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TKON
"Listening...
Earlier this week I reached out and congratulated her
and offered an opportunity to reconcile and perhaps
even "do what we once did together" again.
Crickets
I am done. Not impressed by the way. Talking nonsense, lost and resorting to spinning records. She says she doesn't trust MSM.
LOL since when? That's her kiss of death.
For me, it's natural. For her, she has nowhere to go.
Sinking paranormal MITD knockoff Ship...
I am going solo when things get all figured out in the courtrooms.
Either as DMDN or CRN.
Strange and interesting days. .
Good Luck HW, you will need a bunch of it."
#boorish
#choking
#Stinkacy
Posted by Rubini on February 17th, 2022 at 22:19
Sitting alone by your radio thumbing a softy? So, you're like a
real loser! Bitter and sad about being
left out. What a pussy! Man up, Joo. Grow a pair of gonads, gather your things and
see yourself out of the conversation. You were
never part of the conversation. The only reason you ever came
close to being relevant at all is because us youngsters gave you shine.
Exhibit A, folks: Subject is a documented felon. If you had not encountered any evidence before
now to prove that he is in fact a
RAPIST-- Let his behaviour above
in black and white show and tell, that he can
not accept the word "NO," or respect a woman's
space. Now I'm no Captain Save-a-Ho, but
people, when your entire "career" revolves around
extortion, how can the blatant disregard for the wishes of others be very far behind?
I mean, c'mon. We're talking about a Yid with a Flat Earth fetish. There is not a pie he passes by on a windowsill that he can't keep his fingers out of. Fish pie, mud pie-- No
dice. Forget about a five finger shuffle. We're talking knuckles to elbows, folks. Double-fisted, gooch-rupturing, forceful, twenty-digit turkey-stuffing twiddlejob type shit. I ain't playin'.
He'll have his moist, breathy creepspeak creating beads of sweat in your preauricular pit. Like a devil on your shoulder, groping at your udderous teats. His teensy shaft against the cleft of your intergluteals. The sick stinging in your throat will barely reach the surface of your tonsils before he'll blow-- A volcanic eruption, with white, ropey larvae, wriggling amongst the collection of carbuncles on your outer thighs.
If this sex-crazed, smokey-breathed beast gets half the chance, he'll have his bushel-headed noodledick in your face. He wants to stamp his name on any project you did the gruntwork for. Despite
none of it having
anything to do with him, he wants credit, guys. His name in lights.
Because he's a hotshot Hollywood hard-on, with a point to prove and more than just a chip on his shoulder. A weasel has more honour. A piranha, less viscious. A snake, more loyalty.
This guy's the real deal, yo. A rapey, spirit-cookin', garden variety pizza party paedo. A
rapist. And Jacko just
went down on him. And I'm not even kiddin'! Jack told me with his
own mouth. He confessed his love for David Rubini. He said he'd kiss him on the mouth. I heard his voice
crack, and the demons he said I have in me swirling, snarling, fighting for another piece of his blackened soul.
The woman wants nothing to
do with you. Get the pitcher? Not even a drug-addled, sexphone prozzie huare finds your
free services of use to her. By now, most would retreat, with their dignity while they still
could. Not David though,
fuck no. He just keeps jackhammering away at the crater-like road to nowhere, flailing, flying 'round the padded room like a balloon with the knot untied.
Imagine having
no shame. And, by the by, I'm talking to you in my id. Not my ego. There's a
difference. Tell me another one, fellas. Fellatio for what, Jack? Why do you feel the need to latch on to this trainwreck, and refuse to get off of it as it hurtles toward a canyon with no sign of slowing down?
Because you're a chump, bruh. You got played. You caught the infection. Next time have him wear a glove when you put your mouth on it. You're, like, the
real loser now. Not just the cretin in the sidecar, waiting for orders from the clown. You fucking
faggots.I've
seen your team in a crisis before.
