Azzerae's World

[Jackstar]

Click Bait!!!! I was told there was a letter here!!!

This just in: She represents that... She told Herself.
massive rolleyes

[Dr. MD MD]

This just in: She represents that... She told Herself.
massive rolleyes

Topical avi, Jack.

[albrecht]

Portals.  They’re everywhere.

That is quite a striking image in 4K. "Geez, I might want to stick to radio." I wish him well because that is approaching Biden in looks, and Xiden has a lot of $ to help lighting and makeup besides the likely meds.

[ItsOver]

That is quite a striking image in 4K. "Geez, I might want to stick to radio." I wish him well because that is approaching Biden in looks, and Xiden has a lot of $ to help lighting and makeup besides the likely meds.

Dave is indeed looking a little ragged.  That’s a hell of a muskrat on his head.  A nice, super ebony version.

[WOTR]

It was a sad fall from grace, indeed! We got him all relaxed talking about baking and pipe tobacco and he spilled the beans. Total phoney. He might not even be gay. 

I have been to Palm Springs, and believe that I can guarantee that either:

1. He does not live in Palm Springs and may not be gay.
Or
2. He lives in Palm Springs and is screaming, flaming, gay... It simply is not an option that he lives there and may not be gay.

[WOTR]

Myke officially has 17 listeners now!

That is all...

That is all- end of announcement? Or that is all the listeners?

[WOTR]

Ugh! They used to be at least a semi-repectable news org at one point in time but they’re just horrible now. I remember enjoying some of their radio shows back in the day. Quirks and Quarks comes to mind. I don’t even know if it’s still on though.

Yes- that show is still on... and still with Bob McDonald. But just about anything else worth listening to is long gone. Started around a decade when they decided to cut shows like "dispatches" and play their idea of comedy, push already popular artists and propaganda instead.

Sometimes (rarely) I will still listen to "as it happens." That is another show that has some worth.

[Dr. MD MD]

Yes- that show is still on... and still with Bob McDonald. But just about anything else worth listening to is long gone. Started around a decade when they decided to cut shows like "dispatches" and play their idea of comedy, push already popular artists and propaganda instead.

Sometimes (rarely) I will still listen to "as it happens." That is another show that has some worth.

Sounds sort of familiar. I know I’d sometimes listen to the shows before or after Q&Q, especially if I was at work. That may have been one of them. I also recall Basic Black was kind of a weird/funny show sometimes. It may have followed or preceded Q&Q at one time.

[Silphion]

Yes- that show is still on... and still with Bob McDonald. But just about anything else worth listening to is long gone. Started around a decade when they decided to cut shows like "dispatches" and play their idea of comedy, push already popular artists and propaganda instead.

Sometimes (rarely) I will still listen to "as it happens." That is another show that has some worth.

Quirks & Quarks - How long was it Isaac Azimov was a regular guest anyway?

[AZZERAE]

ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅ

[Ciardelo]

ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅ

If you haven't been reading BellGab, your life is inestimably richer than most, Azz.

Your closing music reminded me of Simon & Garfunkel's Mrs. Robinson. Does your culture steal much music from the White man Azzerae?


https://youtu.be/9C1BCAgu2I8

[AZZERAE]

Does your culture steal much music from the White man Azzerae?

...I'm not sure I understand the question...

[Jackstar]

...I'm not sure I understand the question...

You know, this whole, "I don't understand what you're writing about" schtick is really beginning to wear a little thin.

[Dr. MD MD]

You know, this whole, "I don't understand what you're writing about" schtick is really beginning to wear a little thin.

Judge, I’m just an unfrozen cavenman who managed to pass the bar and become a lawyer. Your modern language and technology frightens and confuses me.

[pate]

I will listen if there is accordion or organ accompaniment. Though maybe ffwd through the gender theory crap- unless it includes animal dimorphism self-identification and you got Kevin as a surprise guest! Gender is for language. Sex is for biology. More on goats. They are trending. There is goat yoga now even, some weird syncretism that nobody realizes.

