Title: Friday Night DJLJ Music Thread Source:
Cap'n Brandon URL Source:http://freedom4um.com Published:May 5, 2023 Author:Esso Post Date:2023-05-05 23:27:52 by Esso Keywords:None Views:1190 Comments:25
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It's been a pretty intense couple days, actually months. THE Big Bank came up with the idea that I was doing something illicit to earn my money. Apparently, if I couldn't account for every dime I've made since high school, ALL my money and investments were going to be seized and I would be turned to the FBI and/or the IRS.
Hopefully, after a two hour interrogation, the issue is resolved. There were several NDAs involved.
Well, I saw my Godson, Sling Blade (DJLJ, @DJLG on ODYSEE) today when he came to do my, soon to be his lawn. We had an hour or so to talk because he wasn't working tonight. He's a great kid, makes Alex Jones look like a moderate. I had a great time.
I'm just blowing off some steam, thinking about the three GFs that died from the clot shots since September 2021 and the other seven or so friends that Fauchi/Bidet killed.
This one's for my crush, Rammette, the last GF that died. She loved dogs, guns, trucks and me. That she was gorgeous and smart as a whip (made Sling Blade look moderate), was the bonus plan.
"Lay back with you and close my eyes, let the big ol' world just spin on by. And sayin' your name with my last breath." I'll never make plans again. That one really hurt me.
The GF before Ramette (Cari) was Nurse McMurphy (China Beach), Aleena. She came here on a student visa 10 or 12 years ago from Lithuania and stayed on as an H1b[?] nurse at Hospital City.
Murph saw the damage the clot shots did. She was forced to take 6+ of them and wanted to go home to her family. Mayor Pete Buttplug's transportation crisis caused her stuff to be "lost" for three months. She came by to give me my keys back February 9, 2023. Her Dad Skyped me that she died (#DiedSuddenly) in her sleep about two weeks after she got home, just before her 31st birthday.
Murph and me never went anywhere or did anything, she was on mandatory 12 hour shifts six days a week, on the 7th day it was only eight hours. I only saw Murph two times in street clothes, one was Daria's funeral, and when she came by on 9Feb to say goodbye.
Now we're down to Daria, AKA Melissa. She was one of the nurses in attendance when I was about killed in Nov2013. Turned out that she lived behind one of my buddies. I'd see her from time-to-time, she had a long-term BF that thought he was a big-shot. She dumped the prick and started dating me. She was a nurse and didn't want the clot-shots, I gave her an out, but I guess she thought the shots were a safer way to go...
Daria was a breast cancer survivor, double mastectomy, O'bamaCare care didn't provide for any reconstructive surgery for white women at the time. Our first time in the sack was edgy, at best, for both of us. I met McMurphy at her funeral. They worked together. Daria was 55. She died on a pleasant Sunday afternoon tending her flowers. 26Nov2021.
Teri, you jumped out of the frying pan right into the fire.
You seriously think a male pediatric nurse was a better deal than me?
Sheesh.
I told my buddy Chip, the mechanic, that I would've done the same thing to you if the roles were reversed, "IF I WAS A TOTAL SHITBAG!" He got a kick out of that.
When your "husband" tried to get his boyfriend to move into your house that you bought from the proceeds of our divorce, I got a visit from my pals from the company making sure that I wasn't compromised.
It really reflected badly on me.
Murph was in attendance of you in Hospital City. You're not allowed to be anywhere near me anymore.
You need to leave me alone. You got my older sister scared off her wits and me lookin' at my Marine lawyer's #.
Maybe if I get drunk enough this weekend, I'll settle for you paying all my and my sister's penalties and late fees. Every time I have to talk to a legal-beagle, it costs me a grand.
Thanks, man. That's cool. I'm a first class coward. I don't fight fights that aren't a guaranteed win unless someone attacks me. My past and my training almost always gives me the win.
If I can get over the hump with JPM trying to put me in prison (I think that battle is almost won), I'm going to take on the feds as to why they won't give me my SS retirement benefits.
The last commo I got from SS is that my benefits expired in 1979 (survivor benefits when my father died in 1976). And my birthdate which should indicate it's time to give me some of my money back. But no. I guess I'm still 15 y/o at my Dad's funeral.
Whatever. I'm a pretty nice guy when you're not shooting at me (ask Pin, Strait or X-15). Do it in PM please, it's private and none of anybody's business. Phinehas, that only posted here once, to send condolences to Loddy, just got $25k. She's my older sister. I'll never get a dime back. I know how "loaning" money works. I don't GAF.
I'm a Hoosier hick. I had to keep my Mom's cremains in my attic until my options with the funeral home were run out. I had to crack open Mom's urn, thank God she was in a plastic bag, and spread her over Dad's, her parent's and her stillborn younger brother's graves which is probably illegal.
My younger sister is there now too, but my ex-wife was tasked with that long ago.
I've got this deal set up with a Chinese company, I'm going to be Moo Goo Gai Esso. I'll be dead, I'd rather be doggie food.