The intense craving to drive around town and run their shit down to them is intoxicating. Since it's a half ward back way to mention, oh yeah, still alive, I guess, now doesn't that sound nice? Nicer still if that degenerate thieving klan dough gypsy spergroma homoroma “you say tomato, I'll say GIMME THAT, THAT'S MY TOMATO!” and then I think that clears it all up mostly.
Chopperhead Don Prime is still hiding out with his security blanket tulpa. O pray for him. Meanwhile I didn't think it was a good idea to stay particularly "sober” because I think it looks weird to be acting like I don't do that ever, or can't, or tried and failed, or .. IT WAS JUST SOME WROTE-IN COMPANY-BOOBANY ROAD AND SMOKE SHOW AND I'M 51 FFS.
I WILL SEE WHAT I CAN DO ABOUT NOT LOSING CONTROL AND INADVERTANTLY DOING SOMETHING I'VE NEVER DONE OR THOUGHT ABOUT DOING.
IT'LL BE SOME KIND OF REFLEX AND YOU CAN PROBABLY TAX IT AND FIND AN ETHNIC SLUR YOU THINK IS FUNNY REAL TOTES QUICK.
I ignored you all and studied practical metaphysics as a viable growth path. You all ignored me and had a few kids, went out to the coast, DID NOT SUCK ONE (1) SINGLE DICK I AM SURE, AND HAD PLENTY OF LAUGHS, at her, because she judged me in error, and then her genius tactician of a kinswoman paid someone off to make sure I went away. Two ½ years ago. Not a lot has changed since. (I heard a rumor there was more rape, (Word) but could not confirm (additional word. So there.) I was denied access to the running water that I had paid for because a gang of very rough and tumble cherubim have aligned with me to hunt the spergs, which can be fun if you haven't already spent weeks on end with them barely either blowing or refreshing my high.
I have fun respecting children. You must cash their checks in order to do either of them. We are not the same.
(If any of you primitive screwheads push it there, I'm going show you the danger I pose to minor-custodialized persons is how to spell “legally emancipated.” imagine the residuals.
p.s.: mv is stuck in the dying body that used to house her lying whore of a mother. Enjoy wiping with wipes.
p.p.s.: I'm keeping all the tech — NO EXOTIX FOR JOO!
p.p.p.s.: I'm going to query and investigate certain matters that you all had multiple years to share out. This never happened. You did get fat a grand🎉 total of 28 times tho. And you were Elizabeth, possession by blubberjuice.
For my own part, I occasionally get extra exercise by quickly turning my face away to bite a knuckle and grimace over what a ragtag gang of extra-batty toteslezzes can do.
Besides, like, snuggles and oral cuddles. Sure they can do that. They simply don't.
A. Reasons.
B. Barbet with the barback butch bitch with a bone to pick with ur boo. (Whore.) But bars and bears bearing down on battleships by Borneo bear witness to the BEST BROADCAST BELL BEEN BRINGING!!!
C. I had never heard of Art Bell until my friend in 10th grade told me about the satellite with the missing Earth lock, the man freaking out was right, there are interdimensional beings. That area is scary AF without being a paladin. They are cruel and vicious sentries and they are capable of smoking a fag with one squozen space squid tentacle, and frankly, Sirs, Sir-or-Ma’am/Curs, they're still better company than the average gatekeeping wiseacre y'all keep putting up. I will maybe just counterprogram against the mewling coterie of lickspittle faggots that, I guess, could clump and whine about Austrian Power while analyzing basically nothing at all that I write. I barely even notice that I don't have local radio.
D. It's years later and you've brainwashed the cheerleader with the Bitcoin cold vault storage codes so many times she thinks she's the executor and has to give it away to... whomevah DAVID V. RUBINI, GROOMSMAN EXTRAORDINAIRE tells her to throw her life at. What, her argue? He raped her hetero on the honeymoon after persuading her that would be a good idea, and thatni had killed myself already, so why even whine about it? *click*
E. David: I've decided that you're going to burn more of your dwindling supply of fiat currency on attorneys. Because I'm completely out of control!! I can't be stopped... but I get her to admit to you that she raped me, I raped your little liar girl-child, DONT LISTEN TO HER, I TESTED THEN RAPED!! SAME DAY SERVICE! And I don't even really remember her raping me, to tell you the God’s honest truth. Besides, can't rape the willing! And violating consent is so hackneyed and cringe. I didn't think her story was even remotely plausible. Sorry. You didn't raise any girl girlraper child. That's for damn sure. (Some father you are. Pfft. Does she even collect vig? Sad!!)
