GOOD
MOANIN' LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I will try
very hard not to curse. I know I have done a major lot of this for a
year or so, and my life for this period of time has gone straight to
DOGTOWN. This is why I love ISISCYLLA-SSJKK-MIDDIE (GOD) to all of
you, so much; and always will. Without her, I would be serving the
rest of a nasty long sentence there, for killing my brother, whose
name was not Able, any more than mine was Kane, in fact, my name if I
am recalling it right with some memory blur, trying to translate it
to current ?English and American, is Neshmellien Olgfrazemenq. My
brother's name would be pronounced sort of like, Shadlazakenn
Olgfrazemenq. So much for Kane and Able, but yes, I was very freaking
jealous of him and thought my teen queen Jehovah Krassle liked him
more than she liked me, tricked by Snakeman
Hubkerpding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think rationally about my
seemingly far out claims, forget that I am incapable of forgetting
stuff that goes back about 20,000 years; but you will see that it
fits together all nice and neat with a pretty bow on the package, if
you so desire, only you do not want to believe me, and so, YOU DON'T,
cool, like I give a, huh CUZZ DONNIE PRESSWINN?????? Don't come back
in time, Donna, I learned a lot of freaking lessons over the past
score or BRIPER (Briggbase-Period), huh Paul McGuire Jason
Stoddard???????? Only real hard core Dark Shadows fans know a thing
that I just typed here, abnd that is OK, this all is going to take us
where it takes us, commissioner McClarin and ADA Jack McCoy. Boy
Robert McGuire, you guys could take a lesson from the LOYAL-ITALIANS,
YO!!!
It cooled off and
only went to 88 back on Friday, Praise Middie Isiscylla. Still, my AC
is blasting away in here, Florida is just a mother effen oven folks,
and that is the way folks who come from Jersey feel, ain't no
McKinnon doubt about it, lucky seven man of the mysterious
Rastafarian's!
MY
WEATHER-BUG PROGRAM WAS NOT HACKED OUT , so I will be able to give
you direct weather information, AHA!
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,804
MAY
3, 2014,
FRIDAY
AFTERFUCKINGNOON AT 1:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
OH
SHIT, let me tell you what HAAAAA'PENED, Derrijo Exxon, YO, off
of Grant Avenue, in the great northeast Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
back in the year of 1984. You
said it all Cousin Don, years ago in the eighties, BRRRRRRR. “Whoever
is running the show, can splice it around any way they want to”;
but you did not
know how it was done,
via exploratronics and SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM), or by who, the
great Lordess Stacey Jehovah Isis Krassle.
If
I can move my blogs all around, what can SHE DO, LENNY MCKINNON 601
Avenue Radio???????????????? Somebody is pissed off at this blog, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL old school chum from 1972; getting some nasty hacking,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LATE
THURSDAY EVENING BACK ON THE BUNT TAPPING FIRST MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY;
and if you notice, the freaking dirt bag WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF SIR
HALL, always attack on DOCTOR DAYS, more than usual, if that's
frikkin' believable, BRO; but this is WHEN MY NABES FROM FREAKING
TOTAL HELL BEGAN AGAIN SUPER BAD. ALL DAY FRIDAY AND THURSDAY
EVENING, YELLING AND DOORS, YELLING AND DOORS, THIS IS NOT A LEASED
RESIDENT, that much I freaking know, it is some leased resident's
G—U—E—S—T!!!!!!!
The actual entity inside this emmereffing rotten person is and will
remain unknown, both to me, and to the person being occupied and
indwelt. Long ago, this was taken seriously by all folks, only it was
thought of as DEMONIC POSSESSION. Hay,
close enough, just as the UFO situation, and all unexplained
mysteries, the world freaking over, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! You
should all by now, see this as one thing and only one thing,
EXPLORATRONICS!
This
is every
mother effing bit as dangerous
as seeing it in the old world view; and don't make the mistake, for
one rotten lousy microsecond, that it isn't,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I have lots of effing rock chucking Trojan horses inside this
machine, Bob McDowell, Chairman of the Federal Communications
Commission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you that.
