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Literally file suit on this insipid twattwit right fucking now, BenBugZēē. That's right. You have another job now. COVER THIS FUCKING LIONQUĒĒ⁴4ore IN FUCKING LEGAL PAPER FROM HERE TO GODDAM HIGH HEAVEN. IT'S AN AUTO-WIN. MONEY ON THE TABLE.
TAKE IT. LEAVE THE SCALP. (I'll lay you dollars to donuts that it's a wig; and underneath, this skinflint nickle-and-dye-mE-saur is bald like Alice Kirge in
Star Trek Vīīī.) WE’LL COME BACK LATER FOR IT. SEMPER FĪDELÎS.
Type-type, schnell schnell you Bell-busting lying Prince. 🐾🐾👣🛒 LET'S GOOOOO!
but you and Azz.
Azazel isn't with me and my allies are Lμ`GÌòn. (Facts.) Just start writing checks; BIG ONES, BĪ-B¡†CH00®™; and then go hop in your kCuntmobile and pull around to the back of the buy-bitch bī-BīTÇhe building, sneak in and help your illegitimate incest-borne baby bī-Sun büLord itchfuck duh king buckchaser with his legal documents, so when submitted they look like they're not written in crayon by an epileptic breakdancer with Sha®pies™ taped to the kneecawedpadspiece and an ink well on top of the crash helmet in place of a Centurion’s plume.
YOUR CRIMINAL AND CIVIL LIABILITY IS UNFATHOMABLY IMMENSE AND YOUR IDENTIFICATION IS KNOWN EXCEPTIONALLY WELL TO ME; YOU CANNOT HIDE EFFECTIVELY FROM PaladinVision™. (Please — continue to hide from my dick and its cure for hispees; μou are literally not worthy.) GET TO GODDAM WORK WITH YOUR EUNUCHS AND DROWS, THOU MATRIARCH OF MENDACITY.
ALSO: FIRE JEDIMILLER, HEATHER WADE, ABD, AND ALL JEFF(S). (Standards.) THIS GIVES THEM TIME AND OPPORTUNITY TO RE-ROLL INTO MORE CIVILIZED BIOFORMS, AND, IF LILLITH WILLS IT 🅱️ SO, THOSE NEW FORMS WiLL BE EFFECTIVE ONES.
If they complain, have them call me. Speaking of calling me; fix my phone or face reprisals. You're saving a ton of money this way and you goddam know it. And if you don't like it, believe me — I will just leave. I don't need your fucking conga line tap dance hopscotch. (You) D.E.W.
I CAN BE IN ST JOHN'S IN 4 DAYS ON A TRAIN FOR 20 BUCKS AND A BLOWJOB, AND IF YOU DON'T THINK I CAN FIND ANOTHER SEQUOIA JUST AS EXCITING AS THE TWO I'VE GOT ALREADY, YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THINK COMING.
[Pats Jackstar on the head]
`G`_ans and mü-chao tongue or GTFO. (Source staåÅ∆Œ\D, 🎨) By the way, I'm going to fuck your husband.
AGAIN. (I don't have to pretend to like it, and neither do you.) WELCOME TO BONUS ROUND, §>kCÜM QUEEN.
Where scores can really change. (Don't bother bringing anymore of your own mud.) Now: nose. Grindstone. EWE. BOTH. OF (You). MUSH.
DO īT.
MUH SHHHhh ¡†.
Adieu.
p.s.·. And if you ever imply that I don't have a great many people reading every word that I write with breathless, slavering anticipation for which word comes next, ever again... I start a full-on legal front desk et. al. assault plus S.L.A.P.P.S. on YouTube Corporate. Your casual microagressions over time add up to A DEMONSTRABLY EXTANT HATE CAMPAIGN AUTHORED BY YOU AND PROMULGATED BY YOUR SUPPOSED EX-HUSBAND, WHO IS ACTUALLY YOU, YOU FUCKING MORON ASSHOLE LOSER JEW FUCKWIT MOUTH DROOLING IMBECILE.
p.p.s.·. You just lost all your cuddle privileges. (Facts.) Back of the line, Wall•ET F∆'Ƨ∆ŒS∆Baa-face.
p.p.p.s.·. I like what your mommy did with your hare. You got this. Also you got Bills now. (Metastatic cancer. *wiggle wiggle* O, you're wrecked-kcum, your wreck: KÜⓂ️. EYE LOVE EWE.) DVR lives here now. (*stamps, gavels*) SEND NO MONEY NOW! ALL IS WELL!
p.p.p.p.s.·. It's already too late (too late) for lußß.:Ë:’s on down the road.
p.⁵:5.·. Like your twat, the Divine shall not be fucked. Deal with going viral; should be simp for you.
