SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLX (0660)
2:44
PM, THURSDAY, 6 DECEMBER, 2012
SUPER
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING BOTBAR DAY
STARTING
THE BLOG:
SINCE
3 THIS MORNING, MY NABES ARE PARTYING AND SCREAMING AND BLARING
MUSIC. THIS IS RATHER BIZARRE BEHAVIOR FOR JUST RECEIVING AN EVICTION
NOTICE, SO I CAN ONLY HOPE THAT NOTHING HAS GONE WRONG FOR ME SINCE
FUCKING COCK SUCKING YESTERDAY, AS THAT FAMILY HAS FRIGHTENING POWER,
AND I DON'T TRUST ANY OF THEM FROM HERE TO HERE.
THIS
IS A SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR SATANIC DEMONIC DAY. ALMOST EVERY
CUNT EATING DAY NOW SINCE THIS GARBAGE SONG SHIT, HAS BEEN, GEE I
FUCKING WONDER WHY, HUH MISTER DAVID CHARLES
ROTH?????????????????????????????????????????????
I
ASKED MY GAGA CAT WHY THIS IS ALL HAPPENING THE FUCK TO ME TODAY, AND
HE TOLD ME, PCN-132, AND HERE ARE ALL OF THE SHORT LIST ITEMS IN MY
132 MATCHBOOK,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NINETEEN
EIGHTY THREE----CONTINUUM----GREATEST HAND IN
POKER----MOTORCYCLE----GIRLFRIEND----MARK MOHR'S SECRET DAUGHTER
IS----
Oh
yes, ladies and gentlemen, what a wild mother fucking cunt lapping
imagination I have, oh shore, huh LOIS???????
Aren't
we sensitive, TAWF, sorry about that, don't wanna' get the living hot
shit pounded out of me when I go to sleep tonight, after fucking ass
all, I will be waking up on good old fucking what, DUH, no not 2006,
not in a Hyundai auto lot, but on PEARL HASRBOR DAY, right lovely
PAULA KING JUNIOR, WITHOUT ANY JEEPS, ANY PEES, OR ANY DRUNKEN SLOBS
NAMED 'DAWN-MARIE', OH WOW!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINE, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, ON MY VOICE PRINT, YOU KNOW WHAT THE
FUCK TO DO, I WANT ALL ENEMIES WHO ARE HURTING ME TOTALLY CRUSHED,
DESTROYED, AND WIPED OUT. Go to G-1133, G-901, G-189, UNDER CG-18,
AND S-T-O-P.
Folks,
I played my system non quantum roulette, and just made 2 units on a
very super bad botbar day, in one game, and quit while I was ahead.
Then I played one game with my quantum roulette NABES ENEMY FACTION,
and one game with WOMO ENEMIES IN GENERAL,
with or without any Shirley's swollen glands, sore throats, general
breakdowns of my aides ridden but magically Potter cured body in
1983, and swept up the floor by their kicking my brains out by a
score of plus 3 units, so going with their moves or bets as I would
in real-life, my total on the day, in BLACK level casino gaming
100$$$$$$ chips; is a nice whittle $500.00 pwofit, mister Elmer
Fwudddddd, so TEE HEE HEE LILLY SHIPYARDS ANDREWS MUNSTER IN LOVE ALL
OVER AGAIN, OR NOT; AND AHA-AHA-AHA TO YOU TOO MISTER FUCKING
MCNULTY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this
shit does not fucking back off of me soon, I swear by all holy and
unholy fucking forces, that this world will be blown to shit in a few
tiny days.
******THIS
FUCKED UP BLOG IS OVER, YO******
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