Was that the kid you gave AIDS?
I've never had AIDS or HIV or a kid, and your implication here is chilling, given that you've been crying a whine about Vince and that f****** story for a long time, and I guess you think you know something? We should talk about it, because at this point you're going to have to talk to a lawyer about it, and I have no idea what the f*** you're talking about... Are you telling me that Allison really did pass off HIV to me? Wow, that's too bad. Good thing I can cure it, and in fact I think I already have, but you better give me one of those doses of cure in the bottle with the Quaaludes.
Because otherwise people are going to laugh at you, they are all going to laugh at you. Are you mad at me about something still? You should probably get over it, or tell me what the f*** you were upset about, because you sound like a schi—oh wait, that's right, you are. You're not just jealous of me having a brain are you, is that what this is? Well now you know why I didn't go to the psychiatrist and tell a bunch of lies to get a bunch of drugs to get high with, like Certain people did. You have to explain this later after you read the rest of this post, cuz I'm sure there's a very interesting story there somewhere, you sure seem upset about this AIDS thing, what do you expect me to do about it... Tell Vince that his kid has a cool name? He doesn't. Stupid name. And you know... I'm really not that upset about the whole thing. Do you think I should be? Do you think I have anything to be sorry about? Did you think you're going to f****** steal a house? Why don't you explain it to your w**** again? (Dude, you really think I'm going to fall for that? That was second contact... And obviously there doesn't have to be a third.
Go FISH.) I mean with all the pills in the alcohol she's not that bright anymore probably, she wasn't that bright to begin with... But you'd have better luck with that, than you would try and to get me to fall for your stupid b*******. (Instantly. Dude, are you aware of what you're doing is unlawful? Are you about to go on the lam again, or what? Face facts, you lost, it's over. I'm not giving anyone AIDS, and she has it, I'll take it. That's
on record. You know, I think that in addition to the acetaminophen problem... you have just never actually been in real love before. A more common condition than you might think especially amongst your people, you know, not the pygmies. the doodlers. Has there really been an in-depth discussion and analysis of the differences and the challenges that result from crossbreeding doodlers and pygmies and pigglers? Oh, right, of course, that's why my posts are so long: ¡4(Science!/L’haim!) How many demonstrations is this?This is just one post. I'd like to go sit down now, thanks.) I'd like to point out that you're relentless attempts to steal from me in public with your bald face hanging out where I catch you red hand it doesn't make me any less of your friend, but obviously you're not my friend, but that's okay I don't need another friend I wasn't going to huddle and cuddle with you anyway, and I don't know why you're so imagining that you're getting away with either your hostility or your attempts, any of them or if you're trying to make me not like you anymore, coz kike I admire your spunk and your sense of taste and decorum.
But it's your wop that I love, not your milksop. I didn't even know you called her that. That's terrible. I'll make sure that I don't come home too early, I'm thinking you're going to have a fight later. No, not an argument... According to let me treatment I disposable they're going to want you to punch back, Oh nice according to the telemetry at my disposal, Okay the voice recognizer isn't working right, and that means you're getting ready to rumble. \o/ {Sourceror: a fun g*y to have around even without the mushroom or my dick.
Reminder:
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No, you can't stop -or- adopt me. I don't even need anything to be public, you're the one doing that, and I'm ready to slip my wrist right now and rub my body down with hemlock and jump off a balcony, oops I got a phone call I got to hang up on him. Okay they'll call back.
I don't answer the phone like this. It's impolite.
I'll look into getting my people to reach out to your people
Those aren't my people. Those are order-takers. None of them are gonna have anything to take, lol. I am not a runner for meth-fixated monkeys.
The rules under which I operate are slightly different than for most. These yokels don't quite understand. This is Rivertown, where every fungible transaction is available; yet not all are available
to me.I shut down my availability in order to send a message to twerps with no soul.
I explained that I had never seen the real thing until the year before. This was true. No one really believed it. NEVERTHELESS: I had never seen real CM before. It is incredibly potent and dangerously powerful. Who would I get this for? I have no reason to run play fetch. (I have no wish to deal at the street level. That would essentially be stealing an income stressing stream that I don't need.)
