GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 109
HERE
WE MOTHER FUCKING GO AGAIN, AND I THOUGHT PRESIDENTS DAY WAS A
HOLIDAY FOR THE MARKET BUT IT MUST BE TRADING AS DOORS STARTED TO
SLAM AT JUST SHY OF HALF PAST NINE AT OPENING BELL, AND THEN LESS
THAN AN HOUR AFTER THAT, MY CABLE FROZE UP AND DIED, AGAIN. THAT
IS TWICE NOW IN LESS THAN A WEEK, PUBLIC UTILITIES COMMISSION.
COUSIN ASSHOLE DICK LICKER DONALD ADMITS HIS BUDDY HIS REAL TIGHT
WITH HIM AT COMCAST CABLE, EXPLAINING MY YEARS OF CONSTANT FUCKING
GRIEF WITH THEIR MOTHER FUCKING NON STOP OUTAGES AND INTERRUPTIONS OF
MY SERVICE, AT PRECISE TIMES TO KEEP DONALD A BILLIONAIRE; RONALD ADA
WIRTZ SENIOR!!!!!
COMCAST
CABLE SUCKS
At
mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while
switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it
went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go
through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the
first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial
correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole
shit licker???????
Well,
I appear to be mistaken, no trading today. I am mother fuckiGN man
enough to admit when I am wrong, peeps.
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe!
I
had a horrible mother fucking nocturnal experience early on Sunday
morning. I was with Trump and we were driving in one of his Mercedes
automobiles and he was speeding quite recklessly and saying some wild
shit to me that is not bloggable. Then he did something that
activated one of those smart-car devices that we all see on TV where
you command the music to play or the phone to dial someone up or
whatever, from directions and GPS to where to find a place to take a
fucking piss. It was night time, and I was in the passenger front
seat, and all I will tell for now is that things are going on all
over the localized hyperspace, and it has also done something to my
Resident Manager of the building here where I reside, as ever since
last week's fucking rectification appointment one week back today on
the fucking cunt eighth, SHE HAS TOTALLY VANSISHED. I tried all the
rest of the week to get to see her regarding a note at my door late
Monday afternoon or early Tuesday morning regarding getting a parking
permit as too many nabes here have more than one clunker parked
overnight and one car is the limit by regulation and rental agreement
lease. I try and try every day, and no one will help me and I am
worrying about being towed and will contact Sheriff Mascara soon, as
I know I am being fuckign cunt set up with this, along with my
electrical and utility non ending assault. When you live in public
housing, it is much easier for my Milituforce fucking dirt bag
enemies to fuck with my utilities, than it is in a private dwelling.
This is the major drawback besides rotten nabes all over and a
zillion other fucking non pleasantries. These bastard enemies are all
political, and it has been my no good jerk off fucking cousin all
along. This began when he announced running for president last
fucking cunt eating June, and hasn't looked back, just as back in th
elate mother fuckiGN eighties when he used ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY on me
after I dared to use it and even admit to using it, down in Atlantic
city's Trump Castle Casino that later became the Marina Hotel Casino,
go figure, Princess, and all other fuckign Mary-Queen
royalty!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me give THAT a fuckiGN cunt ass wide turn
without any school buses catching god dam fuckiGN fire, YO!!!!!!!!
These horrible monster bastard dick lickers cut off my anti-anxiety
medication, and then enjoy throwing my anxiety through the roof just
about every single day. I have a question to any and all religious
mother fucking people on the planet. IF THIS IS BNOT FUCKING CUNT
HELL, PLEASE INFORM THIS POOR OLD DIRT BAG CUNT EATING LOSER
LIGHTWEIGHT JUST WHAT HELL IS THEN!!!!!
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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COME
ON SHERIFF MASCARA;
MY SPILLED BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, MY
FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP15 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
END
TRANSMISSION.
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