one? What do you mean, "NO"? FUCK YOU I'M GONNA TRY TO KILL YOU BY HITTING YOU ONE (1) TIME AND BOTH (2) CHOKES", Art, I swear to God... if you ever need to retired that one, don't send Ramona--dead -or- alive--without two backups, a tree for cover, 5NIPER5 (Five live, and one coming back dead, or (HALF) dead HEHE) a pair of Rubina "Fuck Me" pumps to *click* together, to get her back from the future, because I'm telling you, I am telling you AWL:

This chick might be so dainbread she looks like... she can't even *blink* but: EYE HAVE SEEN WHAT THIS POTAWATAMI PEE'n'BONE COLLECTIN' CHICK CAN DO. Seriously. DO NOT underestimator, if she's got a gun, don't eliminator; that's just a tulpa. She was so fuckin' terrified of touching my father's guns, I checked on this, I piled them up awkwardly in front of the woodshed door, like as if it were a trap, see? Yeah, it IS a Courceors Trap, EVEN RIGHT NOW, YOU DIG? Well, no, but trust me, it's an insurance policy. One false move? Why, witch! BOOM. ONE. BOOM PHONE. BOOM CALL.

AND YOU ARE GOING OUT. No, I love her and she has her reasons. I'm not going to report my Father's guns stolen. If she's smart enough to not touch them--not one finger Vasily, not even one--and she was, and she could tell I was baiting her, point by point, and no sir no ma'am, no, loooool NO, KNOW: she did not like that at all. Yeah, she could feel the walls closing in, YOU DIG? No, I think more likely in a woodbox under a weatherproof tarp covered with a few cunning cunting branches--and speaking of cunning branches, the Franches, those cunts, how was that name spelled? Probably like Phoenix. Phore. Something... well, dunno. I asskeyed a couple times but she was NOT interested in teaching NiggerSourceNiggerRAWR anything--I mean, she fucking had Jewel fucking killed, right? Killed her dead. OR--WAIT? WAIT? JEWELS SAYS SHE'S NOT DEAD, SHE'S IN A KINDERGARTEN BASEMENT CUPBOARD, LOOKING FOR MORE ADRENALINE, IT'S WHAT SHE DOES NOW, OH JEWEL--GODDAMIT, SHE TAUGHT MY SPIRIT FAMILIAR TO GO SCROUNGE UP SPIRIT DRUGS. WELL, THAT'S THE NICE THING ABOUT STORING HIGH VALUE POLITICAL PRISONERS ON THE ETHERIC PLANE--STAY HIGH ALL NIGHT, STAY UP ALL DAY, AND DON'T EVER LET KUCZI LEARN THE SECRET TO PLANAR PORTAL MAGICK--NOT ONLY CAN WE NOT TRUST HIM NOT TO TELL ON THE GETAWAY PLAN, THAT'S WHERE WE STASHED HIS CAT'S REAL BODY, AND IF HE EVER FINDS THAT, NOT ONLY WILL WE HAVE TO KILL HIM, WE WILL HAVE TO KILL HIM THERE, RIGHT THERE, ON THE ETHERIC PLANE--THE SOURCE OF MAGICK SMOKED MAGICK SALMON. IF HE GETS EVEN A MORSEL OF THAT SWEET FISHY WISHY SWISHY SPLISHY SPLOOSHY SALMON HIS CAT HAS BEEN GORGING HERSELF ON--SERIOUSLY, THAT CAT IS qUITE THE qOINKER--IF KUCZI GETS EVEN ONE BITE OF WHAT -REAL- NATIVE AMERICAN MAGICK CAN DO--*click*

I can't bear it, yeah it was like that. it was EXACTLY like that. it's not sad, it's pathetic. they take my cat, my car, my dick, my private dick my private dancer, everything, they took everything, even all the way back to my first ex-girlfriend, yeah they take her every night, who knows, they send her to a different casino, a different room, a different set of guards.. SERIOUSLY. You've seen that. YOU HAVE ALL SEEN THAT. Don't let that fag cuddle with that gay. NOT EVEN ONCE. Why? Because he shoots meth, dummy! That's why! (Ed: Time to study, D. RICKSHAW) Oh, Christ, My Former Editor doesn't even know who she is anymore. (Ed: Who said that? I know who you are! YOU HATE ME FOR MY GAY!!!) Well I know when she is anymore, sometime before March 3, 2002. I had no idea whether live or dead and A was keeping up some kind of pretense of increasingly greater and greater tensions. It's not like I asked and kept asking, oh noe. It was the totes, you see. PINK FIVE is the codename some gaylordfag wanted me too h ]]]]]]]]]\\

It was BEYOND obvious you were heading that way -clearly in retrospect, you were way all ready weigh overly- and boy oh boy you're suretitsnot inviting me to anything with/now/that fetid crew of snooty dicks, who knows what's in the heir. (It's Elvis, fuck off, just visiting, we're full.)

