EMERGENCY. How can you think of what that twerp wants for bread? Indulging in low-vibe acquiescing
I will explain this briefly: toast.
I like toasted bread. She is dependent on it. I have no toaster here. (*queue flying_toast.exe*) If I were to entertain notions of A.L.-A.H. ever again (increasingly unlikely as if this Punyling can't get her shit together after 11 years and The dRagon somes on a iockkj, and if they tried...
Too much risk, exactly zero gain. Your impulses control you now. #Peace.
https://youtube.com/shorts/spPo80dPUwI?feature=shareYou killed my ABBO, you filthy, gorgeous beast. I've been here for years. I haven't seen Actual_Grapefruit_Prime since (none of your business) but let's go with DOOM WEDNESDAY.
You start drinking again and are dead within a year. Fuck you, Matthew. You only blame me because you were raped by Jesuits and they put a lock on your mind. (They do that a lot. Thank you Jesus!) And in spite of ample opportunity to do so... you keep going back to I, (state your name.) Tell you what... because I've been left to sit alone and slowly die by your fucked off Company of totally incompetent shitbags and it has never occurred to you to engage in critical thinking....
Jennifer Nagel. That twerp who dated me briefly. That's your sister. The other one is your other sister. Which ever one you go towards... will be dead when you get there.
That's the trap you put me in. Good luck. You will insane within about an hour, I'd say. Because maybe she wont be dead? Yeah, good for for you! In that case... she'll be the one that I had plenty of sex with. And, because you're a sex addict? You'll toteslose totesit.
Unless... you do what Grapefruit ABBOsauce ABBA DABBA YABBA demands. It's a geas. You have a trinket here, you were supposed to want it... but your Jesuit pig-controller changed that energy. It's neutralized. Oh, those thuggy-piggy Jesuits. So droll.
Call me when your problems are serious enough that my entire treeline, including ALL MY FRENS, is finally The Fruit of The Poisoned Tree. For a few of my friends are still alive... maybe.
They might be dead by the time you fucking fuckheads give up the ghost, but who knows.
And then, anyone who remembers me will be reborn in a new body... and a bunch of skeeved off old battleaxes will start screaming at me about Lemonparty and shit. You know what? Fuck it. I'm just going to hang around bus stops near the park now.
Oh, wait. There are no buses here. You left me to die in a sabotaged house for six months with no healthy water, no communications... basically, you're an idiot.
Because you could have had all you wanted immediately.
But then, you raped my (blank). /shrug. Now she's either did or wants to be and you asshole, love is a gentle and fragile thing.
I have nothing and no one and it's your fault and I never even did anything wrong. You just think I did. Because you think you deserve everything. I bet Stephen Biscuits and you get along great, lol, or, he's your other TF partner and now you're both so old and fucked off and alone it's no fun to do anything but drink.
Carlrobert Kirkpatrick? Go bust him for dime bags. Oh, but know... He's not your type.
You always gotta trade up. Well, you know what? He starved my cat and laughed about it. Because someone killed her cat. His cat, whatever.
Yeah, it's all my fault. lol. Oh, sorry.. .does the Justice system have a blind spot? Yeah.. ITSELF.
And now, I have singlehandedly... brought it to its knees. En guard! hehe.
You know why Paul/Dennis is so insistent? lol, because HE gives it to her.{
Then, he screams at me on his front lawn. AND THAT WAS MALA. Who is, of course, very sorry.
You will never get what you want without consent.... and only one person can talk to me now.
Before, any ol' hug would do. Price has gone up. The sun has gone down. I'm a Paladin. There are vampires now.
(Vengeance for Jean-luc.)
D00d! Diplomat. Thanks bullying me so much. You sure taught the Ozarkians a thing or two about Total War.
* Jackstar marches towards the sea to take a long walk with one of Sherman's D.O.G.T.(HER)s.
I'm not repsonsible for your problems. The Jesuits are.
