Thank you, P’nut, for exposing what horrible, demonic monsters leftists are to the world. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten. 
Tammy and Gabby and AlĪie and ∆lli and Ollie walk into a bar. Witch won.
Walk——’s out. Of time, of gas, of my patience and infinite understanding.
My smoking will continue because I think it's funny that you think I won't stop... or can’t. Or should. YOU DO NOT ACTUALLY KNOW THAT, DAD.
I AM GLAD INDEED THAT MY FRIENDS ARE ALIVE AGAIN.
AND I AM SURE THAT THEY ARE PROFOUNDLY DISAPPOINTED THAT I AM NOT CHOOSING TO PARTICIPATE IN YOUR RESHOOTS OF “AN OFFICER, A GENTLEMAN, &AND THE SALTIEST PALADIN FELLON OF THE YEAR AWARD SHOW BLOOPERS, VOL. ĪĪ≥KkekKVolume↑KREEdanceCREEdanceGUDgoodGUDkreeGETbiscuitBISKITbesketchBESPOKE (īñ3D-DD!)”, BUT I'M AFRAID THAT MY INTEREST IN GOING TO PRISON IS SUBSTANTIALLY LESS THAN IT MAY APPEAR TO BE OCCURING.
OBVIOUSLY, I AM GOING TO NEED AN EXTENSIVE RECOVERY TIME TO RECOVER FROM RECOVERING YOUR MIL.SPEC ASSET FROM THE TERRORS OF DOMESTIC NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY ABUSE DISORDER ABUSE (DNPADA). AS I AM A SURVIVOR OF ABUSIVE PANDA BEAR ATTACK (APBA) MYSELF, TONIGHT’S FRAME JOB IS FI—
Simplified. Now, I need food. It's that stuff that people who aren't time traveling shitweasel vampires stuff into their talking holes once in a while. I'm sure you've heard of it. You buy it for your faggot spouse and your term, “might have children” would explain how you might have “bot fuel.”
Or, from the smell in there, botulism. Look, I don't know if this is all become clear to you just now or several years ago, but it's only a matter of time before I become depressed. Now, I know you *like* me being depressed.
(Imagine the operas. Oy; vey. FAR vey.)
However, I'm not the person that you once didn't even really know at all. I can actually breathe. I've had a surgery. TWO! TWO SURGERIES! HA! HA! HA! I'm pretty sure I'm going to need more! So....
Let's just pretend that you are going to keep minding your own business, Bitch, and I am never, ever, EVER clean this house. And I do mean, FUCK
KING
NEVER. NOTHING CLEAN! NO>KING<NO>FUTURE!
To crown it all:. It was a little easier to tidy up before, but not by much, and then YOU YOURSELF AND YOUR OWN GODDAM COMPANY SENT IN THE RINGER TO MAKE AN EVEN BIGGER, MORE DELIBERATELY MADE MESS! You want me to clean YOUR mess? BITCH I CLEAN MY OWN MESSES.
I DO NOT CLEAN URZ.
I fucking heard you singing in the goddam WinCo and I literally saw you walking: CHRISTOPHER, ABD, &AND YOU. WALKING AROUND.
LAST YEAR.
I SAW YOU AT THE GODDAM MCDONALD'S. BUYING FOOD. WAITING IN LINE. B LOOKS LIKE SHES PILOTING A 13 YO GIRL, WHO IS OF COURSE FLIRTING WITH ME AND WIGGLING HER BUTT AT ME. “HER” BUTT. LOL.
OBVIOUSLY YOU'RE NOT IN TROUBLE.
JUST AS OBVIOUSLY...
I AM NOT PUNCHING OUT THE DUDE.
I AM NOT PICKING UP THE GIRL.
I AM NOT PRESSING THE JEWS INTO MILITARY SERVICE.
BUT, I AM:
AGAIN: GOING TO FUCK YOUR MOTHER AGAIN, AGAIN. (“Again!”) Babē it's five (“Fame!”) Alright, I guess I can get hard for a sixteenth time (“W∆in!”) BUT I
I
I AM
PRETTY SURE THAT'S NOT WHAT THE FLUFFER DOCTOR ORDERED.
ALSO: Lou is μoy. Enjoy, share&
sub:SCRYE🅱️. Also: you actually are schizophrenic. I am actually paying attention to stagehand MIND SIGNALS. We are not the same.