Guess
The Name Of The Guests. What a wild game, and what a wild beyond
white hot super goddess, who invited me on Pearl Harbor Day of 1996,
to play this game of hers, with her, forget about the potato chips,
Tracey Richards. This machine is super acting up, Bob, old pal, darn
it to heck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am trying hard not to frikkin'
curse, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
don't need a law degree to know that I am the wealthiest potential
hunman being on this planet. This is totally meaningless of course,
still, if I could ever prove all the stuff that has been done to me
illegally by this EVIL REAGAN EMPIRE; that ''dream'' of late 1970 or
early 1980, that was told about in my early blogs in OHM-6 or OHM-7,
where the US Treasury handed me a check for the entire country. Don't
laugh, it exists in th epotential ethers, and more than that, it is
rightfully mine after all they have done to me, dwarfing a gas tank
explosion where some buttwipe got 5 BILL in a lawsuit. This would be
worth trillions, what these diseased wicked monster GUESTS have put
me through my entire frikkin' butt-wiping pathetic life, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's the frikkin' darn rotten (`~ HACK)
Bob McDowell, YO. Hand over that several trillion, you rat maggot
stink bags, hay, it happened in a parallel universe, and all that
lays between all of the localized ones, is the equivalent of somewone
cutting and pasting and editing the finite units of both universes,
and eventually making that event fall into here, from over there, and
we all know by now, that I TOLD BEFORE MIDDLE APRIL ROLLED AROUND, TO
REMEMBER THE LATE APRIL TWISTER OUTBREAK OF TWENTY OHMALEVEN, Misses
Know-It-All-Lotteries-Schoolplays Marola!!!!!!!!!! So what is causing
all the recent rash of Durham Atco Bus Incidents, other than HSE
(hyperspace equation)????????????????????????? Cut
me a break, ring ring ring PRIVECODE SKELATINS of
1983-1994!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TTTTTTTommmmmey
BBBBBBoy, they knew this years before I had begun to do a Karen
Carpenter Job on any of this crap, huh mister GLENN? WOW, another
emmereffing (`~ HACK) FCC BOB old friend, they have no fear of you or
me or anything, as they are GODS AKA TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON dirt-bag
persecutors; worse than anything freggin' Adolf
Hitler EVER EVER EVER PULLED OFF, MY LOVELY INGRID, HAY
GIRL LETICIA TILLEY!!!!!!!!!
No
Billy Harner old pal from 2000, with or without HAIR in any direction
of time; you may have been the last man on the STEEL PIER, but just
who was the last girl on it, or should I say girls? In any event,
tell Fartley Hartley he cut a great car deal for PP, thanx for
nottin' for the lousy ass deal he cut me, even you said, “I can't
believe he sold you that piece of junk”, I can quote a lot of rock
stars, and used to have tons of them on cassette tapes, personal
conversations, oh I forgot, taping on phones is illegal, Mister
McKinnon, WEEEEEEEE!!!
Now
try and fudge me up Jane Sleazeweeds, as I am going to do a lot of
filler lines now and should end up on my 'page twelve open office
system', WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like DUH.
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OH
THE GODS, MY LIFE STINKS AND SUCKS, JUST LIKE MIKE GEBLOW USED TO SAY
TO RUSS THAXTON, IN THE FALL OF FRIGGIN' 1969. ONLY HE SAID THAT
HE SUCKED. OF COURSE, HE HAD BEEN TEASING HIM, AND CALLING HIM A
JB AND OTHER NASTY RATIAL SLURS; BUT BOYS WILL BE BOYS IN THOSE DAYS.
TODAY BULLYS GO TO JAIL IF THEY DID HALF OF WHAT WE SIXTIES KIDS USED
TO PULL OFF; HUH ABBIE CARMICAHEL, MY LOVELY DOLL??????? AHA-AHA-AHA
MMCN!!!!
WOW,
that was some wild dual trance experience yesterday, Friday. I
dream-transferred, SHE said to me. Well, SHE sure as heck did
something, and the gods know I'll always reverence and love HER, and
be scared you know what-less of HER.
MY
WEATHER-BUG PROGRAM WAS HACKED OUT THE MINUTE I TURNED ON THE MOTHER
FUCKING COMP[UTER, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, SIR AND PAL, AND NOW ON COMES
THE MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKING SHIT, FROM THESE BLACK HAT CRACKER
HACKERS, ACLU, FBI, FLORIDA AG PAM BONDI, AND STATE AND LOCAL PEEDEE.
MY DIRT BAG
NABE-GUEST FILTH BAG CAME IN LAST NIGHT AND HAS SLAMMED IN AND OUT
ALL NIGHT AND ALL DAY TODAY, AS I KNEW HE WOULD, TO GET THE DOW JONES
TO FLY UPWARD TODAY, AS I AM POSITIVE IT WILL, AND PROBABLY RIGHT
SMACK FUCKING CUNT DAB INTO MAJOR ALL TIME RECORD HIGH TERRITORY.
