HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 90
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA. I'll mother fucking
bet you got a ten year laugh out of fucking me, SATAN, each time I
drove past there and fucking jerk off MICK-PAINTS on the Route 30
White Horse Pike. WOW-U, you prick sucking fucking bastard, rot in
hell you dick eating milf muff diver!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
just laugh at me all you want to, Callio family from hell cubed and
Cuban and all the great ex-friends of Dawn-Marie King. You'll all
eventually be doing an Elizabeth Collins Stoddard, with those ringing
coffin bells, as you wake up from the dead, inside a box, buried
alive!!! Like mother fucking ass wow,
RHM! Psychologist???? Are
we all fucking fired yet, CUZZ??????????????????
I
will send my resident manager, D.M. An E-mail after this blog
posts. It is nearly one in the morning, and these dam doors just
don't stop, BRO! And that's just reality, son!
Yes
sir/ma'am, this was one hot ass mother fucking weekend, yet the
temperature was the absolute cock sucking fucking least of my woes.
The death persecution-siege on me was fifty times as bad as the
average shitty fucking weekend. Watch their evil mother fucking stock
market fly up TO ALL TIME MOTHER FUCKING RECORD HIGHS TOMORROW,
UP 500 MINIMUM TO CLOSE AROUND THE ALL TIME HIGH OF BETWEEN
18,300-18,600. I TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING GUARANTEE IT, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Why
have you mother fucking forsaken me, OH LORD-ESS??????????????
'Now
what do you want', Microsoft Lightbulb and Bob Johnny-Faster
McDowell. I hope I am not a little dick in the mouth too.
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE 4-CRISSAKE!
Well,
am I D-D-D-D-D-D-DOIN' IT RIGHT, or naut, Miss AT&T Blake and
mister J.C. Penney, YO??????????? Where is fucking CHILL-MOE
T-T-T-T-Tom R-R-R-R-R-Reale, these pussy huffing days????????????????
YOU
JUST LAUGH AT FUCKING ME ALL YOU WANT TO MIKE AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MCNULTY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic
person from Long Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for
this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEIT,
it is a little cooler and is time for me to cunt lapping crash for
the night, into major purgatory mother fuckiGN nightmares. Without my
anti-anxiety meds; my sleep is shallow, and I may as well just walk
straight out into the mother fuckiGN purg, and not even try to
rest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Go
scowl at someone else, cousin! Try a nicer face, like maybe this one,
YO. Well, you get the idea. Anything but that ''You're fired'' stupid
ass scowl, YO! My best to your pal, Jimmy Stone.
GO
EAT A DAM FLOWER; KINGS AND QUEENS.
APRIL
27, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 1:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
WIND
IS WSW AT 7, WITH SMALL GUSTING TO 8.
HUMIDITY
IS 82%, AND FEELING LIKE 82.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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