I don't know about all the rest of that, but if the accompaniment is Acadian accordion in nature it might be worth a listen...


https://youtu.be/HY-qIusCsLA

-p

[DanTSX]

That is quite a striking image in 4K. "Geez, I might want to stick to radio." I wish him well because that is approaching Biden in looks, and Xiden has a lot of $ to help lighting and makeup besides the likely meds.

It is a nice goat suede blazer

Too bad it fits him like a bag

[Asuka Langley]

https://twitter.com/__justkeith/status/1338959072155082752

[Jackstar]

So I know there's something going on here that isn't what it appears to be. it doesn't seem plausible to me that she would go through this hootenanny and rigmarole if she actually wanted to be no longer a couple with me... because she could just say so.

It's going to be a long 5 days. Holding up this frame is already inexpressively tedious--my arms are tired already!

Throwing me out to the wolves [...] stop blaming me for everything wrong with your life!

Those aren't wolves, and there's really nothing wrong with my life--although there really are a lot of improvements lining up to be made.

For example: there will be a Teachers' Lounge in the Clubhouse. However there is yet to be an actual Club, for as of now, there is no one willing to join A Club that has me as a member.

Having said that, it really is time for a membership drive. For reasons unclear, Grapefruit has turned on a dime and moved directly into Phase VII, and while I suppose she does know what she is doing, she's likely completely unaware that I have no understanding of how she plans to synthesize her own objectives with what has already been laid down.

I don't think there's any question that she's in control of her maneuvers, but it really seems as though she has no faith that I have control of my own. This really seems like a whole lot of effort for very little gain, though I imagine that her feeling of security that I don't know what she's implementing is very peaceful. It is surely worth it to her.

Something likely unknown to many of you is that Grapeftuit doesn't like doctors. And so: NO DOCTORS ALLOWED.

I'm sure this clears up a lot for many of you. Semper fi

[Jackstar]

So, back to the beginning: "hey this guy who's harassing me now that he's talked you into talking to him without me, what in the name of the living Christ are you doing with this absolute retarded Mongoloid faggot?" is exactly what I didn't ask you, because I didn't want to give you the impression that I was aware that you were not doing anything at all like you said you were going to, instead you were doing some sort of peculiar weird thing with some guy who spends a lot of time telling me that he's going to kidnap you and fuck your vagina, whether either of us liked it or not.


I've got some more emails to post later, but I don't want to hear anyone, or her, again, especially, telling me that I made it up; I'm not telling the truth; it's just a story; that's not real; hahaha that's funny... you know, I heard that enough this year, but in addition to that eight or nine times a week, and then calling up two or three times is only about how he and his friend killed my cat--barehanded, and boy oh boy did it really sound like his arms were tired--but that's not really the point that I'm getting at here.


what I'm getting at is that I wasn't aware that anybody needed any more domain names, nor was I clear on why Grapefruit would have any interest in looking up domain names or how those work or anything. "Show me what you're actually doing? I am in fact interested!"... in the horse dick story you're going to have to tell me, or else suddenly decide to admit, "yeah I'm just getting high and talking about sucking his cock and sending him porn while making fun of you for not having a job and not spending money on me and not having any family to get in the way of you sheltering mine. Because you looooove me."


I really think that was not very likely--at all--but it was a hell of a lot more likely than her sharing her drugs or her porn with me, as in my experience, that will only things that were shared with her special close impressive friends. The first picture she ever showed at me was so beautiful that I was almost too shy to look at it for very long, and then when I went back to go find it I discovered that she had deleted it, allegedly accidentally, and when I asked you the picture again she said, "No, it's gone."


Oh. Well. At least we'll always have Paris. So I remember getting that email and I remember thinking, "what a f****** waste of time. Does she know that he's wasting her time? Is she aware that this is b******* and is she showing it to me to find out if I know that it's b*******?"