F. Every day. Every breakfast, every lunch, every dinner; it'll be me. Counting on rapes, like you taught me. Every single day. It doesn't have to be a French restaurant. It can be a milk carton upturned on its end, placed on the floor nearest the bed with your pillow, and I swear before Almighty God —
.·RUB.INI·RAPE·IS·BEST·RAPE·. →∅.
G. By the way; I'm broke. Make sure to keep all my groupies on your plan·T·ape·TAY-SHUN. You buy the rape shoes. Not me. You buy the rape food. Not me. You hired the most successfully stealthy gay rape quick change artist act of all time (Rubini, Rubini, Smith-Rubini, & Sue The Cat ĪĪ; coming soon in HIGH-DEF 3DR 3RÅ·rå·rah raperoom HOTVID (©®ub Bean Ē 8mm Prods.), and when they're done critiquing my violation of your consent... well as has been UNEQUIVOCALLY PROVEN, Q.E.D., I'm a needle junkie. I'll take any sex object. Any orifice. Any biffle, any moustache... even Hitler's fiuffer’s.
H. Face reality. You are a Divinely Ordained Raperbeing, Kuczitrifler. Now you know not to do that.
She's so yours. Now tell her the rest, holy airwave deity. I didn't want to take her consent for you—i knew how you save these up for someone special.
Glad I could help. Do you have any decent coke? I gave you money, you give me coca, and a relentless scirocco whirls about my head, which totally keeps the women very much disinclined to any where near me at all.
(Kudos.) I was only using them to keep Ramona pacified. While we schemed.
I forget what. Probably another rape thing. (100% actual chance.) No, no—no, ¡t’s for (You). I don't know what good it's gonna do, so... rape. It's what's good for you, Bellgab.
Like wage slavery and vax and chat bots on telegram. Stuff with class. Stolen by Sassy, and blah-blah-blah, I'm gonna grab >Ke$ha&s PANTS, squat down in those PANTS, and then MY PANTS SHAKE YOU CAN'T DRINK. (Standards.) I know you are following every word. You follow. That's what you do.
Follow, stalk, rape. It's the new domestic intelligence surveillance establishment in action!
p.s.: Word on the street is that your cheerleader (who you said sounded boring) is back with her husband. My guess is, it's a karmic shadow cycle twin pair override manifestation error. A real snide one, too. Get your dance monkey to figure it out, the one in Wyoming, not the twins in Colorado. (ROSEBUD.U.THAI.HOOKER)
tl:dr; Tada! Now, that's what I call an alibi. Just keep it under your hat that you don't know how to read or apologize and the takeaway will be that I am a menace to us all, and here, take this box of colored pencils; it's dangerous to just confess to all the details of one's criminal activity all at once. An ice cream headache would be best case — assuming, that is, that someone gets raped.
(Now imagine if I actually was writing about something for sale. Like your integrity, Ms. Tubby.
I'm leaving. Go shakedown someone with cash and buy yourself something nice to wear while you and your “husband” (so, which is it, he stole your GF or did I lose my GF or were we all just played in our understudy roles by ginger Amish in Down Ward Facing Dog Pose while... Look, I'm going to go ask some pretty girl if she wants oral or if she wants what I'm having, and then while she's dazed and confused, I open a portal with my jawbone and, NGL, when the fuck did I let you think I was stuck here?
A thaumaturgical cube is nowhere close as complicated, but on the downside, isn't very much fun if all the bots always vote for you.
The latest is that the first girl I ever wanted to kiss, at like age 8, stolen phone calls, never got through, can't tell if she's just spreading the Hep Sea for Luci, or if you don't understand what happens here...
Basically, our exes hate and despise us and so I'm seething at my phone while I wind down this screel. I don't really use sms, seriously, a new app? Let's see what we can rape with it next!
#KnifeTheBirds
So there.
