Title: Pacman's Friday Night Feel Sorry Yourself Music Thread Source:
Cap'n Brandon URL Source:http://freedom4um.com Published:Sep 15, 2023 Author:Various Post Date:2023-09-15 22:03:50 by Esso Keywords:None Views:1904 Comments:14
For the 241 Marines, sailors and soldiers that didn't make it back home 23Oct1983 (40 year anniversary this year).
To the firemen and medics that cut me out of a 2007 Honda and saved my life 10 years ago.
For Dad. You made me become a full-blown man at 15 when you died. I kept the faith. I helped with with the fall of the USSR.
To Ramette 5'2" (Cari). The clot-shot killing you even though you didn't know you got it, hurt me the most. I had the rest of our lives planned out. I think you did too.
This is for you too, Cari. I miss you so much
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To all my friends that died due to Bidet's vax mandates. The first was Daria (Melissa, 26Sept2021, 55, in her backyard tending her flowers on a pleasant fall day).
This is where you got your nickname, McMurphy. The angst- ridden nurse in a war zone that nobody knew existed. I hope I served you well. I'm glad I got you home to see your family before you died.
Sorry about that joke about stomping your hoof after administering you the horsey paste when you got covi after so many shots.
Sorry about that time I bought you flowers. I didn't know you had to clean that shit out when one of your charges died.
RIP Aleena.
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
My neighbor Betty died around this time. I had to be masked up like the Frito Bandito at her funeral. I wasn't allowed to sign her guestbook because Covi. The flowers I sent on the big tripod were at the head of her casket. Clayton did the spray or whatever, seeing my thing at the forefront about made me pass out. Betty's family were poor folk, but my family also. You should've seen me in my Kakadu Traders oilskin duster and a bandanna over my face, I was a badass. My favorite neighbor was dead. She died of old age and quack MDs. I loved that old gal.
Here's another one for dear old Dad, Both K Earl and Harold...
I haven't ever murdered any girl friends, but my sister told me tonight that I should've killed my ex-wife.
This is for Punk (Pam)
Our last assignment, Punk...
RIP Pam 2008
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
This has a sound in it, I can't remember what it's called, but it's like the frequency or whatever keeps going up forever...
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
This is long before NASCAR/Budweiser went tranny-woke whatever...
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
I thought I was on my Uber app, like I'd know about that.
I need a ride home. What's the fare to Valhalla?
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
Wipe your tears, wipe your ass, and Get UP and Kill!
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
I tried to call you, but the entire O - R section has been deleted from my Contacts list on my S9
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.” - William S Burroughs