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:5510 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.
In the late 70s I loaned this guy $100. He had a month to get it back to me. No juice. I knew what he was using it for.
When he was late, I put the word out on him. Someone told me they saw him going into the Food & Liquors store on the main drag. I drove over there and caught him coming out the front door.
I hollered at him, "COME OUT HERE!" on the traffic side of the truck. I'm leaning against the truck with my arms crossed. I said to him, "So where is my money?"
He starts to give me a line of BS, so I grab him by his shirt and say, "If you don't get my money fast (I look left and a car is coming.) you might have an accident."
I push him back. He rocks back on his heels. I pull him back just before the car hits him. It was so close the car stopped.
His eyes got big around and he screamed at me, 'YOU'RE ON DRUGS! YOU GOTTA BE ON DRUGS!"
I had my cash the next day.
I told that story on The Chicago Outfit Facebook page and one of those guys said, "You would have made a good enforcer." ROTFLMAO1