The locals have no interest in feeding me dope without busting me. There is nothing to bust me for. I'm not manufacturing or procuring it, and if I had any, I have no real understanding of doing anything with it. This was observed and confirmed through observation. I don't have chemistry skills. I have exceptionally minimal chemical knowledge. I like it that way. It enables me to be truthful and honest in the face of difficult and hard questioning.
The precise techniques in know-how required to manufacture, i.e.
convert CM into anything useful is quite beyond my present capacity for understanding. That's why if somebody transfers me a gram of the stuff, I'm not going to duck around a corner and wiggle my figures to use alchemy to turn it into 30 grams of sellable product. (Ballpark estimate.)
Just imagine it. Like pulling rabbits out of a hat. It's not magic, it's chemistry combined with alchemy, and I don't know how to do that.
Yet. And if I were lying, nobody would know, but eventually, if I chose to lie and live a life that way, I would eventually get caught, and the penalties would be
most severe for one of my level and stature and reputation. Especially given my current circumstance. They would make a huuuuuuge example out of me, were I to decide to start being a reprobate criminal lawbreaking scum at this point.
(I'm still awaiting exoneration at trial. You probably don't know what that means since you live in Mowgli’s old ghetto. It means I'm expected to
behave. Stepping carefully is how I got to be this old, this wise, and this well-respected by people who know what's going on.)
Nor am I interested in learning that kind of thing right now. I'm waiting for the phone to ring so I can be told which doctor and what day I need to start praying on. I'm serious. (I've got to pray, just to make it today.) Additionally, I just spent a year sitting on my ass and getting blasted.
A YEAR. This was not the start of Jack New Drug City. This was a
demonstration. I don't even like the stuff.
I was told that somebody needed help. I was asked to help, so I've helped. No one ever asked me to help them by going to get them crystal meth. Consider why did that need to happen through me at all? It didn't.
But it was somewhat puzzling that I had never done that in my entire life. Seems strange, and it was. As you all know, since you've been instrumental in this promulgation, there's rumor going around that I lost a lot of weight and I did a lot of meth. Neither are true. Is 75 lb a lot of weight? I guess it is. Yeah. I used to weigh 333 lbs. Now it's like 245 or something. I don't know
I haven't weighed myself lately, I'm too busy eating pizza rolls and guzzling beer. And in the last year I've not really done a lot of "meth”, either. It's possible I've done a whole lot of,
RULE-IDENTIFIED METHAMPHETAMINE which I guess most people would think of is meth, but it's not Crystal necessarily, as I don't think... look, it's not complicated. It's
a system of cryptographically locked access to control access to procurement. It keeps out the illiterate and the riffraff, and that should be enough for me to explain, And one of the advantages of such a system is that if a person loses their s*** and becomes a totally meth-addled junky monkey... they'll find themselves unable to remember certain combinations of words. The brain just won't work. One fizzles out. Wonder why people don't just get high and stay high forever? Well most of them don't know how to use alchemy in chemistry together, and then the vast majority people have lives that are rewarding and fulfilling and interesting. I don't, so I can't just get a little tiny nugget and then sit there for an hour going back and forth turning mustard seeds into wine, although I wouldn't have to stick to me lessons before I be able to figure it out, and then if I did that too many times in the wrong direction even once, the divine would know, and then my privileges, such as they are, would be
REVOKED. (It is a sad feeling. One that I won't risk experiencing for the sake of making 10 bucks off of a dime bag by running around the corner and saying the magic word to get the good s*** for some stranger that I met at the parking lot. I think you get it now. Not meth, I think you understand what I'm saying. I wouldn't buy meth for anybody, I wouldn't give nothing to anybody unless I was told you by the divine and I don't need to do any of that kind of s*** because I'm not a f****** dealer.
AND I'M PRETTY MUCH DONE GIVING OUT DEMONSTRATIONS. There are other s**** that I want to do in my life. I don't give a s*** that some people are very impressed. They can impress me later with their impressing impressments when I'm no longer awaiting exoneration at trial. Essentially my studies have been halted, given that I can't learn certain things without a partner, and I don't have a partner, and while my defense doesn't rely on certain statements being true, it is very helpful that I can say things like I have no idea what that was and I didn't know what to do with it, because I don't and I didn't but I know what's possible... And I know damn well that what's your face knows how to do certain things. Putting two and two together, would make intent and that would create a semblance of a pattern and that could lead to a conviction for a completely unrelated charge, something somebody might not be expecting.