MY
LOUD CAR MUSIC AND ROAD NOISE ATTACK IS BACK ALSO, POLICE, AND MIZZ
BONDI, AND I NOTICE THAT THE NABE GUEST SLAMMER, GUESSED WHO OR NOT
GUESSED WHO; SEEMS TO BE IN TANDEM WITH THE ROAD NOISE AND MUSIC
FUCKING CUNT EATING ASSAULT ON ME, YO. This doing shit in tandem is
old yesterday's news with the fucking cock sucking MILI-2-FORCE, as
for over two decades, they will fly a loud private plane near or
right over me, and then I look up at it, and what is also right there
in my face but either a real small or real long CHEMTRAIL, so this is
not new behavior on the part of these mother fucking jerk off sub
scum trash chewing dick lickers, not by any means whatsoever, YO!
I
will be speaking to resident manager, DM again, but all I can really
do is wait and hope, that this will be dealt with. If it is, it will
be the first time ever in my entire miserable fucked up life that
something ever permanently goes in my direction on a positive sense,
and sense, my attitude that lovely Egg Harbor Township resident,
“TWINBAY” picked up on with me, at that meeting with Jennifer
Washburn and her colleagues, somewhere in middle autumn of the year
of 2008.
I
decided to go into a powerful deep trance, and went back into time to
the day that I was speaking to the lab-tech at the throat
specialist's office, off of Grant Avenue, in the great northeast
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in 1984, and relive as well as slightly
alter the experience. As I speak, my asshole nabes are shouting away
out in the hallway,living here is more fun than a barrel of cunt
chewing monkeys, all high on crack fucking cunt cocaine.
SOONER
OR LATER, MAGGIE IS GOING TO FUCKING KICK SOME REAL FUCKING SERIOUS
ASS, AND MY ENEMIES KNOW IT IS ALL JUST A MATTER OF DICK LICKING ASS
TIME BEFORE THE ACTUAL EVENT FALLS INTO THE CONSCIOUS ILLUSION OF
WAKING-WORLD-HUMANITY!!!!!!!!
OH
SHIT, let me tell you what HAAAAA'PENED, Derrijo Exxon,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have a roll of toilet fucking
paper nice and handy, or get ready to use leaves and visit Roseann's
woods, as poor David Roth had to do that late dark night in 1989
after the strobe-light assault on us from a red sports car at t he
nearby Westmont High Speed Line train station where we were parked,
and talking about our so many horrific fucking woes!!!!
MY
ASSHOLE NABES WERE YELLING AND SLAMMING AS I WAS FINISHING UP TELLING
THE Q&A OF THESE TWO QUESTIONS.
BUT
THEN FOLKS, when aren't these dirt bag GUESSED
GUESTS ACTING VULGER, CRUDE, UNCOUTH, NASTY, AND
SELFISH? This has gone on now since the ending of mother fucking twat
tonguing March now, and is not going to stop without fucking
evictions, and these dirt bags have KENEFRIENDS IN EXTREMELY HIGH
PLACES and I know you all know this, so I will not baby or wet nurse
you with any of that bullshit, at C-SQ!!!!
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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JUST STRIKE RIGHT IN HERE, AND TAKE ME WITH YOU INTO YOUR WONDERFUL
WORLD AND OUT OF FREAKING ASS HERE, LOVELY GIRL!!!!
As
you know folks, my fucking cock sucking WEATHER
BUG crashed out, when I came onto the computer, to do
this blog; so no temperature reading is available. It has been low
nineties with high fucking hum for days, and I am sure there is no
change today, with all of my other hell as well. All shit works
together, remember good peeps???
Well
it took the 28th mother fucking day this month to do it,
but now officially, more mother fucking BOTBARS than NON-BOTBARS are
on the mother fucking calendar. SAY WHAT, GEORGE JEFFERSON??? Every
single cunt eating day is SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, AND HAS BEEN FOR
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS, YO YO YO YO!!!
Oh
heaven and golly gash 1988 Epitome of Harassment tapes to the ©
Office, you seriously don't think I saw this entire thing in one big
bright flash back then, COUSIN DIRTBAGS??????????????? Go drown on
your dam PRINCESS, you evil shhhhhh, no you are not worth my cursing
when I promised to take it darn easy, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sssssoooooooooooooooo,
Arthur Crane from Thompson Consumer electronics and later at the SORA
re-licensing test place, right down the road from Robin Hill
Apartments; what is going on here. Why is this mother fucker asleep
in a dream in a parallel universe, having such a blast waking up
inside my loud banging NABE-GUEST, and fucking with me all the
fucking time? Well, didn't lovely Gabby ask this similar question
about ringing doorbells, in Mariah Carey's super late OHM-9 movie,
LISA DYFIS??????????????????????? Let's play Rhonda from Jamaica now,
and explore this a little bit, shall we???????????????????
