I'm going to get little pom-pom keychain tassles for your footmen. 'dorbletortles.
They were out; I got them anal butt plugs with little Day-Glo fluorescent tassels for tails. Looks like they can be used as a soup tureen or a pacifier. I left them 500 ft from your back porch step, but that's what the Day-Glo is for.
Meanwhile, People... I guess I threw off your timetable, huh?
Scusi, mille regretie. No, no one told me. Divine Timing isn't always an eagle coming down and dropping a 2x4 to smack right into your kidney. (Hey do yo have the video on that? That pulling-the-piggy-tails to start the air raid siren was a masterpiece masterstroke maneuver--it was literally the fastest, most reliable way to summon the police, which was -exactly- what I wanted. I knew the street was under surveillance, I knew the whole thing was bullshit. I was told years before about a time when someone pounded a whole 5th of whiskey, all at once, as a provocation maneuver--I remember asking, "Why would he do that?" Well, now I know, since I took a bottle of wine, drove it around to the backside of Mt. Rainier to a little town called Ravenswood. There, I sat in my car, got out of my car, pissed, got back in the car, and played with my phone until Magellan asked me for my location. I knew how long it would take to get back... and so when I answered, I knew Magellan would be pissed. And, you know why?
BECAUSE THERE WAS SOME STUPID SETUP THAT WAS TRIED TO BE DONE WHEN I WAS THERE, AND SADLY, IF I WASN'T THERE, YOU COULDN'T REALLY MAKE THE SETUP HAPPEN, NOW COULD YOU? SO I THREW OFF THE TIMING.
THROWING OFF THE TIMING IS VERY EASY TO DO WHEN ONE IS A COMMMANDO. SOLO FORCE IN ENEMY TERRITORY.
YOU TWERPS HAVE BEEN RUNNING GAME ON THE LADIES AND I FOR FIVE FUCKING YEARS. YOU MIGHT THINK YOU'RE HELPING THEM AGAINST ME, BUT, YOU'RE NOT. THEY'RE NOT TWERPS. THEY'RE LADIES.
THIS IS SOME SERIOUS BRAIN DAMAGE EVIDENCED HERE, BUT WHAT THE HELL, I THINK IT'S CUTE. FLATTERING! AAWWW. YOU ALL MISSED ME SO MUCH! ANYWAY, WHATEVER. YOU'RE NOT BOTHERING ME, AT ALL, SO FEEL FREE TO MAKE ASSES OF YOURSELVES. WHY NOT? NOTHING ELSE TO LIVE FOR, RIGHT? A-BLOO-BLOO-BLOO-BOO-HOO-BOO. *COUGH* OKAY I'M GONNA GO FINISH THAT UP IN THE SHOWER, THE ACOUSTICS ARE BETTER.
L,K,P.S.:REMEMBER THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REALITY AND FANTASY FOOTBALL LEAGUE. PEOPLE ARE ON TO YOUR TWERPY LITTLE BULLSHIT GAME. PEOPLE KNOW WHAT KIND OF STUNTS YOU'RE PULLING. THIS IS REALLY NOTHING KNEW UNDER THE SUN, AND THERE IS A LIMIT TO WHICH ANY COURT IS GONNA ENJOY BEING USED AS AN AMUSEMENT PARK SHOOTING GALLERY.
I AM PRETTY SURE THE COURT HAS SEEN ME BEHAVING FAVORABLY. I DO NOT THINK THAT ANY OF YOU SHOULD LIKE TO GET FURTHER ON THEIR BAD SIDE, BECAUSE THERE ARE SERIOUS ISSUES HERE, AND MOSTLY, I HAVE BEEN VERY PATIENT AND UNDERSTANDING. NOW THAT I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY DOING--OH, KUDOS-MANGO--I AM EVEN LESS IMPRESSED, BUT, IMMENSELY GRATIFIED THAT I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT THIS ISN'T GOING TO BE A PROBLEM.
Y'ALL THIS FUCKIN' BORED, HUH? WOW. HOW ABOUT A NICE GAME OF BACKGAMMON? NO? OH, RIGHT, PATE CANT COUNT THAT HIGH. SAD! HE SHOULD TRY AGAIN, HE HAS HIS SOUL BACK YOU KNOW.
(NOT SURE WHY THAT WOULD NOT BE SOMETHING A PERSON WOULD BE THANKFUL FOR... PROBABLY COVID.)