Author Topic: Letters To Future Greatfield {DO NOT OPEN WHINE BEFORE {ITS) TIME}  (Read 41901 times)

TERRIFIC.
« Reply #165 on: January 05, 2025, 10:37:21 AM »
I have no desire to put the bore worms on your Father, partner:

>KNOW.THIS:.I.HUNGER.TO.DO.SO..(Yum.) Still--better than life in prison, Morons. So I would consider my next move(s) carefully, if I were you.

I am not you, Squatty-Pants. I AM I.

Ewe are not the same. And yet: OUI, ewe, OUIYES ewe: stand still.

Lad, :E: drunk &AND stupid &AND sending your own FATHER to jail is no way to go through Life, Son. And yet: you've made a goddam career out of it. WTAF is wrong with you?

Oh, that's right. I remember: you're a puppy. *wuuf!* That's cute. It's also ACTIONABLE INTELLIGENCE that I just put out into The Real World(TM), Tiger.

And there is absolutely nothing wrong for me to have done that. Not legally; not morally; and not ethically. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FETCH GAME, SLOPPPY SECONDS, TREE FOUR HILLBILLY PIRATE BASS KICK DRUM BOY FUCKER FUCKING BOY! (Kudos.)


Important to understand: at this point, both she and I wish that she had killed me that night, and one day, I really will be dead.

That day can be TOMORROW, Junior. (Fuck and bet me.) I don't need this. I didn't ask for this. I do not consent to this.


GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. GET IN A CAR. ONE THAT FUCKING RUNS. AND, WELL... I guess it's too much for you to process that I need a ride home. Okay; fine.

Figure something out, unless you like slaving away over a hot lawsuit and a cold glass of just ICE. I mean it.


Never forget that you hurt my feeings, you amoral thug. Pffft. Leave the women. Take your dicks out of their ears, prick the air-filled balloons you stuffed between their ears, and blow. You don't want to be there when the plumber comes running; yet they do.

Hey, here's an idea: go up the road and fuck my grill's ash bucket for awhile. Ash & sugar buckets need love to! Once in a while.


Weak. I don't even need a hug. I am purified. I'm also about to fucking puke--what did you think was going to happen? I don't go to prison. I HAVE PEOPLE FOR THAT.

Like (You). Adieu.

(*engine humming sounds are heard*) BULL.
« Reply #166 on: January 05, 2025, 07:38:09 PM »
Allow to me to demonstrate wat wat wat WHAT ONE MAN can do. (Standards.)

Re: Letters To Future Greatfield {DO NOT OPEN WHINE BEFORE {ITS) TIME}
« Reply #167 on: January 05, 2025, 10:26:30 PM »
I guess Richard doesn’t want to fill his livestream with your retardation.  :D

Re: Letters To Future Greatfield {DO NOT OPEN WHINE BEFORE {ITS) TIME}
« Reply #168 on: January 06, 2025, 08:03:54 AM »
I guess Richard doesn’t want to fill his livestream with your retardation.  :D

Yours is perfectly sufficient. I make no claim to knowing better than all of you, what is best for your faction to present.

I don't have a faction. I have jackals. I have buzzards. I have villagers with pitchforks.

You have criminal and civil liability. We are not the same.

Re: Letters To Future Greatfield {DO NOT OPEN WHINE BEFORE {ITS) TIME}
« Reply #169 on: January 06, 2025, 05:58:57 PM »
Yours is perfectly sufficient. I make no claim to knowing better than all of you, what is best for your faction to present.

I don't have a faction. I have jackals. I have buzzards. I have villagers with pitchforks.

You have criminal and civil liability. We are not the same.

Also, you’re a huge faggot and I’m not. There’s another difference.  ;)

Re: SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!!!!
« Reply #170 on: January 06, 2025, 06:40:09 PM »
Also, you’re a huge faggot

I don't understand what that word means when you use it that way.

and I’m not.

I will be completely honest here: I do not divide the world into sectors of "fag/nofag" distinctiveness. I am not being deliberately obtuse; as far as I know, it refers to someone pretending to be sexually attracted to someone when they are not actually interested at all.

I don't know how this is relevant here, since I am still sexually attracted to everyone that I've ever been attracted to in that way. It's not a very compelling drive, since my phone never rings and invariably, before I ever talk to them again, the person becomes catfished by a lackey, toadie, or flunky working for some ubersperglord's sex predation team. (They are dedicated to their work, as one may well imagine.) Additionally, I meant what I said: I don't really care to jump into another thingy when the previous thing(ies|ys) are literally listed on a missing person's report, D.O.A. in a hostpital morgue, held as bond captive by some oppressive fascist regime, or married. (Standards.)

There’s another difference.  ;)

I know what happened without having to ask or be snobby about it. Differences abound! It really was not all that easy to find out, and since I obviously didn't tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I don't know what more anyone could have asked for.

My opinion, I guess. In any event, you seem more cheerful than usual, and the mewling coterie of degenerates that has comprised the majority of my phone's contact list for the past 15 years is utterly, thoroughly shunning me. (I truly suspect some kind of Masonic hivemind uberban. Cool.) In the past, I have taken this all to mean that I have, once again, narrowly avoided a catastrophic psychotronic attack.

I don't know about current conditions but, once again: you seem cheerful. And dickless. Big ups in my view.


Is this going to be another year of this kind of thing? I'd like to wrap this nonsense up since I appear to have met all possible stretch goals. (No, I'm not cutting off my dick.) I still have no idea what the hell most of you geeks are on about. Looks like you're all rescued or back on Earth or whatever. Again: no one reads me in on your shenanigans.

They sure hack the shit out of my electronic devices, though. I am mystified as to why. Spite? Hail Mary pass? Help me out here. I have to *cough* talk to Medical. "I'm being bullied" is'nt covered by insurance.

Or my tolerance. okay, well, good talk. Christ, this is tedious. Who, btw, is a creepy twerpy paedo now. Probably a bad polymorph spell. Fine with me.



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