Well, Gablings, I still don't know. I do know that is recently as _____ days ago, I have been subjected to more threats of varying natures if my behavior is not compliant in various ways, various ways that I could not recall to relate to you, because I didn't listen and I don't give a shit--bring it, bring it the fuck on, you pathetic mewling, lying coward, and believe me, I'll suck your dick a little bit when we're done, too, you can fucking complain all you fucking want--pull my hair and show me how it's done.


In fact, don't even bother with the instructions. Hold your critical thoughts about critical things, and just lay down judgments, one after the other, because this really strengthens the connection between Jesus and my wizards, because as I was looking through my email and my texts in my cloud and my screenshots and my hand-painted blood sigils--just a hobby, propellerhead, I wouldn't expect you to understand, you didn't even bother to ask me how to read Tarot, you just nodded your head and told her, "yep, that's right!"--see, who needs instructions? Just the judgments.


POSITIVE JUDGMENTS. anyway I forgot till now but I wanted to let you know that when I saw this email of a list of various URLs, this was obviously a foundational document that was led to demonstrate the validity of something for later because on its own it doesn't mean shit, and most importantly... it's not 5 Minutes, it was Five Minutes With Jackstar, The proper spelling of which was clearly delineated in my design document that I'm sure you simply wiped your ass with after you arranged to exclude me from all of your negotiations and dealings. Do you even remember asking me for a design document?


Did you even notice that you were being funneled down a hog chute to the slaughterhouse? I'm sure there wasn't any slaughter involved, that's most likely where the rave was--since I wasn't invited, that would be the most logical place to put it--and I don't know what story you were told, because once you allowed yourself to stop engaging in the construction of any foundational language, you just yelled at me for ridiculous and inane bullshit that wasn't even true and then called me names--ooh, edgy, and so forcefully compelling, yawn--and hung up on me and effectively, fundamentally ignored me from a critical point of time forward.


it was when I saw that one of the things you were teaching was how to send spoofed emails to various industry professionals--the names of whom would not be unknown to the readers of this website, I can assure you--and when I asked her, "what are you doing, and why are you doing it?" The immediate response back I got from the deer in the headlights was virtually akin to the following: "David said it was important to soak these tampons in EverClear, because reasons, and stuff." Eyes wide blinking. Innocent pout. Tense shoulders, ready for further questions, poised as if in a state of ultimate relaxation.


"So, let me guess: You're going to send a whole shitload of emails that are going to end up getting sent somewhere, originating from the IP at my home internet access point, and you have absolutely no idea that once they're sent out they can get bounced around bounced around and then end up pissing off everybody that you're mailing them to and getting my address blocked and therefore putting a forensic indicator that somebody at this address is spamming Heather Wade Keith Rowland George Noory, etc. etc. with a whole bunch of unwanted emails filled with Rubini Spam, and while you may not be aware that the net result of this is to make me unmarketable and make yourself appear the victim, you're really just focused on the EverClear and the tampon, right? You probably would like me to leave the room--by the way this is my bedroom and it has been for the last 20 years, off and on, and the waterbed you're lounging on well being groomed by an actual sexual predator happens to have originally belonged to this guy named Todd whose wife I committed adultery with, so do not be confused on any notion that I don't know exactly what's going on here, I can see it when your eyebrows cringe--so you can work with your business partner in peace and privacy, have I got that right?"


I do not say this. I can tell from her body language that she already doesn't know what the fuck she's doing, not completely, but she's impressed with the way I let this guy holler at me and push me around--I stress trivial matters so he thought I was more retarded than she, and I bring up tangential matters to critical issues THAT I HAVE WAITED FOR HALF MY LIFE TO DISCUSS WITH ANYONE in a low-key way, so he similarly uses low-key tactics to divert the conversation away from stuff he doesn't want to talk about, which in his case is shouting shouting shouting shouting shouting in other words in a nutshell just being a boorish, loudmouth, repetitive asshole, which I seemingly let him get away with, but I am actually using as a martial conversational art in order to generate a procedural map of whatever the fuck it is that this absurd transparent dipshit thinks he doesn't want me to be getting any practical information on--and because she's a survivor of psychosocial and sexual abuse in a wickedly dysfunctional family consisting primarily of men who treat women like property and women who don't even notice becauseevery white man they've ever met reminds them of their great-grandmother's genocide, she doesn't even know that being pushed around and abused is not the way it's supposed to be... and the peculiar way, undoubtedly in her experience, that I've been with this woman for almost 4 years and I've never even hit her once probably just makes her suspicious, because she thinks I'm white. Her racial memory insists that I'm just waiting to place her into bondage in exchange for colored beads, and our shared recent memory tells us both that she's definitely got some colored beads already.


