My eyes are open enough to see through your bullshit.
Try me.
When are you and Rubini going to start
He has a
standing daily invitation to spend 420/1620 P/CST with me, and he has been informed that, once he provides the
appropriate documentation, he's welcome to show up to my kunty country farm house kitchen for Bring Your Own Lasagna Night--presently scheduled for every alternate Monday, but that is open to negotiation--any time he can get his dank phat ass into a transit portal,
once--again--
APPROPRIATE DOCUMENTATION IS PROVIDED.So far--
bupkis. Nigga's got no spine, nor pineapple
neither. The one time he showed, I told him I was appearing as a
courtesy only of
The Magick In Broadcasting Content DElivery Network, and he spooked
instantaneously.
So, I guess he started eating pussy again. Whatever. He only dreams that I need--or want--his particular strain of
e. coli.humping each others legs again? ;D
Remember: he's got an imposter of me as his catamite. Possibly
three of them,
no shit. You really haven't been read in very far yet, have you? You should interview me on your podcast,
Bert.