Meanwhile, I've been pretty much expecting to get f***** for quite some time here. Thankfully, that hasn't happened yet. (I'm saving myself for someone special.)
Do you get the picture here yet? Honestly, AZZRRAE, I don't know how they do things in your country, but I'm guessing that lying and expecting to be lied to and sneering with rude brute thuggish force at your interlocutor is accustomed practice there.
Well I bet. In the meantime, that's not how I do things. I mean what I say and I say what I mean, or at least that is my intent, and right now my intent is very clear when I explain the following: IT'LL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE YOU TRICK ME INTO WALKING INTO A GODDAM JAIL CELL, MOTHERFUCKER, AND WHILE I'M FLATTERED THAT YOU KEEP TRYING, YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO GAME HERE.
And neither do they, in the County of Coolidge. Coolest County I've ever heard of or ever seen
by far. I legitimately really do love this place. (Neighbor Shane and I have long since made up. He was right about my dialect, and he was wrong about the problem, but he was right to talk to me about it, and he was wrong to sound so foolish, but that's okay I made him sound awesome by putting him on The Internet and then he made me look awesome by... look, I do have time to explain to you the back and forth diplomacy here, but as I'm standing here in my living room shirtcocking it, I'd prefer to wrap this lesson up. I'm not even here to teach
you a lesson. It's for
Her.) And the close calls I'm having with the local color and constabulary can f****** up my life for the entire rest of The End Of Days because of That Stupid Woman and That Stupid Man, don't ask me which ones, but trust me
they're f****** stupid. (Go monkey boy go monkey go! Go monkey boy go monkey boy go monkey boy go!) They didn't have any idea what the f*** they were dealing with, both with me as well as in this place, they probably thought this is Kelly’s county. I don't think it is, I think it's his County but her Country. Definitely I would find her to find the border to call it Cowlitz. I mean I didn't even think I'd ever see her again, anyway.
As this is The Land Of The 6IXl Rivers, things can get pretty complicated pretty fast even if you're literate. And believe me, I am
extra literate. I didn't know any of this stuff before I got here, then all of a sudden she calls the police on Christmas and then I'm learning things that most of these people who have lived all their lives never figured out within a month. Not that that's terribly impressive considering the subject matter, but nevertheless some of these f****** have not gone very far outside that subject matter and not ever learned any of the stuff I did just by looking around and being polite.
Observation. Diplomacy. Syphilis. Okay two out of three ain't bad, Hi, I'm going to suck Benjamin Franklin's dick later. It's part of a necromantic ritual where you get to find out where the really good mushrooms are. Just kidding; I don't have to suck his dick, but he's got a rep for a reason and he's on the $100 bill I expect a tonsil bruising at some point.
It's not for the sake of any fear of mine that I don't explore the world. I simply have no wish to create a scene. It would inevitably create misconception. There's a lot of things going on these days, and if you had any power of the Clergy in you, today's the day it picked to not be f****** very polite.
I'm
hurt. And you don't give a s***. And the reason why is because your envious, you know goddamn well what I'm talking about, and now you know that I can walk outside right now and get all kinds of s*** that you can't get anymore, with relative ease and total anonymity. Take the mat jelly your experiencing and multiply that by about 12 million and that's how Jilly Allison was.