Here
I am minding my own business, all my life, not
bothering a rotten single ass soul, and the entire
time I persist here on planet Earth; this
shit goes on. Well, only an organized SOCIETY
of travelers such as these dream-movers, or T3E could pull this off
with such clarity, perfection, and yes, the new age no-no word,
TENACITY!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I don't want to just throw sound around and waste all of our times,
here on this blog, or over in Washington, 13-600-DC, at the great
infamous United States LOC, © Office, in or out of 1981 and my demo
tune collection from those days, WHAAAAAA-BIT!
I
CROSSED OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason,
and any old boyfriends from your twelfth grade class, that made it
onto the Public Broadcasting Network, that changed the mood and the
Moog of the planet, in ways that I will be eternally connected into
and through, by going on with this same wild new music technology,
after Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, Senator Trout, also made his
everlasting fucking imperfect impressions on my juvenile adolescent
brain, back in 1972 at age seventeen and a half give or take. Where
the fuck are you really, when I need you, Mister fucking ass
MACY????? Yes peeps, my MPB for the year 2013 has indeed crossed over
to the very highest possible percentage amount, even if the filthy
disgusting dog-shoe WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE manages to cunt eating BOTBAR
ALL FOUR OF THE REMAINING 2013 DAYS. YES PEEPS, TODAYS BOTBAR TIMES 2
AND 8 FOR 10 IN THE PAST TEN DAYS, BRINGS ME TO
A DICK LICKING MOTHER FUCKING 34x1 MPB FOR MUFF DIVING 2013!!!!! But
does it folks? It really is more like 98%!
JANE
WHORE SHITHEAD GOT ME AGAIN, BUT REALLY, WHAT ELSE IS NEW, PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. I WILL FUCKING CUNT ASS COMPENSATE FOR HER
EPITOMIZED PURE EVIL FROM 1993, AND HER HUBBY, BROADCASTER DIRTBAG
TT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAH, DAH, DAH-DAH-DAH, DO THEY
REALLY KNOW ALL ABOUT ME, GREAT ARTIST, BILLY HARNER, ON OLD
EX-PAL??????? http://www.billyharner.com/
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
I
said I was not going to curse, and I am not. You may think I am, but
I am not, thanks to the magic of cut-and-paste, AKA CAPPING, and
still also also known, as cosmic splicing, you know, editing the
techno-life mix, from here all the way up
I-95, Billy Eyes Crouch Mitchellglare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the best possible example in the darn world for exploratrons and
hyperspace and dreams and the magical triangle that MORIANITY
preaches, is the television show, STAR TREK. These creators were
clueless to the power that was really behind it all, but I can see
clearly as heck, Johnny Nash Clariton 123 Lover RIPOFFS!!!!!!!
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HOPE YOU BURN IN HOT ENDLESS DOGTOWN, JANE WATER WITCH BITCH FOR THIS
ETERNAL ATTACK ON MY LIFE!
DOGTOWN=HELL,
BY THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK AND JANE WHORE GOT ME SIMULTANEOUSLY, SO I HAD TO
HOLD THE 'ENTER KEY' DOWN, WITH THE BLACK FILLER LINES AND MAKE A
PAGE OR MORE. THEN THAT CHANGES THE COUNT READING OF TOTAL PAGES;
WIPING OUT JANE'S FUCKING SHIT, SO THEN;
I GO BACK AND SECTION THE LONG BLACK AREA, INTO A MORE COLORFUL
FUCKING CUNT ARRAY, FOR MY NICE KIND VIEWERS, WHO PUT THE SHIT UP
WITH ME FOR 100 FUCKING ASS MONTHS NOW, AND BELIEVE ME; I DO
APPRECIATE IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED; COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!
YEAH, ROLLEM UP AND BE A MAN, STRANDED ON A TOILET BOWL, THERE GOOD
OLD MID LATE SIXTIES TV SHOW CALLED, ''BRANDED''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this shit was fucking quality, and quality is all mother fucking
gone and dead forever and ever and ever and ever and ever,
folks!!!!!!!! As for fucking poor whittle me, I am stranded on a
horrendous COSMIC TOILET BOWL WITHOUT HANDS, FUCK THE FUCKING SHIT
PAPER!!!!!!!!