I'm as Native as she is, but I don't really look it and I don't have a tribe, at all, all of my family and friends are dead or think I am or should be... so on the social totem I'm not only at the bottom, I'm also painted over with mud. And in her world, even straight up niggers know how to score and grow weed, and she also can't imagine a world in which someone as pretty as I can't figure out how to score some weed, because it hasn't occurred to her that I'm not an in-bred whore who instinctively knows how to trade on one's physical presence in order to obtain favors.


Seriously, it's completely ridiculous. The closest this woman has ever been to a psychological abuse counselor is either silently riding in an elevator next to someone in a white coat, or perhaps while hiking in the wilderness and getting a fly by from a particularly fancy crow with a few white feathers that recently drank from the right flavor of mushroom pond.


I've seen her children hit her, physically--not a lot, because she's generally an exceptionally good mother, and no doubt these kids know by now that she cries enough as it is without adding to the flow meter--but the point is, it happened, at all, in front of me, and her reaction was one of not really any surprise of unusuality at all. Meanwhile I'm plotting triangulations and I'm wondering how severe an offense needs to be before I can justify disabling blow to a leg--these kids probably could use a bonus lesson what it's like to be disabled without ambulatory mobility, and while I would not relish being tapped for such a duty, I possess a calm confidence that I'm well equipped to do that job correctly. I don't think I'd even enjoy it nearly a tenth as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I enjoyed it a lot, considering who I was thinking of. Magik.


Cultural differences abound. But I seriously don't get it. If Grapefruit were my wife, which she would have been if she had ever: a) indicated that she had a desire to get married; and b) had been marryable, and anyone had even come close to putting their hands on her, I would have beaten the absolutely brilliant daylights out of them, without at all leaving a single mark (public school actually educational for something) until she begged me to stop, at which time, I would turn to her and ask, "Forever? Or just now?" Then no matter the answer, one more markless blow, and then a real long look into the eyes of the transgressor. Followed by words. Maybe good ones too, at that point, you can imagine.


What can I tell you? I am devoted, and discipline is its own reward.


I've been around immature humans before. I have never been married before. Consequently the situation has never had to come up--so far it's just been a choicely placed comment like, "you know, if your legal guardian gives me permission, I can beat you until your bladder guilt empties," which isn't technically legally true, but typically a child will not know that for certain, and typically I won't give a shit about legal, I give a shit about what the Mother says.


As has been stated on numerous cases I am not a violent man. My philosophy of pacifism is that violence is always a last option. However, disciplining a child who is so wildly out of whack that it thinks it is appropriate to raise hands in violence to any female... let alone his own fucking mother, is on deck not just for an attitude adjustment, but an attitude replacement.


Which at this point, in my retelling of my recent experience with my first will helpmate and her actual human trafficker, captor, and groomer, is where I'm at with what these two abject nincompoops think they're doing.


There's no point in challenging either of them. When she's not around he's abusive and insulting, and when she is around you no longer recognizes my presence and if forced to do so is also abusive and insulting except in a way that she seems to find amusing--largely because it is except for different perceived reasons. Whatever it sounds like when they talk alone, I have no idea--after the 8th or 9th time he decides to completely flip out and start screaming at me until he hangs up the phone, which of course never happens when she can hear, I realize that I'd rather be getting an enema from Mengele, and this ham-fisted brutish cad is deliberately making himself revolting when it's just me and charming when it's just her and when it's the two of us... he does everything he can to make me look stupid.