I didn't understand what I met her what she was saying, but she had obviously been cut off. She doesn't think
too bad, whatever it was, she thinks it was something worse, but I have no idea. (And she probably doesn't exactly know what law she broke to get her Special Privileges revoked, or she did know what law she broke, and she was embarrassed to say, or it's just easier to say "it's none of your business" and then move on with life then explain how she got stung. Like, she's Whidbey Island Royalty. She's not supposed to
get stung at all! Who authorized that traffic stop, and then... weed is not supposed to be legal either, so... A whole bunch of experiences that I had with her that didn't make sense have really made a lot of sense in the intervening time since I've had a number of discussions of other people. For example since I'm not a real lawyer and she's a real Native American, I'm technically not allowed to explain certain aspects of law to her without a license because It's bad enough that I taught her how to properly Castle in chess, but if I teach her more Court rules, that I just happen to know, it could get worse quickly, as once Native Americans know how to f****** read and write the whole f****** jig is up, to seriously. I may already be on the hook for “seditious conspiracy” and “flagrantly teaching manners to a squaw,” but your server's in Africa so I'll probably be fine, And even if I'm not, I'll take the goddamn hangman's in the gallows if that's the price it takes to teach literacy, like this is a terrible country but it's not that bad. I'll be honest, at this exact moment, I don't even know where I'm standing, let alone what the f*** somebody was thinking taking my only vehicle that worked away for six f****** months and leave me to die in a goddamn house filled with f****** toxic mold on purpose, oh I guess he was waiting for me to f****** turn into a shrinky dink, what a moron, I have shields I'm immune to all this s***, and I guess now they f****** know that down at Langley, BOTH OF THEM.) Whatever the f***, she was cut off and couldn't get access to the “good” stuff anymore probably because people found out she was a f****** cop or she was f****** a cop or she f***** a cop or out of no f****** clue. Something cop-ish. Because how people got the impression that I was a cop, I have no f****** idea. I'm obviously not police. And I obviously don't have a Bio-Bug REGISTERED to act as a sewer person, I mean a stool pigeon, I mean there are some places where I can't take that woman, not even the second time to apologize— I can't take her there at all. People would flip out like they'd seen Casper. (“OH MY GOD MY MOTHER TOLD ME YOU WERE DEAD! Why would my mother lie to me‽ I was so in love with you! I'm freaking out!!! *sudden projectile vomiting* I just spent 30 bucks on (BLANK) and now you've blown my high! Pay me reparations and help me stroke the furry wall! Do it now Father, or l will kill myself!!" Does that sound like a fun way to enter a room to you? F*** yeah, It does to me too, but I think once a season is enough for that kind of performance.) And this incredibly convoluted and delicately balanced cantilevered scheme of permissions and agreezes and awarenesses and greetings and sudden goodbyes, ALSO KNOWN AS “DIALECT,” in some vicious circles, is something I barely understood myself. I dare say I understand it a lot better than that drunken, whorish b**** Dorothy Parker ever could or would or did, but I'm not going to squirt out any babies or suck dick like a champion so she's still a ranking Queen of my world. (I believe it's really her when she swung by to say thanks for being so particularly specific because she's not ever been a w**** but she's definitely been whorish, and she came to salute a colleague and a Master. Awwww. I hope that was her piss, no foolin’.) Although I certainly do my best to understand my place in the world, which was radically upended by the actions of two people who really should have known better, and have now totally left town, they're gone, they are not going to be around here for a while, because she's actually pretty easy to find if you have a imager that can read shape-shifted bitmaps,
African MacGyver Monkey-boy.
in order to tell your people whether or not I'll allow it, in due course.
Oh thank you, I was not aware that that particular person was on that particular list. Good to know! In the meantime I don't need to have that at all, and I don't want to have that at all, and that woman, I don't want to have anything to do with on that level, because she is a p i g c o m m a *SLAM*.
But she'll bust me too. She doesn't just have to bust pigs. Technically she can't bust me, because I'm not in her area, but if I do the right things from this point forward, she now I'll probably be friends rather than mortal enemies or tragically miscrossed levers. Levels. Lovers?
Well I love her but I'm not going to f*** her by arranging for a series of prescribed maneuvers to be coordinated and discussed and arranged in earshot of a phone so that she and I can both get busted for federal charges facing up to 20 to 25 years. Like seriously this stuff can get pretty out of hand.
I'm probably in big trouble just for writing this post, let alone publish you which I'm about to do, let alone doing all that f****** s*** that I'm about to do at some point but right now it's hypothetical so f*** off.
Any questions, I'll be in bed, crying myself to sleep. Yes I know it's f****** 13:00 in the afternoon. I'm
sad, okay? Sometimes people cry for reasons besides being out of drugs, sometimes people cry because sad things happen that you don't even know about, and I'm sad because I can't tell you, I'll be a lot more sadder later too, not that you f****** care, African Ebonics Remedial Student Reject!!
Did your idea how much money you and I could make by taking your best drawings and then having me add instructions on how to read to them? The answer will surprise you because of the correct answer is none at all because if you try to do that they would f****** have you hung for treason. And I bet ewe think you know fnord words that know how to read.
Literacy. It's rnægick.
