Every week now, Norton resets my homepage due to some threat. I want you to do your job to protect innocent little me who has the right to speak freely unless someone forgot to tell me of some law change, great Federal Bureau of Investigation. Thank you guys and gals.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 124
This
is six straight weeks of this being mother fucking fucked with so
major with no let up at all, ZILCHO NADANIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A fire
alarm woke me up around twenty five minutes shy of nine this dirt bag
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING. When I returned to sleep, I found myself
in a parallel universe where Trump was just elected the President of
this nation by an eight percent defeat over the Democratic Candidate.
I have no memory who that was, but it was a nightmare beyond all
nightmares. As soon as he was elected, he said on national and global
media and television, now I have all the power and I am going to
totally wipe out my distant cousin Mark Wayne Mohr, he will be dead
before the end of my first day in office. I was in this large parking
lot of some large store that I am clueless here in my waking world to
where this was. I was with some people and horrible things began
happening. It was the most horrible mother fuckiGN nightmare I have
had in a very long time. I'd rather be back in August of 1967 with
the Quoddy Mocker Gang Rapers and Paula king telling me she would
throw me off the Trinidad Hotel balcony if I ever told anyone what
had happened while they had sent my mom up to the Frailenger's Store
for some coffee.
Oh
Paula, you rock you great big giant lovely girl goddess
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nothing
ever changes for me, Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!
High
school musicals, and James Stoy Leslie Tinsdale, can lookout for me
as I blow on down the line; trucker Bob Bad Back Levy 187, and all
other fantastic Atlantic County addresses; huh record company giant
JOYCE-PAULA-1978?
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Friday, February 26, 2016
CHAPTER 124, GTNOTG
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