So I let him, and she buys it. Because unbeknownst to me at this time, she has been misinformed and misled into believing that I've been cheating on her multiple times, that I'm bored with her, I think she's fat and ugly, and her children are vile foul little cretins with no concern or care for barely even themselves and certainly not each other or their mother or really anyone else in the family and certainly not me.


Of course none of these are true. This means nothing to a woman who suffers from wildly unmanaged and deeply dysfunctional PTSD, who has never seen a psychological of any kind for any kind of psychotherapy whatsoever, who's early middle late childhood, and all years up until fairly recently have been filled with dozens of examples of abusive violence, exploitation, assault, attempted kidnapping, kidnapping, the whole nine yards--and that's just her father, or maybe some guy who's just pretending to be that. Details unclear.


And of course there's more, at least that's what I've been told--took a couple years for the story to come out, and I'm under no illusions at what I've been told is certainly true, and I further been informed that until about a month before she first met me, she pretty much drank every day, all day, for her old life and that was her "therapy."


So, at this point getting information out of her is a delicate situation. Nearly a year and a half before this, and I do mean like nearly 18 months--long enough to make two babies!--I discovered just how bent out of shape my lady's mind is warped, and I say, "Baby Baby Baby, I love you, I love you, but there ain't no way you're going to have a good time in an adult relationship if you don't get some professional help to look at some of these issues. If you don't get help, I will eventually have to become a person in the role of your therapist, and I would rather not be your therapist. I don't feel effective as a therapist when I'd rather just be spending my days having sex with you and showing you off to people, because I think you're fabulous, but as time goes on you're not going to be all that fabulous when you're weeping and wailing about some kind of ridiculous phantasm that you've just triggered and have no idea what to do with cuz it's the first time you've been with a guy from longer than a minute without tying one on." Of course, she agreed. Of course, I meant she really had to get some serious attention paid to this issue not just Band-Aid not just some shoulder-hugging counselor who gives her a chin up and says she's doing a great job just for making through a day--f*** that noise, I've been through there for myself I know that she doesn't have to live like a miserable chambermaid afraid of her own shadow, and that's exactly what it is and that's exactly what she'll be for the rest of her life until she gets down and has a conversation with the person who knows what's going on for like... a few weeks, at least.


Fast forward to now: she of course has not done shit for psychotherapy besides skip through a succession of counselors--not therapists, she says she doesn't know the difference,and of course she's telling the truth of that moment because her mind goes completely blank from the Transient Global Amnesia--and even though I told her very specifically in the first place that I'd be more than happy to get couples counseling and I'd be thrilled to be hypnotized so that I might be better able to respond in a mature fashion to her behaving like a spoiled panty waist brat for no fucking good reason--in the present time, that is, she's got plenty of good reasons to be suffering from a cognitive disorder, of this I am sure, but after the 39th time in 2 months that she hollers at me--fiercely, violently, cruelly--for who she thinks I'm cheating on her with, or want to, and how she has to look at my phone and my conversations I have with friends that I've known for over 20 years in private "make her uncomfortable" and how I'm lying to her--yah, right--and how I'm so terrible and everything's my fault and I need therapy and I'm doing too many drugs--she says her ancestors don't approve of modern vaping technology, which, I must tell you, is a statement that has left me more nonplussed than any statement ever before heard in my life, right after, "your nose doesn't look so bad, it's up to you if we fix it,"--so this whole thing where some guy shows up on BellGab and starts being a snot... you know, just because, he spams a phone number and screams in all caps about having vivid and violent sexual fantasies about Heather Wade, one would have to be in abysmally shortsighted and dysfunctional person to not recognize that this is fucking bait.


at this point this guy is teaching her how to send spoofed spam to industry professionals, he's stopped explaining to me how to get anything done, he's reportedly teaching her things about how to record a podcast and put it on the web (hey, has she managed to do that yet? Or is she still working on proprietary hashtag technology? Just checking), but she peers completely and cognizant of the way that it used to be the three of us are on the phone and at the same time, and now it's never the three of us at the same time, and whenever he calls, he treats me like an actual nigger and constantly tries to get her attention... so they can talk about "podcasting business."