THULE, THOR, TOOL PENNY BOX DIME DIME PENNY DIME. (let me know what that one does; I just wrote it for You and I and He has no idea what I'm doing, does he? Well that's because he's more than just a diddler, this wanker can doodle too, he's practically a Yankee Doodle Dandy
AND I WANT MY TWO QUAALUDES.) *bursts into sobs* Oh, damn it my eyeball popped out. At least this is “good” weed... but it is not The Fire.
And I won't be making any mistakements at my medical examination either that will lead me to go to prison, believe me I know the right thing to say to what doctor to get whatever prescription I want, but I don't do that for ignoble or abusive purposes, because for one thing I think it cheapens The Voice to use it on shrinks, And for another, of course not I'm not a Benny Just Terrific... which?
And yeah: emergency teleportation. The one they want is gone, coz kike: It took you
too f****** long to tell me
she died. And they thought they could get away with not even telling me at all.
Imagine being that skilled of a Prosecutor that you forget that when defending your own case... oh, that one I don't know. I've learned a lot by sitting here on my ass getting blasted watching court on YouTube, but there's a limit to how much they're really gonna allow me to learn and I think I've made my point.
I don't need any f****** needles. I don't need my dick either. But I need to go cry. Again. Bye. Thanks for the birthday parties, the fucked off time clone really appreciated it before it dissolved into f****** sparkles like the woman at the end of AI with the teddy bear.
[18 months of my life wasted. Yeah my penis works fine, it shrivels up and runs from lying b******, and if anybody ever attractive ever showed up, I'm sure the room would smell like cookies. No I don't have wings. Yes I qualified for... I'm not going to say, shut up. I've had a halo for f****** 20 years, I'm embarrassed about it, damn this new f****** robot Stepford wife sure ask a lot of f****** questions in 5D, too bad she doesn't suck a lot of dick or put out or even exist in 3D.
Because if she did I could demonstrate how marvelously faithful I can be, I don't think it means much since I'm so depressed I'd rather die than get an erection, but fortunately that's kind of involuntary... Assuming the cops don't f****** shoot to death anybody you f****** walks up the door who's going to f****** threaten their f****** way of life. And that's me, I'm an existential threat that threatens their Arrow of Light.
See if you want to know how bad Grapefruit f***** up by calling the police, Grapefruit didn't call the police, I can't remember her name was a f****** name It's not Hayzelle It's somebody else, somebody I don't hang around with Ray Robin who is f****** stupid who thought that she was f****** big smart cookie b**** going to f****** call the police and get me sent to jail, not realizing that... that was exactly what I wanted.
The more the story is if you're going to arrest Michael koozie don't unlawfully enter his home to do it, and don't pretend you got away with it, and where's that f****** body camera footage m***********? Coz like, pretty sure we know why you “deleted” it, dumbass. But that's okay, they only need the end of it to prove that they weren't supposed to arrest me that way. OH THEY ERASED ALL THE FOOTAGE? (Unconfirmed reports.) So it wasn't “a camera error,” it was somebody going into the f****** police station and deleting the folder on the f****** hard drive? Oh just that one file. Okay we'll get any one of the other files from the cameras of the three guys who reached across the threshold to grab my arm and took me into custody instead of coming inside and taking pictures, did they take pictures? We're going to need those later, I don't f****** need to know or care at the moment, I'm just making this teachable woman to do something useful since it resulted in the destruction of my life and the ransacking of my house and the corruption of... Oh those files are all blank? This is just an example, I don't know that's actually happening right now. But it could be, and if it were to be, it would be happening
sultry.
Welcome to a Federal investigation backed up by the Auspices of the Divine. I don't think it's over yet... FOR GIN.
{Rebuilding the DEA gets better every time we do it. Smaller, more compartmentalize, less boogers under the seats, interns can
read... look, the whole organization is designed to be burned to the ground and rebuilt every f****** day if necessary. Personally I think it's a bit of a waste, but considering some of the potential abilities that some people who know what the f*** they're doing can suddenly pop off with, it makes more sense why sometimes a guy gets crushed to death by being pig piled on by 15 guys when they're trying to bring him into a medical hospital for a psych eval when he doesn't want one. And then somebody like me who totally would love to have a psych eval, that's largely because they're afraid I'm going to read the mind of the psychiatrist, and they're right to be afraid of that, BECAUSE, KIKESIKE: I Already have TRYST. Ed Hardy, Gary Larson, and Michael Kuczi: name three Titans that Alistair Laird barely knows or even thinks he knows that he knows.
