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Title: Dakkie, My GF wants you to come out and play...
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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: 6918
Comments: 95
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#1. To: All (#0)
Come play. I don't want to go out and watch people look at phones. I get enough phone all week. Kim
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?
You should quit drinking and move out of the ghetto.
My neighborhood was nice before your Jew buddies forced multicultural diversity on everyone, prick!
You've drank the kool aid too. :(
Are you the guy that lives behind Pacman that has the letters PURGATORY on the front of you house? Is that you Mark? He's told me about you. Dr. Kim I can have you referred. Think cops are bad? Get a physician pissed off.
You're getting old pacman
What did I do? This is Doc's thread.
Don't you feel bad about aborting all those fetuses, Esso? We know that was you, asshole! Busted!
That was my ex-wife's sister. She's got religion now. If she tries to call me, she'll spontaneously combust.
Christ, Esso, I was just being a smartass, your life is none of my business.
Hey, I didn't give you names or anything, I'm just being honest. The only kid I ever aborted (non-sanctioned) was a 30 or 40 something roofer whacked out of his mind on meth or crack or something. It was one dose of frangible .38 SPL Pb delivered via S&W girl-gun. I swear I'm not gay. LOL!
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.
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. Am I Kimmy's prisoner or is she mine?
But you won't testify against me, right?
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.. 🤔🤔 😅 Emojis are fun.
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've seen movies where they replaced the brain.
I'm pretty sure he had been lobotomized, I was just trying not to be offensive, which is unusual for me. :)
Actually I was trying to look up something witty, but found this. It's a crime they actually did this.
I just don't have time to explain to gas station attendants that I can program in C, C++, C#, java, VBA, and COBOL.
I've seen COBOL, but you REALLY need to be an old timer to know it. Java I never picked up, the others yep. Python seems pretty hot today. 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.
There's a scripting language called Perl that might have helped.
I did what I had to and got the hell out, lol.
Now we've totally put Jim and Kim to sleep..
Not yet, he's pretty drunk. Like he wants me to cook! I'm a doctor, fuck you peons. Just kidding. Pack's a good cook.
Best recipe I've ever made up is these burritos: 1 box Farmhouse brand Mexican rice (I got from Amazon, after looking at product reviews) 1/2 lb chorizzo 1 cup frozen corn Make rice as directed. Brown chorrizo and add to rice. Add corn, keep heat on long enough to thaw. Run hot water over big flour tortilla, shake off excess. Microwave tortilla for 10 second Wrap rice mix in tortilla Suggested add-ins: Pepper Jack cheese, Tapatio Hot Sauce, sour cream Microwave burrito 30 seconds Makes 7 or 8 large burritos
I wish you could tell me what's going what's going on in Jim's head. I don't think anybody does. I know he loves you. He's not the chad I knew 40 some years ago. He's different now. We're drifting apart again. Kim
#91. To: Kim, Dakmar, etc. (#90)
He's in his 60s. He's so broken up from an accident ten years ago I'm surprised he hasn't committed suicide. Kim, he's dying. He has neuropathy in his feet and his hands from diabetes and pain from injuries. I've know Jim since high school before he got mixed up with the government.
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#9. To: Esso (#1)
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Come play. I don't want to go out and watch people look at phones. I get enough phone all week.
#19. To: Dakmar (#9)
#23. To: The_Rock (#19)
#26. To: Dakmar (#23)
Jew buddies forced multicultural diversity
#28. To: The_Rock (#26)
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#29. To: Esso (#28)
#32. To: The_Rock (#29)
You're getting old pacman
#33. To: Esso, The Rock (#32)
What did I do? This is Doc's thread.
#35. To: Dakmar, 4um (#33)
Don't you feel bad about aborting all those fetuses, Esso?
#37. To: Esso (#35)
#38. To: Dakmar (#37)
Christ, Esso, I was just being a smartass, your life is none of my business.
#39. To: Esso (#38)
The only kid I ever aborted (non-sanctioned) was a 30 or 40 something roofer whacked out of his mind on meth or crack or something.
#43. To: Dakmar (#39)
Well don't let it happen again or I'll have to report you to the DAR.
#44. To: Esso (#43)
#45. To: Dakmar (#44)
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.
#46. To: Esso (#45)
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#49. To: Dakmar, Pinguinite, Dr. Kimmy, 4um (#46)
But you won't testify against me, right?
#51. To: Esso (#49)
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, I never say shit.
#54. To: FormerLurker, 4um (#51)
Party hardy my friend, but try not to ran through town naked.
#55. To: Esso (#54)
(Edited)
#57. To: FormerLurker, Esso (#55)
(Edited)
#59. To: Dakmar (#57)
#60. To: FormerLurker (#59)
#61. To: Dakmar (#60)
I'm pretty sure he had been lobotomized,
#65. To: FormerLurker (#61)
#68. To: Dakmar (#65)
I just don't have time to explain to gas station attendants that I can program in C, C++, C#, java, VBA, and COBOL.
#76. To: FormerLurker (#68)
I refuse to try to learn all the web stuff, it changes every week.
#78. To: Dakmar (#76)
#79. To: FormerLurker (#78)
#81. To: Dakmar (#79)
#84. To: FormerLurker (#81)
#89. To: Esso, Dr Kimmy (#84)
#90. To: Dakmar (#89)
Replies to Comment # 90. He's not the chad I knew 40 some years ago.
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