So as for my trance
back into 1984. Wowzer that, NASA, as you guys can build ships from
now 'till fucking doomsday; traveling in STM is way cooler and
better, with a lot less risks; but I did come out of the experience,
crying like a little fucking spoiled bratty child, who couldn't have
another handful of M&M candies because Mommy said it's too
fucking close to did-din time, Betty Eyes Davis Roach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here we fucking go again, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, another fucking (`~
HACK) YO!!!!
Maybe
I shouldn't go to Burger King, but to a Sike Ward. Then off to get my
feast on across the great water company of Atlantic City, New Jersey,
the ACMUA, as I mix up two and tow and sue and use and on and on, or
do I. Am I both MIND HACKED AS WELL AS MACHINE HACKED? As far as the
great mighty Professor Kaku thinks, if this NCC-CLOUD replaces the
current day internet and we all merge into it whenever we choose to
do; time in this cloud is like anything in cyberspace, under totally
different rules that govern over it. Http://WWW.ACMUA.COM/
Sup Sarah girl???
Oh
yes, that was quite a wild ride through fifth dimensional hyperspace,
with or without any plugs or horses or blog-bio's. SHEEEEEIT,
Dawn-Marie King, and thanx in more ways than one, for that lovely
great fucking, YO!!!!!
Yes, I was hovering over the lab-tech and her office that day while she was giving me driving instructions. I abducted her up to my vessel and we had quite a talk. She insists she will remember it despite my telling her she must not. I wonder if memories suddenly jumped into her mind, doctor Julia Deskdrawers Hoffman Shadows, little Amy Notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Real solid fans of the sixties television show, ''Dark Shadows'', know exactly what's being said here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Or maybe if I was Detective Ed Green on the greatest law show ever done in the history of American television, “L&O”, I could replace the YO, with BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shit-cake, we had a cool talk, and she said to me that she did not drown when she fell off of the Steel Pier in Atlantic City. She dream-transferred. Hay Professor Kaku, we both know about JIS and JOS, sort of like a beyond-cosmic yin and yang. Jacked in, jacked out, right trashy landscapers and all Dogtown and non-Dogtown resident landscapers, EVERYWHERE, THE MULTIVERSE FUCKIGN OVER, crossed or not, huh Uncle Jesus, is this all a super mother fucking WOWZER or what, DOOGIE HOWSER??? CRISSAKE, BRAHHHH!
OK,
so why did the great ES SOCIETY invite me half way a month or two ago
somewhere, into their great almighty fold? Well, this was one
chapter, I learned recently from Professor Gaukauk, at his great Teck
Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia, the capitol province of the
entire PHASE-2-reality or ASTRAL-PLANE (spirit world, whatever Bob).
His exact words to me were, and I do indeed quote him herein folks;
“There are initiations and then there are games. You must find the
Leading Chapter through these magical three ladies, this was merely
the chapter that loves to all come and live as professional
entertainers, with no memory whatsoever of their realer society,
while here in my dreams and what most call their waking life”.
Another Macy Stacey Mackey ''WOWSER'', for the great Dock Doogie
Howser; and any and all
lab tech assistants he might have had
back at the end of the nineteen- eighties. This is why they all were
in this huge room and had so many musical instrument amplifiers
laying all over the dam ass place like an old SILO electronic store,
huh Heavy-Ernie from Highview of
WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, yeah folks, will it, say I
AM, STACEY, as you OWN it all, the land, and the flames
too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doogie Wowzer again, Mister
Howser, BRO, and my pal Detective Ed Green of the “L&O”
SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UH-OH, mother fuckers, THEY JUST HIT ME AGAIN
WITH YET FUCKING ANOTHER MICROSUCKS JACK HACK LATTISAW ATTACK, THE
NEW AND RECENTLY FAMOUS (`~ HACK)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
THINGS PERFECTLY FIT TOGETHER, IF YOU DARE HAVE THE FUCKIGN BALLS TO
LET THEM, FOLKS, AND NOT LET THE WORLD CALL YOU FUCKING CRAZY, AND
YES PEEPS, THAT DOES INDEED TAKE A LARGE SACK OF BIG ASS BALLS,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
quote Mister Maverick Rockford in the early seventies or middle
somewhere, “WE CAN ALWAYS GET BACK TO THIS
LATER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME, JANE
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid
I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy?
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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