you say more in brevity than you do in volume.
This is precisely why I arranged for that fake rage clip, shouted out directly at the microphone with the terrible loudness, the then, the terrible din, how dare I? I think I just called her a w****, Is this not illegal these days?
Reminder: this is a woman who calls me a n*****, hopefully to my face, usually while smiling. Never while in bed, although there's still tonight. I am a n***** from the waist down. I have heard her say, in her own voice, with gleeful abandon, "n***** n***** n*****!! I think I have a an immature sense of humor”, to which I reply, at least she still has her sense of humor, after abandoning her posted security duties and leaving me vulnerable to the machinations in the actual full-on physical rape of myself by one David Metivier, who assaulted me in some sort of astral form, a week before Jewel was murdered, and I'm not sure who did that one, but I'm guessing it was somebody else named David, although I certainly can't testify that for certain. Frankly he seems like too much of a twerp to twist the neck off of a parakeet, and I think he was just joking anyway... at least until the third time. (I got a fresh confession on my fourth cell phone from 3 weeks ago. Did you think this was over? No, I've just been too busy to keep up with these breathlessly entertaining current events. Go Bears.)
I can say for certain, he certainly did tell a joke about Jewel five or six times and I have voicemail on quite a few of them. Now this might sound ghastly, but the thing you have to remember about Jewel is that she was a real stone cold b**** of a cat, and I'm glad she's dead. I'm saving a bundle on cat food and I don't have to handle her shit. But the sudden emergence of a bunch of inflamed hemorrhoids really distracted me from taking care of her that very week, and then she died, found on side of road dead. Not in traffic mind you, off to the side in between two post boxes one named BoazZ & one named Joaquin Phoenix. And then her corpse was stolen. And then her corpse was desecrated. And then her microchip was stolen. I got the scalded eye for free.
Y'all keeping up with this one? Welcome to The Narrative. We have both kinds, volumetric and brazen. By the way: either pate hasn't liked me very much this whole time, or else this is a new pate, cuz this guy's a real dick. No hard feelings. No aftershave. No cool refreshing lemonade download. I bet you think you've known something, right? That's cute.
So yeah, volume, I was screaming my head off this one time (Knowing you schmucks would eat it up and fall for it utterly, but not really believing anybody would steal from Me) when I noticed that I had been setup to be recorded without authorization, stolen from me by denying me a copy of my own performance art by deleting the original (That's cold mang), played for the entertainment of God only knows how many cretins, and then was able to use that as a comic backstop when the same thing was accused of me by one ms. made.
Surely by coincidence, I just explained to her the definition of “fair use” today, and this application in situations of this nature. I legit was in fear for my life when I saw this tutor-head knocking on my door at the same time as pox pox red eye. Like, what? They can't be a coincidence, does she have a gun to her head or what? What if it is coincidence? How do I document this? Oh I know.
Still wondering on that one. (Did some of legit push that at court, only to be informed that there was nothing wrong with it? Also: I sound awesome. Is this one where I throw the plastic cap at the wall to feed shy of her head but right past the cell phone that she's holding her hand pointing at me? An actual whiz bang. She even flinched. Of course she flinches a lot these days, Thanks Cal-Lee. However no one is now wondering where the recording came from, which just blows my mind, because it was pretty obvious to me that that was some kind of bullshit setup from the get go. I don't think it would have been hard to find a jury that would have agreed.
Further, some of the things I said were deliberately set up in order to be tremendously traumatic when heard by the wrong set of ears, that being, anybody without a sense of humor. “I don't care if he does (blank) you again!!!” was a particular favorite, given that at the time that statement was said, I didn't really care, what I really cared about was whether or not she was going to get a chance to roll for initiative on raping him back, or at least, I care that I actually sounded like some kind of lunatic vengeance demon.
Besides if she gets raped again, will have microphones on her right? Maybe she'll leave location sharing turned on. Funny story, actual verbatim quote, moments after felling me with the tomahawk in one dimension and charging towards me to grab my phone in another, freshly resurrected: "“damn it, you're bleeding.”
I was still on the phone. I hear I'm laughing his ass off. That tape is out there, and I want it, I want to know if it was really a tomahawk, I want to know what she muttered under her breath as she walked away, and I hung on to that phone for dear life... in fact I'm using that phone right now.
Of course I can't prove that this Google Pixel 3 is from another dimension, but that's okay I can't prove that she murdered me there either. Somethings, I would prefer not to have to prove.
Like, say, anything I just wrote. Well, whatever, that's what brevity gets one, endless requests for advanced math homework, as well as a punch in the jaw
A punch in the jaw. Hey, speaking of, pate, what is your angle? About an 18 and 1/2, right? In the meantime you have any curiosities you'd like satisfied? As you know, I'm smarter than you, but I'm not nearly smart enough to know automatically what you couldn't automatically figure out, So I don't even know where to begin, unless you'd like me to start with the list of names that she first started talking to here.
I understand it was an exciting time to have new blood here. What I understood is that her genome was already here already, they literally own this planet. Yeah, I did that, yep. Hey, honey, what do you think that Pate might be mad at me for? (She activated a psychic powers, pause for a moment, muttered something on her breath and then walked out of the room. She doesn't want to talk about this. She wants to hear about her friend pate was actually (Blank).
Mrs. Garrett's daughter-in-law in The Facts of Life television series.
Fucking Joogle her and link us, WTAF? FU FU ROT FU 88.
This reminds me that retards look the same as everyone else when you see them through Infra-Red Goggles.
Dude I know you can see me, that's why I'm sitting out here and there's a flagpole. Get Chris's pants up there and come on over for a smoke. Oh, right, on duty, what's that like? Fucking blow me.
Film at eleven. Hang on, I'll ask. Any last words, Honey? (She's walking out the door.)
She says “buy dogecoin.” Oh good, she got a sense of humor back. Hang on a minute I'll have that raped out of her in a jiffy... Jesus, Tom, are you nuts? Of course I didn't write that with voice recognition.
I used shout recognition. Yeah, she's pissed. Kind of a numb stare, rather than a flaming meltdown, so that's progress. Boy those counselors they turned her on too sure did a good job... convincing her that I might have a point.
True Grit
The grit is a lie. Go on sand it down to a fine dust. My sincerity will win over, as it has done before, and has will do so again.
The Klown can always start his own podcast.
Rowland and I have not come to terms either. You kids play. I'm waiting for another lawyer to call with another $500,000 check. Or maybe it was $490K. I'll be honest, I'm old school, I like seeing all those zeros, I don't like spelling numbers with the K, not because it's satanic, but because I can't believe how many of you people have been fooled by this mind control bullshit.
If the K is so Satanic, how come it's not spelled Satanick? Welcome to the pro tour, Grapefruit. All right, anybody else? Believe me, I prefer brevity, but even though I'm not getting paid by the word, every minute I stand here is another minute I have to spare while she comes back after... Well I don't know what she's doing maybe it's a vision quest. Trust me, she's pissed, that last joke was awful.
And for 30 grand I'll tell you why. *Arimjob*