Thanks for taking two of the sincerely tenderest slices of time I've ever experienced and shoving them into a box of Tim's old baseball trophies. IDGAF

[Laser]

K-Dubb: no hard feelings, none whatsoever. *die_hard_Knacken* What an 8-ball behind that douchebag. S8D!!! I thinks he's sick but in excess, dicks more than six are not likely to be ships worth sinking to that level, let alone having ate at one. (And I literally would rather die than ever ask that for that hatespawn long after now, ever again, NEIN NEIN NEIN, the two (2), both (2), times (0) seriously, in total in previously, I don't tink it was hurt falt, not at all, although I wonder if any of the 711 times in a van down by The River with the leprechauns and their strangers' effluvient into the back ground and it's noisy cover were ever been so poignant as that one time in the Company Story: Aged Box Set sound stage and part-time Boy Scout sleep over Toy Pup Tent were to have ever been was.

One cool dude "looser than a piece of low hangin' fruit" ...



... put upon by a "wax-shop quartet of thug butch-bullies".

[K_Dubb]

Essentially I see you as pure, vile jealousy

Yes Jacky that is what it is.  I love words -- covet words -- and you have so many of them, while I have so few 

[WORTHAUGERa]

https://news.yahoo.com/disabled-woman-stranded-plane-demeaning-101357473.html


Square Level is in danger, model it. IDGAF

I have so few  :'(

Typical backpedaling lout. Just dance.

[WORTHAUGERa]

I explained this already, there's a point where you just give up and balloon

Not really.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Since you seem to know can you relate the story to us of what actually happened to Jack over the last few years?

I'm told that if I tell you I went to Anderson University, They'll kick me out. Personally I don't see that happening, I am pretty special; not going to take any chance (5) with that one (1) tho. Uugh.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Yes Jacky that is what it is. 

IT IS WHAT IT IS
I AM THAT I AM
5:5

[WORTHAUGERa]

... put upon by a "wax-shop quartet of thug butch-bullies".

Well at least there are five of them and they're not groupies, I can't complain too (2-Threeve) much.

And, I won't. Threeve == T’KROWN

[Jackstar]

Threeve == T’KROWN

It worked, they bought it, they think we're dating. Cybering. Backstabbing. The works. One of the worst performances of my life, who do you think sold that narrative? I'm sure I have no idea.

It even worked when they showed it to (PROT). Allegedly, she's devastated.

How long do you think until she can start paying me? Asking for a friend.

[Master Trollda]

[Jackstar]

I do feel a little bit like Pee Wee Herman, to tell you the truth. I'm kinda in a movie theater. I do, from time to time, withdraw and consume my own essence. /shrug. It's not that big a deal.

I feel like it's probably a hidden joke meant for another person. Like, Trollda and I have very tangential lives. I thought she was dead until 3 months ago. The fact that she's apparently been stalking me for 25 years, non-stop, I mean, yeah, flattering, right? Totes. Also: kinda disheartening.

I mean... paralyzed with fear -how long-? Do you people know what kind of damage that can do to a pysche? I mean, thank god I have cabin fever; it insulates me.

Like seriously tho: I am no threat to anyone. I have been maligned unfairly. It looks like she got raped and hypnotized by the DEA to weaponize rher againt me... like, I am the nicest guy. Just ask anyone.

I don't even need to experience the joys of sexual congress with her. We never did! We dated like 30 years ago! I'm generally plesant in conversation with her! All the splooshing and the steady, unblinking gazing is -a little- on putting, but, as long as it doesn't bother her husband too much , Idont mind. Besides, isn't he still pining away for Grapefruit? I haven't seen that broad in over six monhts. You'd think he could have closed the deal by now. Also, I think the only rape thing happened because the thug DEA asshole forced her into it, vecause... duh, of course she wnt there to fuck, not really my business, and she never took me to police or therapy or nthing, and now I know why, some asshole was blackmailing her into making a fuss about david, who probably deserves proseucutrion... but this was no way to go about it.

Because now I am a phenomenon and I piss o nthem all. I am not pining for anyone: I TALK TO THEM BOTH IN MY MIND ALL THE TIME. Hello? I'm brainy. I developed telepathy so I don't get lonenly. I don't want sex right now: omg no adultery please.

And I don't know what k-dubb's problem was but  ihtin kit telling he had to be a big blustery blowhard instead of addressing my points. Warning: Jackstar knows how to write pretty gud.

