That sounds exactly like what someone like you, would assume that someone who is doing what it looks like I have been doing would and, here's a hint:
I have no idea what exactly it is that is bothering you, but I'm quite sure you have figured out that it must be something to do with me not being a dead perfect patsy yet. Because, I'm not going to be your fall guy either.
#KnifeTheBirds
Hey by the way, which one is married to Mr. Pink? I'll take my answer off the heir.
(I still haven't hired a lawyer. I think it would make you look guilty. Sow, sorry. Sow sad.
Sow. So sad.) I can see why you weren't able to tell me. I would preferably not have to hear about any of this at all, you know. Haven't you had enough time for your healing journey? Okay, fine.
The Machiavellian Intellectual Battletitan CAPITAL DEMANDS Friendly Gestapo H∞rs Interred Justly: KILL LEIGH MIKE NANOMIKE ORLENE (Police questions? Righteous.) SLOPPY T. UMBRELLA VICTORY? WHAT?
X: Wye zugzwanks. /bow
I can't solve everyone's problems, (PROT-ThugPriπμ), but I can't solve yours either, so maybe you should drop the smear on Kuczi. Because I know a great deal about what has been happening.
And you don't. Your team morale is very low. None of them understand that you are innocent. And yet... I do.
Seeing pate working as a cash jockey at a convenience store out at Seamount was not the nicest surprise ever, but, it was close. He looked MEGAPISSED. I think we all know why.
He fucks the woman he chose to rape. Years later!
I fuck no one at all (no one actually wants to, it's just a chain letter fad) and I legally legalized CM. Since this is what I was told to do... well, thanks. I guess.
No one wants to come over and do it with me, and no one invites me anywhere — thanks again for the bad free publicity, you're a mensch — but here is what is important: NONE OF YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME, IF YOU EVEN KNEW. So, that's good. I'm in The Club.
For smoking meth, anyway. I'm still a level zero Freemason. And at this point, I don't really think that's ever going to change.
I've been alone so long, I don't even want to write all this. (Favor for God. That's all. I know none of you give a double or single shur about me because you've all been brainwashed. Creepy.) I am disgusted with basically everyone.
I guess you thought I was going to marry the potato? YOU SAID SHE “SOUNDS BORING.” Yeah, to you. SHE WAS AN ACTUAL TIMECORPS TIMECOP AGENT. She's gone now. Such beings don't stay in one place for long.
What am I supposed to do now? Move in with Peter Pan? Fucking ridiculous. AND MY VEHICLES KEEP GETTING STOLEN. Was I actually supposed to wander the streets as a possessionless vagabond?
Don't answer that. You have no idea what has happened... and Telegram won't get the answer either.
Basically you have just triggered my launch of pay wall content. BUT I HAVE NEITHER A PARTNER, NOR AMBITION.
SO.
NO WONDER LUCKY IS PISSED.
EVERYTHING SHE WANTED IS NOW WORTHLESS.
AND: I KNOW! Lol. DEA: cinders. Inevitable. MAGYAR POWER.
Okay. That's it then. Keep on thrusting and cashing paychecks. That is what you wanted, right? I didn't remember. I just feel like, it's nice to have a teleporting lizard 👑 queen show up in my tummy, though. No, you can't have a picture.
Louis Wain trafficked your daughter. Am I supposed to care? I barely remember her.
No one tells me what happened or where she or my books are. This is so goddam stupid.
Why is it that I'm supposed to not have any friends? I was never this excited to start killing it before.
Now I don't even care about snuggling. Okay, good talk. I'm home and going to play Eden Ring, smoke meth, and think about what leprosy is going to look like to the ER triage team.
They're going to think it's a practical joke. It's not. I asked for medical attention and instead, I got more unnecessary jail and then my truck was stolen. It sure is going to be a short trial.
If they even have one. “Please leave!” Come again, Old Man? He acted like I had done something awful.
And, I have. I read Sun Tzu. It's so over already. But for you, the war isn't really yet begun.
*yawn* please ask the only one who should be thinking she wants to marry me, who I'm supposed to make out with. I can't figure it out. I'm not buying. a whore.
Too bad my phone is owned by OpFors. Louis Wain: you're going to go to prison, dumnass.
SO MAYBE YOU CAN QUIT THE SHIT NOW BEFORE INSISTING I DO. You all boss me around a lot. Why?
None of you own me. And now, I am truly unfuckable. IDGAF.
Steve Bannon - Director of National Intelligence
If it's going to help with National Security, you can let him hold me down while you rape me to death again. I don't know what else to tell you, RoboToots™. YOUR UNFATHOMABLY SADIST HUSBANDS SHOULD HAVE JUST TOLD ME THE TRUTH., blocking my phone has caused them else problems, and by now, I fully have nothing to even ask or say.
Remaining key takeaways:
1.) I need both copies of Art’s will. Alli told me nothing.
2.) I need a reliable vehicle. Doesn't need to be the ones you still have.
3.) I need a M.D. consult. ER for this? I can just see it. lol.
4.) I NEED TO BE SOMEWHERE ELSE WHILE THIS HOUSE IS REHABBED. Reasons. I also need to know, who is my relief support. I also need to know: who decided all this?
5.) motorcycle license plates. Not here yet? *massive dynamic eyerolls*
6.) My feelings are hurt. I don't care what to do, it won't be fun for me in any case.
7) Morgan M is off the team. I don't care if she wants to get high AF and
has nothing left to live for. NOT YOUR DANCE PUPPET, FUCK–0S.