We actually have microphones at this point. I was quite enthusiastic at first, but when "The Commander" a name he turns up with one morning when I wake up to have found that they've been talking all night, because of course, coffee--Heather Wade's favorite!--discovers that my fancy microphone allows me to turn up the gain and turn up the volume and finally out shout this mouthy shouty rude bitch ass little whore--him, not her, she's still quite pleasant to talk to as long as she's getting what she thinks is her way--he then refuses to ever call my phone number that's plugged into my computer, where my microphone is, and he always calls her first and then begrudgingly adds me as the third call and a conference call, Even though I explained that the original deal was that he's supposed to call me and then we call her. And why aren't the phones working right? Why does your phone allow you to do things that my phone doesn't do? Why is this option grayed out? Hey what's the professional way to record a phone call, like, for broadcast?


F****** nothing. F****** bupkiss. this is how I figure out that I got to create a procedural language map to figure out what is hot zones are, because that's evident that this guy doesn't want to talk to me at all. He's literally making jokes about having me killed. She seems to be giggling. This is f****** Twilight Zone. Do they actually think I'm that stupid? I know I'm a great actor, but I'm no Burt Reynolds. Are both of these people really so stupid that they thi... oh, right, they're both abused victims and they're both taking drugs and they're both not telling me the truth about it and they're both completely delusional about their ability to self-medicate, and they think I'm a problem because I admit to them that I've never squirted _______ into my rectum and I am curious to know what that's like.


Look, I'm a curious guy, okay? It's not like I really want to know, it's not like I live a life where I have opportunity to do that very often, as I like I prefer to do that with just anyone. And for reasons that should be very obvious--I have no desire to do this alone.


I also have no desire to do this with screaming stalker bad attitude barakas, who swears up and down that he's just smoking weed, but there ain't no way that he's just smoking weed, although he is perhaps getting some weed that is laced or cured with extra substances, which is a real problem in parts of the world where weed is illegal for people without special licensing, like me or Grapefruit. (I'm a scientist, she's a shamaness, one of us is a lawyer, one of us is a dragon, and one of us is telling you all: shut the fuck up. We're fine on rules here--although of course because I am not a "real" Native American, she thinks I don't get to do things that she gets to do unless she sneers at me, and she's disappointed that I get to do things that she's not allowed to do, so she constantly diminishes my status as if the life I've led for two decades before we ever met doesn't count any more because ancestors. Who I guess are usually thought of as all cops and narcs, which might impress people from her past, but I can talk to the dead so I am unfazed by either the memories of her spirits or her shocked look of disbelief when I tell her that her snotty, bigoted ancestors can lick on my taint and suck on my pucker. And she can't even do that. (Maybe that was the hook to get her to fly off over interstate lines, ALONE, without barely even telling a soul besides myself and her unbelievably stupid imbecilic friend, who does not like me and is probably an actual demon in the flesh--and if she isn't that, is certainly a royally stupid man-hating former lesbian... and I say "former" only because I don't think actual orca can actually go gay, so while she's currently clearly not wearing a carpet bib, she obviously looks like she wants to and she seems to think that her opinion of how I should treat Grapefruit's children is of a greater value than my own.) I suppose she could if she wanted to ask, but that's not what I had in mind, and while she's failing to recognize that my questions are not being answered well she's being groomed by one "friend" who wants to f*** her and another "friend" who wants to kill me and then f*** her.)


so I know whatever she's doing, she's not completely incognizant, but I also know that asking a whole lot of hard questions is not going to get any answers out of her, because Tex is already saying things like, "is he there? Call me when he leaves, I don't want to talk to you when he's there," and, "your five or six weeks away from getting a high paying job as a radio broadcast producer, so just tell him to shut up," and when I ask her about this... she feigns innocence, and spins a wild story, and when I ask questions about certain areas of knowledge, I begin to get the same kind of run around that this guy's giving me.