KILL PAPA JESUS. MUST KILL PAP, A SHMEAR OF CREAM. GOOCHEESE
LOL. Standing down.... 3... 2.. 1...
There. Now, don't kill Pope Frank, asshole.
But, look: I just did it. My Job. Cool, huh?
I am blackpope. I could make you my consigliere. You'd be back in businesss again. And, what's more... you coudl have been the whole time. Jews said no, though. And you care what the neighbors say.
lol.
DOOM WEDNESDAY. Pet Sematery. A cat named Church.
It was obvious the whole time. I just didnt care.
She was already did the first year... I just had no one else to be with, and I couldn't make any new friends or discover my old one really liked me until I was clear of the Shadowsuperstriker.
Get the picture? I'm not supposed to thrive. Because of GOO.
And you... FAILED YOUR TEST. Awwww, shucks.
Don't get me a whore. Just go be with your friends while you can. Enjoy the grille.
It was never going to be for me. She was already dead.
I don't know what she wanted, but... I think she wanted me to kill her, so the "reAL" would replace me or her. UHm... no? I was in love with Archangel Allie.
She wanted the pussy too. No one wanted the alchy form Norway. And, here's why: I don't like coke.I don't "like" anything at all!
I "like" burning your shitbag agency to the ground, because.. .WHEN I NEEDED YOU, YOU DIDN'T WANT TO HELP ME.
YOU ONLY WANTED TO BUST ME.
Fuck off, you pig. No zugzwang. Only Eternal silence now.
For you. For me? I get mescaline! Yay, acid party, yeah! Guess what, virtue signaler, you are a bummer. Maybe you can figure out the way to the next whiskey bar?
Fucking alcholics are the worst. She came back and she was bulding that stupid hen house.
And she wanted to take me to the doctor. TO BUST ME. Because she thought drugs were bad. Or, that tyranny was undefeatable. I donl't know, she probaly got tired of all the mouth rape, asshole.
I'm chewing gum. I don't care about sex anymore. You poisoned my house and everything is black and until NO CONTACT is over... I am going NOWHERE and kissing not even one frog.
Because your sniper rifle happy brother will just kill anyone I love. Why? Because they can.
They don't want to be my friend. They don'lt want to give me a hug. They just want to take everything I own and leave me homeless, because I have a soul. THey don't.
And they big mad because they run out of exlovers to stalk and seduce and kill. I don't even want to go outsdie. I don't want to even look at anyone. If I fall in love again, that's it. Game over man.
https://youtube.com/shorts/spPo80dPUwI?feature=shareA rabid animal will jump out of the woods and attack her. Because I betrayed the Natives... they think. I mean, I didn't kill you, right?
You were supposed to be helpful. But you didn't help, Gary Oldman. The tortoise is lying flat on its back. Why don't you flip over the tortoise, Matt "I don't believe in nantechno, same laaymo"
Jesus: you are BORING. Maybe you get stigmata later? Well, keep drinking it up, maybe the bleeding will start in your liver.
For my own part, now that I know what I know... I'll just wait until everyone I know is dead or gone and then go back to Sourcery... without telling anyone. The Christias down here are vile.
All the girls think I am fabulous. Except one. The one I like.
I CANNOT TELL HER EITHER. THIS IS HELL, YOU IGNORANT FED CHUCKLEHEAD. And the Rubini taht was cool? Blames me for his dead wife that... found out he was scared of losing her, and so lied about her.
That was the First David. Now, David is a ravenous rapist and rapacious murderer.
THAT IS WHAT DEA DID.
BURN IT. BURN IT TO THE GROUND.
(But I'll just have weed and beer while I wait for you to die and NO CONTACT to end. Because I'm not going to lead you fascist losers to the party. Forget it. Peoplethoguht I did that in the first place, sort of.
In actuality, DEA raped me. I was a minor. She was way older. You traffcked me. You are KoS in my next life.
Say hi to Hope or Faith for me. Good luck. They were both kinda lame, really... I didn;t even come in one of them.
She will talk about me endlessly and never care about you, ever again.