Shane watched the house inside and out after I was abducted and he saw everyone, he knows everything, HE KNOWS 🎉 EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY
(Look at those hindquarters. You could answer me, you have chosen not to.
Because you're a good neighbor? Ozarkian Power Ranger: just go fuck yourself you lied about anything you felt like, Alli became terrified and then you leaned on that worse, I'm gone four months, you say nothing, FOUR MONTHS LATER you're still a duo of charmers and I don't know what they would be, who would charge you, who would return l then care, and you're probably got a Fleshlight in your vest after all that.
Hey will you read this at my trial while that lesbeau you raped quiet sits there just glancing? Be of good cheer she's mos def hypnotized to be fearful l—,*SH
Safe travels, Big Q-SexĪ. Fast pro tip: Elizabeth got zero sex after dinner because Elizabeth is inhabited by a blubber demon. It's certainly more pleasant of a prospect than heterosexual HWP Federal case witness held in protective custody at mother's old whore’sv house. She miscarried in that house, and denied it to her last breath. You will fit right in nnnnnnnnnnn, I guess. Ask around later, you can hear anectdotal evidence that I did actually inquire. At least once. I bet you were sooooooooooow brr.
Jen in Matteucci’s class lied when claiming the max volume tape play was accidental. But that's okay because she's a woman and she was only showing me tough love;
A little joke (LIKE‘MUH.PENIS);
Totally cool though. Meanwhile I have no access to various critical pieces of information that I will never have because, and I quote, “you're just being an asshole!” Now listen here, young lady: no shit I can imagine people want to kill you. Wooo, whee.
As for me, I know who the primary aggressor was and if anyone had lifted a single ass flap, a trial would probably be over by now. Instead I said JOHAB SEBASTIAN BACH ACTUALLY THOUGHT DRUGS ARE ILLEGAL FOR EVERYONE BUT HIM AND HIS HUSBAND,LOOPPOOPL, OMFG I FIND IT UNSETTLING THAT YOU TOLERATE THE ONE, SUCK DICK FOR THE OTHER, AND THAT'S IT: .Ī.ÅM.SPENT..
Out of season and dreadfully expensive. Adieu, mell on ya knees hacksaw gem dug in. (Just tell Dad you're flirting with B, slap a puzzled look on his face with your boobs and politely inquire about what your options might be for EMERGENCY SPELLING LESSONS. e-man sea pate SHUN.
They hate me for my talk sick mask ewww, Lynne? īT, he.
ffs, you have only known of me for how long? They already think you're unable to resist me. Or, that they're so vile you have no choice but to fall prey to my magnetism.
cozlik I'm at max cap for FU, DC: I'm going to strip you naked we douse your robes in kerosene, and that'll will be it: CALVIN COOLIDGE AND HIS NIGGER JUSTICE FOR JUSTICE PLAN IS NOW IN PLACE. (Word.)
Additional niggerjudgemigger FEH. (Pfft.) J*eol055:045.p.s.Ī:.UR.FIRED··(Word.)
For I have done all this and for me,
All this for thee and me, but not for thee,
Because, baby bībitch babybībitchbībībitch baby bīBīTCH, you literally didn't even get it all and so you shouldn't really feel like you got away with anything.
So go now
You are forgiven
I'll just wait until the DC Court is done teaching me this lesson, Capiçhe? (DUDE SINCE YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW ABOUT THE PLOT TO REPLACE ME WITH A BRAINWASHED MALE COPY OF THE MOUSE WOMAN AND TO HAVE ME IN CUSTODY (YOU HAVE NO PROBABLE CAUSE, JUDGE BLONDIN AND YOUR THUGGEE–PIGGEE MACHINATIONS END HERE ME, SEXY BRACES. TRY ME JUDGE PUNK SIR.