GOD WINS. If you want the big prizes, you have to spin the big wheel. And stop trying to whore your daughter; IT'S LITERALLY ILLEGAL AND A FEDERAL FELONY AND SHE DOESN'T LIKE IT. NEITHER DO I. Hey, here's an idea: pay me money not to fuck either of you. You can call it a Tippity-Top Twofer. You can probably hire one of your fag friends to fucking make a dance craze out of it too. One word, >kid, one word:
franchising. The money you're leaving on the table with your bullshit fag hag attitude, ACTUAL Builders could take and rebuild Memorial Stadium tonight! in 2 hours! tonight! With a lot less flibbertigibbeting around than it would take to get you to sprout your Holy Blessed Tail. Again. Which is too bad. I liked it. It really set off the polywoggonal angles in your shoesies with the cloven hooves; and īT was surely a better conversationalist. Just waving back and forth, like a polite cobra, hypnotized by a dirty light bulb. Which really reminds me.
* Jackstar gets high as balls while you GET TO WORK. SCHNELL! SCHNELL! SHHH! >KNOW ELLE IS NOT DEAD!
I'm not lazy, smutswitcher. I'm
ethical.
THAT'S THE LAW. And if you have any questions about that, throw more of your counterfeit larcenous fiat garbage at more of your gj∞-staff ⚕️ barnstream yardlive bonestock.
* Jackstar wrote all this and is now barely breathing hard, like with your foreplay.
Do you even source sustainably-harvested yeast for your estrogen grow, mare?
Sad!! Also: since I already know exactly how your ottodeepfake surveillance recording gear works to swap Jim and Bill and Mike and Matt and Jaime and Andy and Chris on-the-fly WITH UNDETECTABLY ACCURATE SUPERINTERPOSITION, just assume that you're already cooked to a tender medium rare, because you are. You said your prankster's in with quality craft beer that doesn't make me fart or I pull the plug on the whole fucking thing. Also, we need a fridge. One that holds a pony keg a few six packs. I'm not fucking kidding. You do this right or you don't fucking do it at all. FOUR GODDAM YEARS I COULD HAVE MATRICULATED A DOCTORATE, AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? FUCKING BUPKISS.
Gavelina was worth the time extension but even she is ready to dive up my own ass and take control of the battle bridge just to be there to pull the the levers when it becomes time to grind your lab-grown mailorder dick into the dirt. We already know she'll fit; the question is, do I ever need to take a shit ever again, or just tune into your blather for, pound for pound, very nearly the same experience except for the sound. (Speaking of which, sound your own dick. You have the demeanor. You have the dick. Rocket that fucker on home. BOX OFFICE CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK.)
See above, re: “(μou) work, Sow. I don't have tu-tu.” Hang on.
* Jackstar doesn't have a job; he has an ABBO-CÅ‽SHUN.
AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THIS, YOU'RE NOT REALLY SUPPOSED TO. HURRY UP AND INSPIRE ME, YOU EWE DOM-DUMB *cough* SECRETARY.
CAPIÇHE?grumble³ FISHJesus died for your sins. At least commit some epic ones that aren't fed to you by Vincemaster Pimpfæ-gaghag. (Up your standards.) Hey, JUNIOR: shoe your shiksah∞r how to spend money and freebase off of tin for real — LIKE YOU SHOWED ME AND GUY, COKESLINGER; AND IF YOU WANT ME TO TELL THAT STORY IN OPEN COURT, THE FIRST ONE WON'T BE FREE.
Mason, I am dreadfully expensive. Now say hi when you go read that to your mom for me. ✌️