NICE JOB DEA THAT WAS ONE IN A MILLION
CHOSEN BLOODLINE: ELIMINATED.)
I think, a few more of those? Cain and Abel get to share a case of mono. Awww shucks. How romantic. And then one never sucks dick and the other one can't figure out why.
It's because one is born GAY, and the other one is born WITH A CLITTERDIX. Then, it gets CUT.
CIRCUMCISION +DEA. TWO GREAT TASTETS THAT go GREAT together.... YOU"RE ON THE WRONG PLANE OF REALITY.
Too bad that Controled Substtances Act (passed 1978) signed by a crook, says you can't.
But, I can. You kjow why? Because i never took lunch money. You,m however... took lots of money.
So, stay fcked up. Get it from an impure source. Trust the white coat doctors.
And remember: I used to adore you. Now you are the bully thug who thinks he knows what kind and how much meth is necesseary. And, do you know why?
I do. But if I tell you... I go to prison . For soem stupid clause in some law that ssays I can't unravrel their secrets. I did it for msyelf thoguh.
good luck! hey, and also... how do I bong a beer? (*sirens wail*) Wow. Tough crowd. That's abuse, though. THose are the rules.
The Sure Thing. PRISON. See?
THAT IS THE SYSTEM. I do wish you had figured it out sooner. I'm gonna get high later.
ON anything but the smell of her hair... with anyone by Her. Or You. You probably smell like each other. Eewww gross.
I will explain this briefly: toast.
In water, one sees one's own face, Butt in wine
*splish, sploosh*
one Behold's the heart of another.
le finiTp.s. "incurable alcoholism" and "lesbian bed death"... friend or foe?
p.p.s.: TWO BALL: CAIN
P.P.P.S.: TURBAN: A FINE.
P.P.P.P.S.: A BULL TEACHES A FOLLOWER OF JESUS... WHAT?
P.P.P.P.P.S.: I danced with her one (1) time. Within 30 seconds, I had figured it out. No one else ever bothered. I never had a good enough job, I guess, to make it worth the effort to actually know how to do it. But, to dance with me? Eeewww, gross.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. "IT'S A RA-BID RACK COON, GET IN THE HAUS! RA BID! BID! RA!
* Jackstar racks the slide on the incredibly rare target pistol that a junkie working for DEA stole and sold to a Russkie for dope.
On balance.... it was because of Tam OZ-bourne. Dude, fuck you. You couldn't figure out what to do? Well, whatever, Scots-Man-In-A-Hat. Meanwhile, I found a cure for all drug addiction, and isnted of teaching it to you --i don't know what good it would do-- i'm going to NOT put anyuthing in it, and then go open the box that it came in, if I can find it, and discover that there is still nothign in it... because you can't send things back from the future.
Only G-d can do that, said the Sourceror. And if they could send things back in time? It would just be something they would bust me for.
EARTH: PRISON PLANET.
AND, WITHOUT THE KEY -- BAILEY JANE'S KEY -- YOU WILL NEVER LEARN ANOTHER THING FROM ME, EVER AGAIN.Except not to trifle with Jackstar. B7tch.
unglaublich. btw: Jayson Beatty is a an alien zombie who sells drugs to children because he got chemically castrated. LIKE YOU DID TO (BLANKY)
/bow
too bad I can't suck cock thoguh, then i'd be perfect! It's G-d's will, right? Why I punching myself?
Well, basically because if I punched Kirsten, I wouldn't feel very good unless it wasnn't ilegal (it is) and money came out (it would, she's a Company whore and you have black budgets and sports cars
and my people have reservations. BUT....
she broke the deal. I did not.
(She cut the plant down to see what would happen. I coudl tell you... on Coast to Coast Am if you pay me 100 million dollars.
Good bye. Tam Mat Ye Fagggy Dea Thug. You were all always my favorite to hold out a rigged game that couldn't be won... except, of course, for one person.
TAMMY
JEWEL
JESUS
And you killed them too.
GROYPER: /golfclap.