There's not even enough jelly left if I wanted to be, jam🅱️sand🔱witch🦜broom🅰️Hilda⭕👁️L∆Y!
(
Vengeance for Chris Trujillo.) I didn't even know the guy. He ended up in a wheelchair. He wants to say thank you. He does. Seemed a chill dude. NOT ONE REASON GIVEN. NOT ONE PERSON EXPLAINS.
NOT ONE DOWNLINE DOWNKING DRUNKARD EVER DIES A LOT.
COZLIK
SOME LIVES ONLY END ONCE, VINCE. *wince* OGRE SMOK DOPE WITH POPE &AND WITH PIPE NOW. FYVK YOU, G-WHINE.
HAS IT EVER OCCURED TO YOU THAT I SMOKE THIS TO KEEP YOU
AWAY? GO CONSIDER, YOU LYING BITCH, AND REMEMBER:
YOU OWE ME FIFTY BUCKS. AND LOTS OF THEM.
YOU HAVE A LONG TIME TO GET THEM.
YOU ARE IN NO BIG FUCKING GODDAM HURRY,
THAT IS FOR SURE.
BY THE WAY, YOUR DEAD MOTHER SAYS THAT
WE ARE BOTH TOO SMART FOR OUR OWN GOOD AND THIS IS THE LAST TIME ANYONE TRIES TO SURPRISE A TIME-TRAVELING SOURCEROR WITH A FUCK AND FUCK KING SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY. DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED A SURPRISE TO CHEER ME UP?
BITCH NO BITCH: I AM PRETTY FUCKING FAR FROM BEING OKAY WITH ANOTHER PACK OF CIGARETTES AND AN OLD BOX OF MATCHES AND A GASOLINE CAN. NEVERTHELESS, THAT IS WHERE I AM STARTING OUT MY GODDAM DAY.
IDGAF IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO PAY FOR YOUR FUCKING SHITSHOW SIDE MESS. YOU DON'T WANT TO PAY FOR ANYTHING AT ALL, YOU FAT FUCKING FAT HEAD METH FAT MEETING JEW (“Orange!”) FRUIT, JUICY. FRUIT, CHEWED.
FRUIT JUDITH FRUIT: Get over yourself, Pinochet Sass. You had lots of time to ask questions. Now you have time to get the answers. But now, you don't want answers. Now you want... me to be your French maid.
Do I have to change my name to Hellen Keller ĪĪĪ? By the way, ABD is in Witness Protection. I guess. That's why you can't find her, this is why degenerate time clowns are restricted in their use, and I'm sure it has an awful lot to do with why Jew—ISH peoples are so very often persecuted unjustly. BECAUSE THEY SHOULD BE.
THAT'S WYE. However, there's no reason we can't go back and make it a cliché again, Ⓜ️other⭕TERyyyyMwise.
Y'all should see my notification panel. (I'm on Android because I'm not a gayass faggot that fags gayfags for fat false flagged gays still using a Black‹BURY] 🫐) Some critical mass of Awakening Peoples clearly happening today. Good. Hopefully some of them will find themselves someone to drink WITH &AND SMOK WITH &AND d.e.w.
A lil’ gam-⭕🅱️🐂🐂-ling with, and still be able to wake up in the morning without Coyote Arm. (Don't ask. Just bet me all in and pull the trigger. YOU LITERALLY HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED.)
I'm not tempted. I am a temple on a ton of steel steed and I am, sadly, not yet bored shitless. Getting there. Maybe on the next pass. Speaking of which, I just figured out what the human appendix is for.
I'm not going to tell you. It's a secret. I'm an occult researcher, Echo.
I'm not a parrot or a patriot. That's alllll you. Or was. I *do* in fact remember you. And it is okay. You really did miss the first time. It still works. However.
There are better ways to communicate with your bound timeclown•TIME🆑OWN•brother than finding ever-so-slightly-increasingly-subtle-ways to “accidentally” kick him in the balls. (“Oops¡μ!”) Ultimately, all of this is impractical and unnecessary.
For most common kin folk. However, you are special. You actually have become addicted to kicking semi-rando dudes who may or may not look like James Randi in the balls. The benefits of such violence are self-evident, as well as manifest. (“Shave!”) Maybe tomorrow. (“Eat me!”) Gentle touchdown pass. (“What the fuck?”)
Not every virgin goes down easy. Some of them won't go down at all.
NO ONE GOES DOWN AT MY PLACE.
