For context, note that someone cleared my cache files while I was working
Someone call the FBI Cyber Crimes Division and tell them I'm a manifesto-frenetic and I can hack computers with my mind. (Just kidding, they already know.) What?
Do īT. *pokes you with a stick* Come on man. I thought you loved calling 911! I thought you wanted to marry 911 and have little 911 babies! THEY'RE ON YOUR SPEED DIAL BY NOW, RIGHT? BECAUSE I'M SUCH A MENACE.
* Jackstar lets out a heavy, melodramatic sigh.
I could have whistled, but I already have applicants to be my dog. Do I need a cat? 🤔 Jewel has reincarnated already, you know. Do you think she liked being abducted and murdered? SHE'S A CAT. She had zero idea what she was agreeing to.
Fortunately, I am a diplomat. Note that this skill works on many animals. Women, too. Especially now that the cockslavdope is no longer freely available.
That's because of me, incidentally. Not because it's an abomination... but because I was left out of the loop. Big mistake.
I'm Clergy. I got rights. That's THE LAW. I guess none of you really thought any of this through. Well, neither did I.
I am a Source Titan Paladin. When I get a panic attack, you get a plan of attack. “BOTH (2) HANDS!” Okay, Veruca.
Salt? 💥
I don't like my work-in-progress deleted by mil.spec.MPs. You don't own me, NATO. Settle down. I am two phone calls away from watching WAR ATROCITY TRIBUNALS being formed. Sooooo...
I'm gonna get blasted and masturbate into my own mouth. (Kidding.) Because I was WORKING.
Then my 4A rights were violated by someone. I guess I'm supposed to “get the message”? HAHAHAHA NOW THAT'S A GOOD ONE.
WITH.GOD,.ANYTHING.IS.POZZ.A.BULL..WHAT?
COVert IDentification. Now... who scheduled the train, OK? (Klaxons sound.) Oops! I can't ask that. I retract the query
You have legal bills. I am a fucking
legend. We are not the same, Bellgab.
So there. *click*
p.s.:.Metron, I only found out a few months ago, why you have had to hide. Impressive. They must have been really serious about, you know... keeping all this IN_CONTROL. What a barrel of laughs.
p.p.s.:.NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING. (URMO.)
p.p.p.s.:.This has been practical joke #2. (I was held up in traffick.) Now μou ewe!
p.p.p.p.s.:. Hurry up and zugzwang? That slogan won't catch on. Also: your colleagues are afraid of you. Your children fear your lovers. Your lovers fear being identified. And your entourage... FOUR FÆRIE FAGGOTS FROM t‘FUTUAR!!! Which is convenient. One for each wind you can scatter them to. You know how to scatter clan doughs to the four winds, don't you?
p^5.s.:.Who blew Kennedy? Probably not just me. And probably not again. Married to Punch Bowl Wizard? Sure, have a goddam trial.
Keep it classy. Keep it sassy. Keep it free of pugilists. They're hackneyed.
Mazel tov!