And I sandbag a lot. And why yes i would be flattered if asked... however, it's just been a lot of gaslighing. Dari Dee? lol well "orgasms have been obtained"... by someone else. and she was piggybacking photos from nigeria non the day the house got flipped back on me. And she never answers any queisotns, yet demands I answer hers... I can't belive anyone fell for this shit.


I'm wiating until Chritsmas to get laid, I need a blood test, and in the meaintime I wnat to socialize. Now, whoever is scaring people away from me? Knock it the fuck off or I really will go to legitimate boots-on-the -ground authority and find out who the fucki is doing acutally harasssment, because my frined is sad about this, and it's not so I can get laid, it's because I care about her, which someo fyou might rememeber how it feels after you're done hearing me laugh my ass off.

I don't have a thing going on, but if she wants a divorce, I'll be totesresectful. I don't know why they have problems. Wasn't my idea. Maybe I'm an excuse? OMG so funny except  iguess it's stressful,. ( that's too bad.

Maybe they fought over needles? HAHAHUAHUAHUHUHUHA omg sorry. Was that rude? I'm sorry David. Tell you what take a free turn on my wife to make it up to you. For your trouble. Are we square then? No, I don't commit adultery, it makes me feel vile disgust to the bottom of my soul. I wolnd't.

I don't think. I never have, you know. Not once, ever. I assume they did? I must remember to be polite when asking how it was on their wedding night.


I can't help it. This is history in the making. How many years has... was she on CoastGab... during breakfast... omg. mind totes blown.

I'm just happy she's not dead and we can expeience a modicum of friendship at all. I was so sad. So, so sad. I really missed her.

I'm really happy and I want everyone to know it. Clap your hands. She's one of the nicest pepole I've ever known, really alhtough... uh, yeah. Sensitivities.

I do prefer her single so she can more easily take out agresssions on me IF THAT IS REQUIRED but... I'm uninvolved. I havne't tried to have david taken out or nothing.

Maybe we should get in a hot tub therapy counseling time travel machine? I think we should all do a panel. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, I was in the bathtub. I hvaen't asked, but... I really wans't thinking of her then, but I was thinking that Grapefruit was  real vicious lying bitch and I wished I could have a nice girlfriend for awhile, one that didn't yell and tell lies about me. Now, I doon't tknow if a small green troll is gonna fit that bill.

I do know I would break every bone in my body running towards her over every mountain in the way between here and I if she merely hummed a few bars of "Stars And Stripes Forever" while beckoning me towards her with one finger. Yep. Shrug. I could resist, but, why? Should I save myself for the corrupt cop (grapefruit) who totally fucked up so bad that I couldn't care less to ever hear her story enven? No! I' mnot saving myself at all! Sex makes me want to vomit, just the hought.

I would not begrudge anyone some pleasure. it's too bad she's not into chaste hugging circles though. I think all hte mind-numbing orgasms she's getting in the Astral Plane are ruining her sense of perspective. Must remember to ask IF SHE EVER CALLS ME EVER AGAIN. EVER!

like not calling just makes it feel wierd. does she have a 1-900 number? that would be silly, we would legit just talk about books and music.


I love her. So there. I also love her husband. And that twat in Pahrump,  Ithin kshe's lovely. You know, "love" shouldn't be a bad word.

And it's not. Cheers Sweetie, I'm beyond uber glad to be even a little bit your friend. (She really can be very nice.) I hope David doesn't miss whatever you had so much.

Of course... he never mentioned her EVEN ONE FUCKING TIME HAHAHHAH, but... you know, I'm sure there were reasons. Standards.

Catastrophic failure in operation protocol. You know. A pooch screw. I can't help it. I'm limerent and it's quite real. I'm glad i earned the right to know at least some of the truth.

No, I don't want Grapefruit's sister. She's mean to me. poo poo. Yeah there are other gilrls in highschool memory  Iprobably would like better! Especially if htye didn't stalk me while pretening to be dead for 20 years. Actualy fucking me is a big plus. No really.

Okay this is getting a bit too fresh. Sorry. Cabin fever. She wipes my mind and fogs my brain just htining abot here, always has, I am sure she always will.

And it's platonic. I'm scared too. I'm fine, thanks for asking. I don't care if she had bubonic plague I would do anything she asked in a heart splitbeat second, and that's the whole truth beyond compare. Also I like her beard/would be her beard. okay now I'm shy. *shoves imaginary flowers at really pretty girl and flees while blushing to the roots* I'd literally do anything for her forever., no matter what.


