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{{{((*HALLS----------WALLS*))}}}
CHAPTER
#241
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
Holy
Joe Coffee; did shit get fucking screwed up for me today, AS USUAL!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The
mother fucking shit today really began when I climbed into my fucking
vehicle back on Thursday, to see my primary care physician. The motor
to my climate control fan blew up, and was caused by the Milituforce
covert technology, employing the use of a major stealthy tool, called
ICPE-APE.
This fucking cunt lapping bullshit
is always about one thing, the WALL STREET GANG, which then allows
these turd chewers to prosper by 500+ points on the following two
trading days. As you already know that I went to the shop the
following day after stopping there when all done at the doctor; to
have the part ordered and put into the car. Some screw up happened
and the part was never ordered. I went back and had to waste a trip
there just to learn this. I was told to come back at eleven on
Saturday morning, so again, I returned. Planes
and chemtrails are all over the entire skies of Fort Pierce, and my
throat is very sore, SIR PRINCE-CNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The part still had not come in and some problem was happening, even
today. I just got home around half past fucking dick licking two this
dirt bag afternoon. But that is not the entire story. When the part
finally came; the buttwipe installer first broke the squirrel cage
encasement that surrounds the motor, and then tried to epoxy it
together which wasted another hour, as well as being a futile waste
of all of our times. Then he actually told me when it was broken and
I had already paid a buck and a half for parts and labor costs, that,
and I quote; “I am good to go”. The owner was there, luckily for
me, and he checked the work. It seems it broke completely apart and
the mechanic assistant could care less that I had just paid an eighth
of a grand for a total work of garbage. He then proceeded to weld the
shit together, and put it all back together and vigorously test it,
and give me a one year warranty. The entire time, I was hot, scared,
and beside my cunt chewing fuckiGN mother humping self. Finally, it
was over, these three days of unspeakable mother fucking hell. This
is always done each time the stock market must do a major rebound,
and believe me people, IT FUCKING WILL NOW, AFTER ALL THIS FUCKING
CUNT BULL-SHIT THAT WAS DONE TO POOR PATHETIC VICTIM CUNT EATING
HELPLESS LITTLE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where
are you when I need you SHERIFF MASCARA and Attorney General BONDI,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YOL?????????? HOLY JESUS FUCKIGN CHRIST IN
HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!
WO-WIZ-ME!!!!!!
1)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
2)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
3)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
BIG-O
and allofem just want to Own The Land!!!!!!!! Back they all came,
against the flame, huh Ralph and Sandy???????????
“No
Halloween for me, dam it”!!!!!!!!
Oh
Mister Peter Vitteritti and Mizz Jennifer Washburn; I have a nice
pwetty fwower for that A&R lady in NYC, YO.
MORE
BULLSHIT. MOHR MORE TRAINS. JUST MORE.
So
here I am this morning, going to the car mechanic shop in the blaring
searing fucking heat without any climate control in my car, and I get
there, and the shop that was supposed to fuckiGN send over the new
motor to run the climate control fan, mysteriously fucked up the
order, and I had to go home and waste a trip. Isn't life a real
fuckiGN endless day at the beach for me, kind Sheriff Mascara,
sir??????? AHA-AHA-AHA om me, as usual!!!!
''SHARK,
SHARK'',
Aunt
Gloucesteruth
Hyperspace.
All the answers are within all of us, somewhere deep fucking inside.
And I am just wondering how Steve Fascitar is doing these days,
Mister Marcucci, Mister Ciprionni, and Misses Marola, of Coolie
Wormhole Hall?
OH
HOW I WISH THERE WAS A WAY FOR ME TO BBBBBBBBBBBB
CAREFUL ENOUGH, SO AS TO PREVENT THIS 24/7/365.2422 UNRELENTING
MOTHER FUCKING DISASTROUS TRAGEDY!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
IN
OR OUT OF FOCUS. WHAAAAAAAA!
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©
2006-2015
Now
some of you know that when I talk about the old job before
Cifaloglio, the dude who was very mysterious and claimed to be an
Olympian God, named Psyche Myrathus from the Great Ring River to the
Province one away from Province Olympia; and two friends of his, all
knew some friends of this driver-Anthony from the new job. But to
keep this all going, I had the WAYV crew, and of course their queen,
the great PAULA Somnambulist KING. I totally believe that Paula is
one and the same person that worked with my mom, because they share
some wild things in personal life besides being dead ringers to each
other physically. They had another weird trait of dating people who
resembled each other yet were not twins or trips or quads or quints.
If I ever tell the story in detail of how Satan tried to murder me in
Philadelphia one hot 1975 summer day, shortly after I got beat up in
Atlantic City by the ACBP mascots in South Town; no one would ever
believe any of it, not unless I could prove it, and I am pretty sure
with the help of two living peeps, I CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! UH-OH MACO
SHARKSHIT AUNT RUTHGLOUCESTER; here comes the fucking
WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, FCC!!!!!!!! Yes people, I truly believe all
these things I've told you and blogged to you,
BUTTTTTTTT;
I can of course be wrong, YO!!!!!!!
JULY
11, 2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:31,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 89 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR-------(H-/L-).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 59%, FEELING LIKE 97.
WIND
IS E AND STEADY, AT 12.
This
mother fucking nightmare monster has been on my cunt huffing pathetic
dick rubbing back for three solid decades now, American Civil
Liberties Union!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street, Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however, so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
WORLD;
WHEN THE MILI-2-FORCE FUCKING DAMAGES MY CUNT FUCKING LAPPING
PROPERTY AND DESTROY MY ENTIRE LIFE TO KEEP GETTING IT TO GO YUP FOR
THIRTY YEARS NOW; THIS IS WHERE I AM HAVING A MAJOR FUCKING PROBLEM
WITH SHIT, FOLKS!!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT; SO WOULD YOU IF YOU WERE IN
MY DICK LICKING FUCKING SHOES FOR THIRTY FUCKING CUINT EATING YEARS,
YO!
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