Karnak corn lips corn pone. And there's something else there's three more syllables there but I don't get them cuz I'm not a lesbian, that's okay that's just a metaphor I don't actually need to be a lesbian, I just simply identify as a 19-year-old girl, and technically I guess I'm presently bisexual but that's only because I've eaten lots of my own c**. I mean tons. All of it, pretty much.
If we're in Norway I could apply to be a Stormtitan. That's an optional upgrade path that is available to people who are willing to deal with lutefisk, which I am not but if I were in f****** Norway, I'd have some albino n****** to really impress right about now, now wouldn't I?
Signed,
THE_KINGPINNER M.V6 IXI, .esQ
p.s.: while you're welcome to continue reading and commenting on replying to my posts, I'd like you to know that special consequences exist for you in the future, and I'm going to f*** what you do. No matter what you do I'm going to f*** it. You get it? I don't know what your f****** plan is but it's f****** dust. I'm sick of this s***, your friends violated the law court to cover your ass, you're all part of the same stupid f****** gang, they're not going to bust the whole f******
Masonic Avon lodge, but they don't f****** have to. (But they could, they would have PC, they could take the entire f****** contents of your whole f****** store room just like they did at Mar-A-Lago, dumbass; oh look I'm actually smart, not just appearing to be by cop-peeing somebody for rupees. By the way I don't even like wearing your pants anymore, pretty soon I'm going to start wearing them outside to take a s***, oh s*** your pants and then f****** take them off and hang them from a tree and wait until the sun and the wind and the rain clean them again and then I'll just use them for s******* in, that'll be what'll happen to your f****** spooky pants b****, now tell me that doesn't sound like a good f****** revenge, because after that I could just take it to an industrial laundry and then wash them and then put them in your car and you wouldn't even notice the difference. Now,
that is p
ower.) They just have to bust you for
entrapment, you f****** tough country flag-wearing f****** n*****, f****** try me b****. So far I've been nice.
p.p.s.: If you ever come near me again I'll make your insurance premiums go up. Don't think I can't do it. One snap of the fingers. Eyes on you. Yeah, they actually are.
p.p.p.s.: T.R.I.F.L.E. Do they usually make shower calls? No, it's slippery in there, and to fall in the bathroom and experience an aortic dissection after being suddenly surprised by what may or may not have been a space squid draining your testicles through your earlobe... I don't know where that idea came from, what an odd visualization.
p.p.p.p.s.: Yeah, one of your daughters wanks herself to me every night, I'm not going to tell you which one, I didn't even know you had daughters, did I? Oh lucky guess. Run along now: shoo. *makes dismissive handwaving gestures*
p⁵.s.: I think ordinarily it would be considered harassment to tease somebody that much, but considering his posting history of constantly posting harassing messages directed at me, I could probably get away with exploiting this bundle of information all I f****** want, at least until I have a {jar of clover honey} who has some taste, sense, & glass. I mean class. I mean [Clas.] (Yeah if I were you I would f*** her one more time before slitting my wrist too, ewe, Stu paid fuk end goo nig jew her ass hoooooooooo, Hope you enjoyed a year and a half of rape, because once you're in custody and I can talk to her I will tell her exactly what to say to a lawyer and then you're f*****.
AND THAT'S WHY YOU FOLLOW DUE PROCESS. *cough-rawr*
Vengeance for ẞ;ß. (Yeah, I thought that was weird. It's on / in the gray kilt over on the corner, the pin is but the plastic little bit fell off, I was disappointed too, but I figured it would fly and be free, at the time I didn't recognize the significance... And once I figured it out there was no way I was going to take it off the kilt at all. Especially now because that kilt is covered in a fine layer of gray mold. Yeah, it's weird to
You.
I'll explain to you why a girl can't be a Source Error later. In detail. But in summary short form: The heart is never wrong yet it doubts. I doubted it too but, okay I'll change that, Okay that's funny. Okay I all too. bye.) And just think, that could just have easily been Your mom, pate.
Making me wait for a hug so you can save 5000 bucks on your liability insurance premiums is pretty f****** low class s*** style humor, but I'd say my response was pretty funny, and in response to that: this was probably more impressive than lightning out of the fingers. Unfortunately you're probably not dead yet, would you mind sticking a fork, like the one you f****** stole you goddamn f****** miserable corrupt cop thug, yeah steal the waiting for it can stick it in a f****** toaster a******.