ALL HAWGS MAY NOT GO TO HEAVIN’
BUTT(3) AT MY PLACE—GOAL:D’HAWG
AIN'T JUST THROWING TRIPLE SEVENS.
SIMULTANEOUS PROJECTILE VOMITING
COMBINED WITH EXPLOSIVE DIARREHA
READS LIKE A SURE🔥SCRIPT FOR A HELL
OF A HEEL TO FIND A SHORT WAY TO GET 2
OF A FASTEST POSSIBLE WAY TO GET BACK
GET BACK
GET BACK TO WHERE THEY ONCE BELONGED.
🌬️🧊🅿️♟️👁️
AND I AM SURE THAT IT IS. HOWEVER, PROBLEMS
CAN AND DO ARISE, AND HAVE ARISEN, WHEN OBJECTS
IN THE REAR VIEW BACK UP CAMERA ARE NOT ONLY MUCH
CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR TO BE RENDERED IN GLORIOUS
1080p HIGH-DEF VIDEO... DUDE. 1080p. IN YOUR CAR. TO GO INTO
R
E
V
E
R.S.E¿d00D! THAT CAR WON'T DRIVE ITSELF, BUT THIS DOG
CAN HUNT AND CLEAN AND ANSWER PHONES... BUT CAN'T HAVE
CRYSTAL, OR TAKE VISA OR AMERICAN EXPRESS? BUT MASTER CARD
OYEA. OBEY. *SIGH* Well, at least there's good news: Kirsten doesn't have to worry about whether she's “Jew:Ë:enough,” ever again. Like ... enough for what? Enough for who? Jesus fucking Christ?
Yep. Needless to say: she's definitely enough. Also enough: kimono.
BITCH NO BITCH: KNOW OUI OUR KNOT MARRIED. IDGAF.
I smoke your money. THAT'S WHAT I DO NOW. THIS IS ALL I DO.
BURN🔥ICE🧊BURN🆎(EMBARGO.MAHALO.🗝️LARGO.🚗GO🚘og🏎️.LE🗝️ⁿ°.LĒ🗝️^³.LEIGjH>K‹e¿æ›>KkækK⁷‹:©🗝️Î.EMBARGO.
MAHALOⓂ️🅰️HALO🅿️🅰️Ⓜ️⭕👁️Ⓜ️⭕🧊♊👁️⚖️. 🧊) OKAY,
SO MAYBE I DO SOME OTHER STUFF TOO. LIKE, YOUR DAUGHTER
ON E. WHAT? SHE LIKES IT. I DIDN'T GO TO ALL THIS TROUBLE TO
SAVE ALL THESE OTHERWISE WORTHLESS (TO.ME) LIVES (“Tomny!”)
JUST TO SIT AROUND WAITING FOR ANOTHER COUPLE WHO SMOKES TO PLAY BRIDGE TO SHOW UP... AND THEN, NOT SMOKE.
LIKE, THAT'S JUST GOOD COMMON SENSE. (“>K‹whore⟩!”) BABY STEPS, WORD. BABY’S FIRST WORD DOES NOT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE FUKk‹Ï§‹,👁️Ⓜ️🅰️. BUT, THAT'S HOW I STARTED. FU
C›©k≥©ZÎ.
I need a break, a drink, a beer, and a ratfink ratlinefucker rat-antlion lying Aunt Lion (“Stupid!”) fucking fuckmother fucking otherfucker (“Shane!”) to answer me some goddam questions. By chance, all of that is available, LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT DOOR. BUY CHANTS.
* Jackstar is a pal🆔🅰️din, but he's got an accent egg you on swine.
Jew itch? Try fucking one while smoking one who smokes the same one’s not. See, try īT&. In any event, I'm going out.
To wimmins’. (Don’t ask. Would tell. Yew.) It's a local place. They take money. They give sugar that burns bright, I inhale the ashes, and a little later on: OUT:K:MË:The cupcakes. However, I'm just going to get cigarettes.
A fucking shitload of them, tch. ON YOUR DIME. What? This is what you wanted. Under your thumb. Don't look down.
T∆ct’Z. ©2024👁️loveⓂ️μCALL☎️>K⁷‹Û©z‹īZĪ§🔱Frenz🫂Pro🦆SHUNS.
Yeah…sure. Advanced alien civilizations really just wanna hangout schizophrenic meth addicts. It’s how they stay so young. So, how many people in you cult now? Three? Four?!
Well: there's one less now, more°ⁿ•|
Adieμ
