Richard Groypers' Bellgab Podcast

[Jackstar]

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This is going to be good--and for me, it's already quite nice. Quiet, too, what a relief. [...] Was it a life and death struggle today? No one told me anything.

[...]

CONSENT MATTERS, (PROT)

Called, Queried... "uh... I'll take a screenshot!" *click*


I'll give it five minutes. Why not, rite? Well, that seems cheating, at this point: it's not like I didn't actually confirm all this Sourcery business wasn't actual working science several years ago. (CLASS) (CLASSIFIED) years ago, in fact. You have copies of my research notes, right? Good luck reading them now. Also: you owe me ONE HOJILLION DOLLARS IN JACKSTAR BUX. PAYABLE IMMEDIATELY.

CLASSMATE.
SUMMON.
SUMMON 19.5.
SUMMON RCH.
Oh, that worked. It says he's "busy." Yeah, lol, I fuckin' bet.

[Jackstar]

Called, Queried... "uh... I'll take a screenshot!" *click*


I'll give it five minutes. Why not, rite?

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This is what I'm dealing with at the moment. It's not as bad as it looks--for her. She's clearly got immunity for this kind of thing. It is however far worse--for me--and for I don't know who, but whatever: this will all come out in the wash. (and I'm not going to lie: if this is what it takes to get the whole world talking about Art Bell again... as long as we follow the Constitution I'm f****** in. Thank you Jesus! Hey, by the way: I always wanted to ask you something: if You got the whole world in Your hands, how do You keep New Zealand from falling through one of the holes? He says that He can't believe that He's not yet heard that one before... from me. Then He gave me a biscuit. I must be a good Sourcerer. Woof Rawr. Oh yeah of course it's fur.)

THE_SHAPE_OF_THINGS_TO_COME.rawr.torrent

Silly ninja--archives are for cats! (omfgblyis)
Let's not be too hard on Jewel (she says that's not her name anymore, and asks politely if she can use (Redacted), lol, I'll be sure to ask, omfgwhatta queen), I'm sure she's only trying to help, and let's face it: it's a big help that she's around at all. (Hi Mom!) I mean, that's why I'm not mad about her being murdered, lol, I mean I was pretty sad till I figured out I got a spirit familiar out of it. Think about it: "Hi hello this is the 33rd vets office that I've called all day. They all keep hanging up on me, just hang on... I'm looking for a dead cat that's been murdered. Can you help me?" *click*

It would sound like a script, right? Seriously, whoever f****** killed Jewel, if anyone did... I don't even know if anybody did it--could have been an accident, but if anybody deliberately killed Jewel, they have done this world of Ours a great service--because it has led to the rise of Me. That's some old school Wizardry 8chool. Not too cool--I'm a little steamy, right now, I'm not going to lie--but I am pretty. And I am pretty imaginative. But I am not imaginative enough to explain how she toys with me like Kato would to Clouseau. The timing, tears, the telekinesis... not all of it can be explained as rationalization, and as everyone knows by now--Silly skeptics, ghost ninjas are not allowed to trick science into establishing their existence irrefutably, undeniably, and unquestionably, tricks are things a whore does for money. (Black cats are routinely sought after in the month of October and their disappearance rates skyrocket. Check it. For real, Free Eel.) I did spend some time wondering... "if I am just rationalizing her death, her murderers' will gain a karmic benefit, so I better check before I just go along with this." And, yeah--it's an newer design of ghost ninja--brand spankin' new, actually--but, she checks out. I would not ask he to do a trick for you, though--remember, Jewel literally gave me an inguinal hernia on purpose, because she was mad at me about something. Oh, she says it's because I didn't let her kill the evil cat. She understands now--STELLLLLLLLAAAA! That's the noise I mad when she leapt a full three feet across my body, from my right to my left, and "that was an accident" her two front paws just happened to land in the exact part of my groin where that hymen-like band of flesh remained, perfectly intact, as it had since the day my balls dropped. Well, the left one, anyway. Do balls drop at the same time on a man? Somebody check that for me, thanks. Jewel says she'll do a trick for the first person who finds out at tells me. (Yeah, I wouldn't do it, she was a vicious cat, and now she's a fucking ninja, so I just wouldn't mess around. I've seen some shit, Punylings. Attack ships on fire off the shores of Blah-Blah Atol, you know what I mean.

I wouldn't trade dead Jewel for her back alive at all. And that year of grieving strengthened me. It was kinda nice! First thing I thought when I knew she was really dead, was: "Yep, (PROTECTED) killed her. Rolleyes." Second thing was: "The grief will be worse than ever before, but at least it is the last of your lineage, and in exactly a year and a day, the pain and agony of loss will be gone--poof--as if by magic Special K." And it really was. Nearly everyone else around me, who had mostly been in denial--"Oh yeah, Jack had a cat, huh? What a loser, he couldn't even take care of a dumb, indolent, vicious animal, no one wonder his mother died within a year, the doctors said two, I bet he was too lazy to even read to her."--well, let's just say... watching unexpected people suddenly realize, "oh, yeah... yeah, I guess that was your only living blood relative that you gave even a single solitary shit about, huh? Well... you are an asshole, Jack, and you deserve nothing but scorn and insults and contempt, and that is for certain (just look at his private records, OMFG what a freak) but if I feel this sad... he must feel even worse. Just look at him, gently smiling at me while I struggle to avoid visibly bursting into tears. Good thing he's too stupid to notice. I bet if I can spit on the ground near him, the release of hydraulic pressure and the expression of the spite that is buried deep within my corrupt and evil heart will keep any moisture from visibly rolling down my face. OMG, did you just hear that? Probably just another TGA."

