Title: Dakkie, My GF wants you to come out and play... Source:
Dr, Kimberly URL Source:http://freedom4um.com Published:May 11, 2024 Author:Esso Post Date:2024-05-11 19:44:23 by Esso Keywords:None Views:5524 Comments:95
Come play. I don't want to go out and watch people look at phones. I get enough phone all week.
I'm wondering how long the it will be before the spicks I throw golf clubs at me as they race up and down the street on their ATVs sans mufflers. I only wave golf clubs at them, and yell "FUCK YOU", I haven't actually thrown one yet. But it's just a matter of time. The fucking spick morons were riding up and down the street until 1:00am last night. Am I justified in lopping their greasy low IQ heads off with a machete?
Well don't let it happen again or I'll have to report you to the DAR.
I talked to my Venezuelan/Columbian next door neighbor, Javier, today through his cell phone translator app (there's never a spook handler named Pam around when you need one).
He's pulling out of the hood, it's too violent. I wondered where his doggies went. I can't wait to meet my new newcomers. I'm serious for a change.
I'm ready to whack any spicks upside the head that race dirtbikes/ATVs on my street after 10:00pm with Ping1 Beryllium Ladies Putter that I just happen to own. If that fails, I have a machete, may need sharpened.
I'm ready to whack any spicks upside the head that race dirtbikes/ATVs on my street after 10:00pm with Ping1 Beryllium Ladies Putter that I just happen to own. If that fails, I have a machete, may need sharpened.
Javier was telling me about some shit that went on about 0200 a couple Saturdays ago with a couple of Splibs and my nutty neighbor Satan and the Cops.
My rear-facing camera and about everything got taken out by a lightning strike on my house (not powerlines, you could see the arcs in my paint).
Anyhoo, my quiet cartel neighbor is afraid and bailing out. Good fences (and prison yard lighting) make good neighbors.
I have the right to remain silent, but I'm blabby.
My criminal lawyer tends to dissuade me. The Roxette (Lee Ann) incident cost me $1,000 plus time.
That was a tragic deal, I looked like her guitar player in a $1,000 Kakadu Trader duster and Lee Ann looked just like Marie Fredriksson (Roxette).
Next thing you know, I had two trackers on Red Truck, one active, and one passive (Sling Blade has that now, sans trackers). Rox's kids were ANTIFA/BLM Ivy League whatever. The feds thought I was funneling money to them via international wire transfers (the money was actually going to Pinguinite (Neil)) to keep 4um rolling at the outset of the Covi hoax. I think the second tranche I sent him was to get his truck painted or something.
After that, Chase locked my, and my sister's, accounts causing us a great deal of disdain. Chase ended up paying all late fees and damages.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, I never say shit.
Party hardy my friend, but try not to ran through town naked.
Thanks, my friend. I'm not crazy about anybody seeing me naked, but Doc seems to take great delight asking me about the history of my scars in the last 44 years.
My latest one is my left knee. I stepped on something a stone from my driveway and it brought me down. Of course there wasn't an MD when I needed one.
Zirconium 80 grit sandpaper makes for great carpet, just don't slide anymore than a sixteenth inch across it.
Actually, It's a closed-loop doctors office type carpet. It's the same stuff I put in in the late 70s when I built this joint. Still here, still looks pretty good, considering.
Luckily I don't have any permanent scars other than where I had brain surgery when they gave me an implant, but I'm pretty much ok other than that, usually..
I used to work with a guy that had a deep scar on his forehead that looked exactly like a baseball diamond. I never asked him about it, but pieced together from what he had told us about his life he used to be a different person.
I refuse to try to learn all the web stuff, it changes every week.
I had to pull stuff from a UNIX server (not linux - hell no, we are talking "vi" was the only text editor available) a few years ago, that was a nightmare. I got through it, but it pissed me off having to input like 800 characters to copy a string to buffer. 1970's technology, lol.