MORIANITY-4
WORST
COCK SUCKING BOTBAR DAY OF TWENTY ASS FRIKKIN THIRTEEN
Mikey
came over and it was a total mother fucking cunt chewing DISASTER.
Tomorrow, I'll call my fucking Triple-A Auto club, that is all I can
do. The Fix-a-flat shit did not work, it always was easy so many
times before, you just shake the bottle and put the nozzle into the
tire stem and screw clockwise until tight, only they sold me a
defective can, or else the tire has been totally fucked up, I don't
know which, but I do know that it was messed with, and I am making a
mother fucking police report tomorrow on the incident as fucking
well. Every jerk off and their Aunt Sibily were outside, many others
were repairing their broken down vehicles, which is against lease
rules, all I tried to do was quickly get a glue-air solution into a
tire so I then could drive it to a local station, pay a dollar and
buy what used to be free air and fill my tire back to its normal
capacity of about 35 or so pounds PSI. This place flash-mobbed up on
me, planes swooped all around, it was beyond a fucking nightmare.
Trashy scum were all over me like rats in a mountain of fucking pig
shit. There is a lady who takes advantage of the poor bastard, and
she called demanding more money, she makes me sick. Her name should
be Harbor, but it isn't, it is Pearl. Mikey does not know how to say
know to this pile of solid waste material. I hate peeps who take
advantage of the frail and the innocent, they should be lined up and
shot, very slowly, over and over in the arms and legs, and just bleed
the fuck out and croak. Giant sluts are on a roll, many trashy peeps
are crawling out of the mother fucking cunt woodwork, the entire
thing that I thought would go relatively smoothly, was a total
fucking fiasco catastrophe nightmare disaster times ten to the tenth
fucking power. I wasted seven and a half dollars on a fucked up can
of fix-a-flat garbage, and I still have a fucking cunt pancake flat
ass god dam mother fucking tire! Triple-a will put air in it
tomorrow, or else, and if it needs more than that, I still have half
of the can left, if it still works and the Triple-a guy knows how to
work it, as Mikey and I were out in that parking lot looking like a
couple of mother fucking jack ass cock sucking total fools. I know
this was done to me, and I know who loves TO FUCK WITH TIRES AND RIMS
AND MESS WITH CARS AND RUBBERS. Naturally, he himself did not do it,
but he made a NICK CLUB phone call to one of his millions of little
bopper teeny fans and someone local in Fort :Pierce, came around late
at night and stuck a fingernail or a tiny device, right onto the
valve stem where if you push it, air releases out of the tire. I knew
that I wasn't having all these god dam mother fucking nightmares for
no reason. Now despite all of this fucking shit, my systems roulette
was able to win three units profit on this beyond twisted diseased
dirt bag horrendous and monster ass fucking day. I would have won two
more, but lots of green house-vig numbers struck and dug into the
take. Still, to win three units on a day this horrible, has odds of
astronomical possibility to work in my favor. Despite this hell, I
plan to watch the final MENTALIST on TV as soon as I post this blog
up, and enjoy some grub and a bowl of fucking Publix mint Chocolate
Chop Ice Cream, as I purchased weight of them a few days back on a
BOGO SALE, buying 8 for the price of 5,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Now if this tire cannot be fixed
without spending much more than the seven and a half that I spent so
far, I am going to be really fucking hurting. I may have to ask my
state Farm Insurance, to let me do that same thing that I did a while
back, just one more time, and explain that my final car payment, the
72nd one, will be made on the fourth, and then no more car
payment. We'll see what mother fucking manifests itself into my
reality when tomorrow swings around in the STM illusion, folks, YO!
The future is technically no more than the present with a longer
past. Don't try to really wrap your heads around that, or you'll fuck
yourselves all up, and be a fuck head like me, who knows, you might
even grow a Huntington curse out of nowhere, with Leprechaun maps
that change magically on my blogs every few hours. WOW! You want to
know what pisses me fucking off more than this horrendous and
despicable shit ass day could ever do? SSJKK in a trance, told me
that I may not blog the details of our trance discussion, but she
told me that she is onto the fact that I am attempting to use her to
promote Morianity. I told her that this was no huge secret, as she
used me to promote Christianity. Also, she still owes me a dollar for
that dam cassette tape in 1986. She said that I was blocking it out
on a conscious level, but I think I knew consciously all along that
once I began tying pieces of the island all together back in time,
with the present mid twenty-ohs and the beginning of blogging
Morianity; that I fully intended to show the world that she comes
here over and over again.
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