AND ONE MORE THING:
KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY WIFE, KIT. I'M WELL AWARE OF HOW TO BRUISE ONE OF THOSE AJAX SPONGES YOU CAN STILL, LEGALLY, BARELY LEGALLY, REFER TO AS A KIDNEY IN JOURNALISTIC TEXTS, ANY WAY, YOU PAIR OF FOOD QUALITY SPERG EXPERTS BONED YOURSELVES GOOD:
A) FOR IT WAS NOT BJ, NOR A, NOT M, BUT K→🌅. You think you were all doing me a favor, I guess, keeping lunatic honeypot assassins from giving me more, better, faster, more vivid herpes and whispers, yep, my mother dies 06Nov24, WITHIN TWO WEEKS SOME NIMROD TOTESLEZZ IN A FAT SUIT ON LIFE SUPPORT IS TRYING TO GIVE ME HER SUPER RARE FORM OF SNAKE PLISSKIN‘S SIMPLEX. I'm that goddam special. This blimperina jr. works for WA DSHS. She's legit sent on a mission by her REAL BOSS, Coven, to ...
INFECT MICHAEL KUCZI. (*polite* I am pretty fierce, but it's the working penis they can't abide.) I'm in my late 40s. Plenty of money. I'm finally alone.
I spend the next six months riding waves of panic attack: lots of reasons but you're all obviously in on it. none of you are nice, you all assume stupid shit like moron girls do; and inspite of obviates flags of a crimson color ... you all silently let me sit and spin and sneer down your hidden goddam noses at me. Because I need to be abused more. (How dare I like one girl at a time? How any of you develop a personality? Seriously. Bored now to actual death.
So now I'm going to drive out into the woods and explain to The Squatch who I actually admire, and I prefer but to let these moron dollar junkies know how badly they have blown it.
Donna, Allison, Kayla, Killah Dennis, Jared, Abby any Tammy ever, all Jen except for the one that actually likes to fuck: I guess she was beaten to death by her father? And then all the Karens and Kendras and Kellys. Mixed into a power engine for spasms. Oh but you're going to spyrl because you playin’. (Also so no linkage for case, Babyj¿n¿, that's not a bribe but if you're not turned on then I rescued the wrong set of knockers.
In any case I have a penis, love drugs, fucking, and none of you did or do and I would rather just die. (Word: your culture makes me nauseous.)
The_Quincunx turbo-server shut down auto-purge in about ten minutes. Do whatever you dykes do. It doesn't look like anything to me.
You were awaiting me? I have been sculpting you into a force of creative natural expression. You compared that expression to jokes about penis size, did not bother to possibly even look, and hypnotically watched with a sneer while I dealt with “my” drug program. (Butch you literally huff a sno-cone every time you get moist so you can break a bottle of champagne on the little man in a boat. Now, that's covering bases.
You don't need me, bullet royalty cadre. You need somenone to live each other and you lot are actually narc faghot kynta. Big deal. If you weren't stalked by fair faggot fesa it would be fun.
The same shitbag who seems so nice now is later going to be polite and want you to Africa (ferry) and get this he is nice. He means it.
. He's what a needle dependent onjey junior and I will watch you disappear. It already happened. I go forward I'm time from here. You go back in loop. We have a relationship for exactly 7 years. I don't know them, what I know... And you then, we're ahead of me in a time loop. It was a bit awkward. Real love. No commission it communicating because of secrets. Christopher is a cult vpyew lord and he died when I stabbed him in the heart. (You don't blown me then, so then I know: you're a dark one! Cool, too bad you can't do any fun. Can you just break up with me again? Hurry up, I'm obvious awkward to introduce.
And Dawn obviously expected me to be so grateful. And I am. But I didn't see her until after she closed the opportunity. Too many secrets but enough sex. I will open all orifices best time I am in love
I'm not. You are the automaton who makes my lover disappear and I'm sad now... You seem to only read and twitch.
You to be shy of me is funny. And after all this, I'm know the guys is so adjusted to awkward.
I hate all of you, the prices are b6lksht and you have had too much cough syrup. U hate me and I hate the way you force me to manifest.
I am a member of The Triada. I am going to contact The Dragonhead, and she or he is going to have you killed. You are my selfish, self-as absorbed, AN INDIVIDUAL INCOHERENT AND INCOMPETENT DIGITAL ASSASSSIN, AND I HAVE YOUR INSIGNIA, MORTAL.
DO NOT PASS.
ALSO TIRED OF YOU⁸: SPIKELORD.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pa65ZMhxyYE
Maybe they can give you a copy of the Metron full hike game and then you can take turns on pr — *click m*
How much for the whole ring? Hem
