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[AZZERAE]

I gave J*** to a 15yo girl. I'll be back when she's eighteen.

[AZZERAE]

Azzy my baby..

The jig is up

[Worthauger]

Actually, hell to the no. The lass in question was very certainly past the age of menarche; nevertheless, just as I don't need a dog in my life, I don't need a bleedin' virgin leaving piles on my lawn neither.

She was legit cute tho. I might need to breed one day. I'm young. You never know. Get ready, Peanut.

[Laser]

ADIOS FELLAS  AMIGOS IN TRAINING:
MY WORK HERE IS DONE.

For now . . .

AKA Matthew 7:6

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And that was the last we heard of him until the Dybbuk rose its head.

[Jackstar]

I made three of these last week at that restaurant I ate at with Jake and Elwood. They had a sale.

[Jackstar]

You're all dead to me

I can self-rez, but I don't always jump out of the grave/*\urn and start posting right away. I'm kinda careful these days.

[Worthauger]

I think I finally cracked the code. This is what impotent men do for kicks on the internet. They make vain, empty threats to strangers they’ll never meet IRL. 🤔

This is the end result of overly-compartmentalized information: you're digging your own graves.

(ORIT) sends her regards. Which, by the way, is wonderful news. (PROT) on the other hand, is probably not thrilled. But at least she can feed me something that isn't plastic wrapped in plastic.

(PROT) Two-Fer ready yet? Neither is a trinket so I think we're good for them. I'm going to get so fucking laid. Thank God I'm in the right country, Boy.

[Jackstar]

I made three of these last week at that restaurant I ate at with Jake and Elwood. They had a sale.

We ain't talkin' trinkets, Bright Boys. Oh no. Not yet.

(PROT) Two-Fer ready yet? Neither is a trinket so I think we're good for them. I'm going to get so fucking laid. Thank God I'm in the right country, Boy.

It's one-off empty threats like this that make fuckhead sex addicts so easy to control. Hey, do I look like I'm geting laid yet? No, I am not. Also: you stole my jack@trioptimum.com Google account. and by "you" I mean IDGAF, JUST SOMEONE IN GENERAL..

YOU GET AWAY WITH THINGS... HOW? WHY? WHAT? JESUS SHITBALLS!


I can't believe how much of this I have to do for people who are so fucking racist that they can't figure out what they are suppose to do in a situation like this, probably because they're  bunch of fucked off mindslaves who forgot the most important rule of war:


NEVER GO UP AGAINST A SICILIAN WHEN DEATH IS ON THE LINE.

I suppose it -was- on the side, but death was on the line a long, long time ago, now wasn't it? Now, who died first? Who cried first? Who lied first? These are important questions indeed.

One week to trial. I have been denied representation the entire time. But ask yourselves, Kids... do I need one?

Because who ever convinced A.F. Shaw that calling the police on me was one dumb son of a bitch, and--they have not apologized yet. Bad idea.


This goes my way from this point forward. You get me? Not -your- way. MY WAY.

you will get used to it. Braunschweiger will be involved and yes, we invented time travel, and no, you can't have any. Not even on the side. Pffttt. Standards.

BY ORDER OF THE DIVINE COUNCIL
TEXAS
IS LOSE..
HAVE A NICE DAY.


My friend got married in Rome. Can you believe that shit? "It's always been my dream...." Oy vey. Oof da. Rome. You know what? Fuck Rome... oh, wait, you did. lol.

but not me. You people disgust me, truly.