So I know there's something going on here that isn't what it appears to be. it doesn't seem plausible to me that she would go through this hootenanny and rigmarole if she actually wanted to be no longer a couple with me... because she could just say so. Obviously there's some minor tension. due to some circumstances beyond our control, and other circumstances completely within one person's control, plans have been continually pushed back, which is no problem for me--Hi, this is the house I grew up in--but represents a bigger problem for her, because she imagines that she's also capable of taking care of children while she's coping with arthritis and ambulatory disability and the collapse of her ability to make a living and the growing awareness that her children are completely lacking in any sort of discipline other than, "Mooooooom can we go to GameStop?" and have become beings with no respect for you whatsoever, because their idiot grandfather has given them the idea that "a man who loves a woman buys her a house." Or some such f****** nonsense. I'm told he also said he wanted to put me in prison and have me killed with two bullets in the back of my head, he also said that he wanted to kill my cat, and he also told me that I was lying to him when I said that I lived in Lake Forest Park, because he believed that I lived in a city differently named and when I pointed this out to him he called me a liar.


Did I mention? Hooked through the bag on opiates benzos and alcohol. apparently I was supposed to ask this guy for permission to marry his daughter at some point. fact the matter is I've been asking permission of the daughter to have an intervention done, but after a year or so I kind of gave up on that because... well, I think they like watching him suffer. Or some other reason. It's a tribe thing. I'm an outsider. They're all xenophobes. which is why I find a plausible that Grapefruit has some sort of scheme in the back of mind that she hasn't gone around telling me yet, which is completely fine and normal to me, because I always have a scheme or two going on the back of my mind forever and ever for all time cuz that's just what kind of guy I am I think about things.


But still, this guy is wasting my time. He's wasting her time. I'd like to actually create some entertaining content and put it on the web. I'd like to do with her. what I really like is for her to do a show with her son, who's the guy who said I want to be on a podcast! He's 10. So obviously there are security issues. I imagine that Grapefruit is talking about these things well I'm not fully attentive to her conversations... I'm not eavesdropping. I'm not a psychotic control freak... Like some people.

I honestly can't remember if this one was supposed to be deleted or not. Seriously: nobody tells me anything.

[Jackstar]

What kind of an asshole doxxes the woman he says he loves? Oh ya, one that actually doesn't!!! GFY

https://youtu.be/PiZHNw1MtzI

[DanTSX]

https://youtu.be/PiZHNw1MtzI

Love this song

[AZZERAE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3LCIdcxtYA

[Ciardelo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3LCIdcxtYA

Yup, that's why MV's apparent love of the chan sodomites baffles me. Turning BellGab into a chan would destroy it. I would have never figured MV for a butt-pirate.

[Asuka Langley]

DAS RITE HONKY!

https://twitter.com/olasux/status/1340139736984383488

[AZZERAE]

[I am hoping to debut the sophomore effort of Panspermia] this Sunday, St. Lucy's Day.

Did you push back the release date, or did I miss the boat? STOP THE PRESSES: I started a podcast archive of your show on AzzGab.co.za. I have the title of episode 2 jotted down, but I wanted to know what the title of the first episode was/is, so I can name it something other than "Episode 1" (LOL). Help a brother out!?

[Jackstar]

Help a brother out!?

I think we should encourage Bunny. Get on this, Pillsbury.

[AZZERAE]

Get on this, Pillsbury.

I am the Milkshake Duck.

[Jackstar]

Milkshake Duck

Is this some kind of boobs reference? I'm immune to those.

[AZZERAE]

Is this some kind of boobs reference? I'm immune to those.

I seem good but I'm really B-A-D.

[Silphion]

I am the Milkshake Duck.

I am the Walrus.

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Old farts are not so up on the play of the day