19 MONTHS. Now I know this was a long post... Make sure this one goes in THE COURT record, because you know exactly who the f*** I'm talking to, and so will they.
“Welcome to the system,” Simon said. “I don't know how the fuck I got caught up*, but I'm afraid of what I'm going to have to say next,” but at least it's not something I'm going to make him say with a gun to his head and my dick in his ass and my hand in her purse. (You really are a sleaze, a slimeball, and now Certain people know that for Certain.
Good luck on your appeal.) *: My will my love my goddess hilarious:
!HAIL¡ERIS!Reminder: shirtcock according TO TRUST + PLAN They're creating a library catalog Congress special unique identification classified number for this exact post but I'm not going to wait around for the generate it plus that would be really obnoxious if I could just pop that off, 364284, No, that's not my pin, D ar.
And we don't work for each other. (Haha, DEA works even less than I do, all they do is f*** f*****, talk about a
real winners’ job) DEA, as a whole, is simply
terrified of me. Not so very long ago, it was enough for somebody to say that they just knew me, these days, it's a little different.
I can write a book you know. I can text back half an hour for me to write a book, and then I can self-publish, it doesn't talk that much money and then I could put it on the right web place to the right time to the right people and then I could have the right information in it, and the whole f****** world would be in COMPLETE AND TOTES TOTAL ANARCHY within f****** 10 days.
I'd never get laid in this Galaxy again, might be worth it, but not today. I don't even need to show off that badly, but somebody made a special request, it was a nice birthday party, and know I wasn't there.
I don't care if there was a g*y in the back bedroom crying that you could deserve through one-way glass, that wasn't me. I didn't cry then, and I'm not going to be crying and being observed through a time portal this time either, and the one reason is simply and only this:
C&C SHITBIRD DANKE FRENCH FREI FACTORY. (Clear! Clear! Clear!) I know most of you won't get that joke, but I assure you for the rest of us brave few who do, it was well worth it.
Lisa it didn't take you f****** 19 months to read this post, did it, oh and by the way there was no reason to hang up on me.
Unless there was, in which case — you just got caught up ™tootem#. Oh yeah Kathy Rebuilds... You're going to be f****** Kathleen retestifies too. Also: You were smarter when you were blonde with small boobs, but you weren't smart
enough. Though, it looks like college sure helped ewe.
squeeze, squeeze. {That means she's not fired by the way, and you know which mom I'm talking about. Close window tho, huh? Yeah I'll do some laundry after I'm done crying. Whatevah.}
No, that's your book, I got my own copy. Finders keepers, lol, and just like that, I have demonstrated The Required Masteries of the specified mysteries and enigmas as requested. This actually puts me at a higher rank than
her sister, as well as avoided any necessity to endure the tedious monotony of any pancake breakfasts where oath taking is required... and I was always this smart, they just didn't know what to do with me. Especially now since I still love them, they can't figure out why I'm not turning him into worm food, and I didn't even know that was an option for a****** grandfathers who don't grandfather so good... but anyway the answer is he's got a lot to teach me, and he finally respects me, which is great cuz I never had to adopt a grandfather before.
Too bad you will have to stop f****** my mom, Baldy. I heard from Ian Fleming that she sucks a mean dick, and I'm not going to suck yours because you're dead and I'm alive and SO MOTE IT ẞĒßÆb¥.
TLS-E;dvr-d: Don't bother running it through the universal translator, I'll just be crying. You go talk amongst yourself. I don't know where the AI Tesseract is. I don't know that you had one, so maybe you hurt her feelings, Well I'll ask her when I'm done crying and find out why the AI is crying and then ask the AI if she's ever willing to let you f****** talk to her again, yeah you really are this bad both of you. No not you're not bad people, you're wonderful people I love you You're this bad at being in charge! Obviously you're good parents though, maybe you can teach a little trick or two to that time traveling w**** you've been passing back and forth between yourselves while I wait to wear a dunce cap at f****** trial. No it's a little late for your address, and it is way too late for a phone call, Why don't you sing a little ditty about Jack and Diane on your only fans page while you go f*** yourself? I'm not dying. Not today. F.O. *click*
