Fuck Øbama
USSS: you just got handed enough probable cause to take whatever you have rattling around in your soccer mom evidence drawer into first cause,
gratis, and with my compliments. Also, I'm pretty sure that Johan Sebastian Bach and §¡§§μ are the same person, pass counterfeit money all the time, at least that's what I heard, my hand to God, no really, and they tried to use counterfeit $100 bills in order to bait me into breaking the law by reporting perfectly professional police employees as drug dealers trying to murder me. (I actually don't know which was which but there was definitely counterfeit money there. I just left it lying in the car. Because that's not my job. That's yours, USSS. Now:
mush.) And if you need any help tracking this person down, my Telegram accounts are chock full of actionable intel. My Google Pixel 6 is not yet for sale, but that's largely because I'm not sure if it's the most impressively organized smartphone filled with “insurance” that has ever existed, unless you count the Blackberry®™ of Huma Abedin, been how likely is that? I can't even remember Wiener's first name! Remember that guy? He used to be such a big fucking deal. Oooh! Muh laptop! Ahhh! Muh frazzled.rip! Dat pizzagate tho! Yorkshire pud: I don't even think you need a gun. Pawn it, Limey.
Seriously, he was a New York senator, I think, and he fell from grace in a huge and dramatic turn of events and now I can't remember his f****** first name at all. I just remember that his wife was that woman who slept in the same room with Hillary with a bag over her head, ewww,
gross. Now he's low-grade dog food. (Facts.)
A meme needs to be created pointing out the fact that it is GUNS that kill people, not the ICE agents themselves.
Obviously you could have simply hired me to do that. A job creating memes, that's a lot more likely than you think.
Instead you implied that I needed to get a job and that I was incapable of being responsible for myself and... I forget the rest, but you probably have a bulleted list stuck to your refrigerator with magnets. ADMIT IT! lol.
Rubio wanted this one killed.
86 “this one” isn't going to cut the mustard. Very low energy. I doubt you could get a parking ticket to stick, let alone an indictment. Sad! It's
actually sad! It
actually is.
I think that'll wrap it up. I am so thirsty! I'm going to have a beer. And then get high on something. I don't know what. Probably not the smell of my own farts, but I'm willing to give it a go... Since I don't even have any meth, I've never smoked meth, I don't want to smoke meth, I'm so f****** tired of this b******* demonstration that I would f****** pay cash money to wake the woman up from her cock-coma so that we can divorce and I can do something else, but unfortunately that's not an option because the needs of The Mission take priority, so I'm just going to have a beer and smoke a joint and then fap myself into oblivion, or, I really don't know. There’s just so many things I could be doing with all this free fucking time I have on my hands since you've spent
hundreds of millions of dollars of your own and public taxpayer money on denying lil’ Michael Kuczi any options to engage in so much as a game of PattyCake™ with anyone except your weaponized r†× RoboH∞rs™. (This would be worthy of an anti-competitive antitrust special investigation lawsuit if that would make a difference, but hopefully Julian Assange can find another pair of Scandinavian hookers to compensate for his personal insecurities with, instead of having to find someone to tie themselves to him for a another three-legged race. Again. Punyling scum. You're going to explore the stars, huh? Maybe you should explore something a little more sensible for a civilization of your current stature, which is to say, very hovering very close to the very bottom of the barrel of cryptofascist police states. That's the surface of your planet, Punyling scum. Inner Earth ain't all that much more impressive. Face reality. Check your privilege. GIVE ME BACK MY SUN.) Am I supposed to know how incapable any of you Inner Blowhard Creepμ Circle of Sir-Culled Trust are of stopping your relentlessly mechanistic and unstoppably self-destructive METHAMPHETAMINE PSYCHOSIS FLAT SPIN DEATH SPIRAL that you have all, somehow, in some mysterious, unknown fashion, found yourself trapped in, much to my eternal delight and tumultuous yet silent acclaim and applause of onlooking bystanders from around the world, panting and sweating and straining their ankles on their tiptoes as they crane their necks to see just how much more over the shark this “can't look away trainwreck” can jump? Because I have no idea how it's lasted this long. I certainly don't know, but I'm almost certain that none of you ever actually knew what shame ever was, and so never noticed when you became utterly devoid of it. Does your rabbi even know? Did anyone figure out that was a polymorphed rabbit you stole from the children's petting zoo? Do you even know if there are any petting zoos that aren't for children? Like, why would you even care? You're a lunatic Vampyr Lord and you're like nine-hundred and fag-teen years old, oops, did you know that was still a secret? I don't know why I was saving that for a rainy day. Oh shit oh fuck, I exposed The Masquerade. Will I ever be Tubal-Cain’s favorite goyim ever again? 🤔 Did he ever really like you, or was he pretending you weren't, aren't, and likely always be an incredible disappointment to Grandfather? (I know he loves it that I call him that, but he'll never admit it.) Have you listened to Jeremy's voicemail yet?
I don't have to know. I have options. You don't. And no one will ever know or be able to prove anything that I just did, said, wrote, paid and/or prayed for, EVER, was in any way effective, or even suspicious. First Amendment. No guns. (Stretch goal: BTFO, ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP FINISHING MOVE.)
>KNOW: matter what? Also, I just figured out that the dude you murdered in order to generally illuminati has come back to life and is now dating your daughter who has nice tits. Seriously, they're pretty nice. I don't mean to be rude, I mean I'm not staring, not going to make a big deal out of it but I'm not going to go anywhere near him, that's what your murder victim is going to be doing something to. Not me. I'm not invited.
It would be a pretty severe conflict of interest at this point, and after all : I have a Covenant to think of. Now I would honestly suggest that you figure out a way to take down that Tumblr page, because eventually someone's going to trace that back to you-know-who, and then you-know-what hits the fan.
This is happening, believe it or not. Hang on.
* Jackstar just watched someone exhale a fat fucking cloud, and felt basically nothing. Nothing at all.
I'm lying. I just came in my pants. And I learned that from your ex-girlfriend. Who
did break-up. That's on record. A Court record. THAT WAS STAFFED BY OFFICERS THAT YOU BRIBED + PAID THE SALARIES OF. If that, is it a questionable budgetart decision, I do not know what is.
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