Meanwhile Grapefruit and her thugbitch "husband" wanted me to buy an oz of cris and I told them both to fuck off and die. 'Merica! FUCK YEAH!

[Jackstar]

I do feel a little bit like Pee Wee Herman, to tell you the truth. I'm kinda in a movie theater. I do, from time to time, withdraw and consume my own essence. /shrug. It's not that big a deal.

I feel like it's probably a hidden joke meant for another person. Like, Trollda and I have very tangential lives. I thought she was dead until 3 months ago. The fact that she's apparently been stalking me for 25 years, non-stop, I mean, yeah, flattering, right? Totes. Also: kinda disheartening.

I mean... paralyzed with fear -how long-? Do you people know what kind of damage that can do to a pysche? I mean, thank god I have cabin fever; it insulates me.

Like seriously tho: I am no threat to anyone. I have been maligned unfairly. It looks like she got raped and hypnotized by the DEA to weaponize rher againt me... like, I am the nicest guy. Just ask anyone.

I don't even need to experience the joys of sexual congress with her. We never did! We dated like 30 years ago! I'm generally plesant in conversation with her! All the splooshing and the steady, unblinking gazing is -a little- on putting, but, as long as it doesn't bother her husband too much , Idont mind. Besides, isn't he still pining away for Grapefruit? I haven't seen that broad in over six monhts. You'd think he could have closed the deal by now. Also, I think the only rape thing happened because the thug DEA asshole forced her into it, vecause... duh, of course she wnt there to fuck, not really my business, and she never took me to police or therapy or nthing, and now I know why, some asshole was blackmailing her into making a fuss about david, who probably deserves proseucutrion... but this was no way to go about it.

Because now I am a phenomenon and I piss o nthem all. I am not pining for anyone: I TALK TO THEM BOTH IN MY MIND ALL THE TIME. Hello? I'm brainy. I developed telepathy so I don't get lonenly. I don't want sex right now: omg no adultery please.

And I don't know what k-dubb's problem was but  ihtin kit telling he had to be a big blustery blowhard instead of addressing my points. Warning: Jackstar knows how to write pretty gud.

And I sandbag a lot. And why yes i would be flattered if asked... however, it's just been a lot of gaslighing. Dari Dee? lol well "orgasms have been obtained"... by someone else. and she was piggybacking photos from nigeria non the day the house got flipped back on me. And she never answers any queisotns, yet demands I answer hers... I can't belive anyone fell for this shit.


I'm wiating until Chritsmas to get laid, I need a blood test, and in the meaintime I wnat to socialize. Now, whoever is scaring people away from me? Knock it the fuck off or I really will go to legitimate boots-on-the -ground authority and find out who the fucki is doing acutally harasssment, because my frined is sad about this, and it's not so I can get laid, it's because I care about her, which someo fyou might rememeber how it feels after you're done hearing me laugh my ass off.

I don't have a thing going on, but if she wants a divorce, I'll be totesresectful. I don't know why they have problems. Wasn't my idea. Maybe I'm an excuse? OMG so funny except  iguess it's stressful,. ( that's too bad.

Maybe they fought over needles? HAHAHUAHUAHUHUHUHA omg sorry. Was that rude? I'm sorry David. Tell you what take a free turn on my wife to make it up to you. For your trouble. Are we square then? No, I don't commit adultery, it makes me feel vile disgust to the bottom of my soul. I wolnd't.

I don't think. I never have, you know. Not once, ever. I assume they did? I must remember to be polite when asking how it was on their wedding night.


I can't help it. This is history in the making. How many years has... was she on CoastGab... during breakfast... omg. mind totes blown.

I'm just happy she's not dead and we can expeience a modicum of friendship at all. I was so sad. So, so sad. I really missed her.

I'm really happy and I want everyone to know it. Clap your hands. She's one of the nicest pepole I've ever known, really alhtough... uh, yeah. Sensitivities.

I do prefer her single so she can more easily take out agresssions on me IF THAT IS REQUIRED but... I'm uninvolved. I havne't tried to have david taken out or nothing.

Maybe we should get in a hot tub therapy counseling time travel machine? I think we should all do a panel. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, I was in the bathtub. I hvaen't asked, but... I really wans't thinking of her then, but I was thinking that Grapefruit was  real vicious lying bitch and I wished I could have a nice girlfriend for awhile, one that didn't yell and tell lies about me. Now, I doon't tknow if a small green troll is gonna fit that bill.

I do know I would break every bone in my body running towards her over every mountain in the way between here and I if she merely hummed a few bars of "Stars And Stripes Forever" while beckoning me towards her with one finger. Yep. Shrug. I could resist, but, why? Should I save myself for the corrupt cop (grapefruit) who totally fucked up so bad that I couldn't care less to ever hear her story enven? No! I' mnot saving myself at all! Sex makes me want to vomit, just the hought.

I would not begrudge anyone some pleasure. it's too bad she's not into chaste hugging circles though. I think all hte mind-numbing orgasms she's getting in the Astral Plane are ruining her sense of perspective. Must remember to ask IF SHE EVER CALLS ME EVER AGAIN. EVER!

like not calling just makes it feel wierd. does she have a 1-900 number? that would be silly, we would legit just talk about books and music.


I love her. So there. I also love her husband. And that twat in Pahrump,  Ithin kshe's lovely. You know, "love" shouldn't be a bad word.

And it's not. Cheers Sweetie, I'm beyond uber glad to be even a little bit your friend. (She really can be very nice.) I hope David doesn't miss whatever you had so much.

Of course... he never mentioned her EVEN ONE FUCKING TIME HAHAHHAH, but... you know, I'm sure there were reasons. Standards.

Catastrophic failure in operation protocol. You know. A pooch screw. I can't help it. I'm limerent and it's quite real. I'm glad i earned the right to know at least some of the truth.

No, I don't want Grapefruit's sister. She's mean to me. poo poo. Yeah there are other gilrls in highschool memory  Iprobably would like better! Especially if htye didn't stalk me while pretening to be dead for 20 years. Actualy fucking me is a big plus. No really.

Okay this is getting a bit too fresh. Sorry. Cabin fever. She wipes my mind and fogs my brain just htining abot here, always has, I am sure she always will.

And it's platonic. I'm scared too. I'm fine, thanks for asking. I don't care if she had bubonic plague I would do anything she asked in a heart splitbeat second, and that's the whole truth beyond compare. Also I like her beard/would be her beard. okay now I'm shy. *shoves imaginary flowers at really pretty girl and flees while blushing to the roots* I'd literally do anything for her forever., no matter what.


Meanwhile Grapefruit and her thugbitch "husband" wanted me to buy an oz of cris and I told them both to fuck off and die. 'Merica! FUCK YEAH!

I'm not going to proofread this, because, I don't want it to seem like I'm being pushy. But I am double posting the fucking thing because I really am that sprung. I'm like Thumper in the whateverthe shit that was called. Yeah, I mentioned my nose works now? Yeah, Thumper. Maybe  I need a tattoo.


Frankly I don't know how David can stand it. If it were my wife, I'd want to hear every possible story he could get out of me. But no, never. Are they pretend married? Huh. Suddenly flaccid forever.

She fascinates me. Can you imagine, we met when I was 15, and she wondered if my love was real. Well, I didn't just fake all that, htat's for sure. I ddn't know what it would feel like, but it was love at first sight and there's no where I would rather be than with her right goddam now.


So there.

[Master Trollda]

You’ve basically made this site unreadable. Kudos on Jackgab!

[Jackstar]

You’ve basically made this site unreadable. Kudos on Jackgab!

You've basically reminded me that I never, ever imagined that you were just sittting right there laughing at me, while I had no idea you were alive, because I never looked for you, and I thought when i told her the truth, she would reciprocate in kind.

I don't know who told who to lie to me, but that decision basically made it impossible for me to ever be miserable again. Although, it sure lead to a weird misunderstanding circumstance, so when it comes to "unreadable..." well, let's talk turkey.


What do you need me to do? I was thinking of changing my name. Getting a job. A haircut. Can I be your poolboy?

Kudos on Jackgab!

 I thought Rubnigab, loaded with 100% JackSlander, was a much more impressive effort. i know I remain impressed.


I don't think I have made it unreadable... I think I have made it AWKWARD. Not really on purpose. I'm happy to look into the matter.

I wish this had been addressed earlier, but I guess you didn't want to be... helpful before there was a problem? I"m just not sure. I was lied to a lot. I think that's over. I'm still on edge and nervous.

But at least I'm not terrified I'll say the wrong thing and you'll run away and call the police. thank you for not doing that already.

By the way, I was kicked out of Facebook and a dumy account was put there to mislead members into thinking I am there. I think that's made it unreadable too. I dont think it's a fair exchange of consequences.




I don't get how you appear to think that I wouldn't be willing to consider your ideas for improvement. Do I seem disagreeable? Well, you know what? You still haven't even gotten an actual baseline on my personality, EVER.

don't you think it might help? You do seem a bit wound up. Honestly, I am touched that you care enough to complain about my writing in public. You've basically made my good mood unstoppable.

[Jackstar]

You’ve basically made this site unreadable.

You've basically made yourself irreplaceable.