Praise MV! Praise M5! AND PRAISE ME. They tell me I really am that pretty, but honestly I just don't see it what with these massive boobs and cock breaking the line of my 3-piece suit. (Never buy the hype, Kids.)

[chefist]

I still am rooting for them.  For all the filth and vitriol they fling  at each other, blaming each other for their own faults, you can tell it is done out of a deep seated true love.

I agree...good analysis.

[chefist]

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This is going to be good--and for me, it's already quite nice. Quiet, too, what a relief.

I expect it will get quite lively once a certain few nobodies stop obsessing. I better hurry up and inject all this human growth hormone I have ordered in from the same place Art Bell used to get his. Yeah, that's right: Art Bell was a needle junkie. No wonder he died so young. A shame really: what a waste of those great tits. FU ROT? Oh, no, no no, no no no, no no no no... fuck Me.

Oh, damn. A tooth fell out. Wait, don't touch it; it might be a trick. Get those Faerie gloves out. Put them on. Now, wash the windows. (See, now that is loyalty.) No, stop honey, oh I love you. Yeah, if it's not moving already, we're good, just avoid touching it to anyone's skin anytime in the next 5 minutes, just to be safe--unless you think it would be cool to smell like a coward for a week. In that case, put it over there with someone else's laundry. Yeah, me neither. I imagine it smells like Fort-teen Thousand Nites, turning tail and running, all with shit running down the backs of their leg, yet softened with the distinct tang of chamomille. Call it a hunch.)

Nor are you. You know very little at this point, but--what difference does that make? Are you even allowed to learn? I like you, don't blame me. I love her, don't blame me. She loves me, she must reason: I cannot wait to hear it. This is gonna be grand. I'm still looking for that email to be re-written. And when the first line of my email says, "Here, this evidence appears to show _________. Is that... awful, or just weird? Asking for a friend," I have no idea what will happen, but if we do get that far, hot shit and hot damn, We'll be off to the races then, won't we? Oy vey. However, let us not use our imaginations to create sadness we do not want, instead, let us use the sadness that you are ham-handedly trying to elude to (it's allude, (PROT)) and see how Jackstar "Master of The Suns & The Stars" (no surname, mononym CONFIRMED, DipshitDragon) sees it. We don't know how Chefist sees things. We don't know what Chefist laughs at. We just know how cHe laughs. (What? You thought I didn't?)

I am sad that she didn't remember/figure out that today was one of my/our birthdays, but honestly, after what I got her for Valentine's Day (brass knuckles), what could anyone reasonably expect (for her to use them on me)? Besides, she may well have remembered--I won't know until I ask her, and then I still won't know until she actually answers me. This is apparently a real struggle for her to remember the importance of lately. (I can't believe they are still using those fucking phones. How can these barefoot, heathen savages not understand how modern technology works? I fucking told one of them, and the other one wants mind control, lol, yeah, it's an upgrade, *snicker* try out the "Faith In Christ" upgrade, people, it's a doozy!) I'm not sure if she is clear on how "penance" works, and I know I'm not--it really isn't my area, but my penance-sense has been tingling for days and days. ("Eat your heart out, ya filthy Spider-Man!") When the psychotronic attack hit her phone last night, and she didn't immediately start problem solving with me (uh... what do you think I am for, anyway?), and instead jumped in through the open window of a yellow taxi that had suddenly appeared next to her, I didn't worry about it. This woman's problems are not my problems until she requests specific aid. That's the present terms of the deal, as far as I know, and although I have been eagerly looking forward to an #Official renegotiation, meatspace time in the only available wyrm-ready conference room for miles around has been tough to schedule. (Especially when someone keeps using Mala's Marvelous Mind Control Cantrip over and over and fucking over, without recognizing the consequences inherent to that. Oh, Brava. You, go girl.

TKA, Gids. It can get out of hand, aboviously. "Am I awake? What time is it? Where's the clock? Why is the window open? Why did Raven just fly into the room and infect me with HIV?" BECAUSE FU CONSENT, THAT'S WHY. Relax; that woman, Number One, is clearly immune to lots of things besides good advice and old-timey Hungarian wive's tales. Anyway, I dunno wtf. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, ho hum. I wonder if Golden Girls is on yet? Fuck, I am tired of roofing duty. Then again, some steps simply cannot be rushed by shrill, shrieking, or screaming, even if it is All You Can Eat Shrew day. (Remember: not all you want to eat... it's all you can eat. /flex *snap*)

Someone is going to need a bigger jawbone.

UR... RU Schweinhund? Well, that would certainly explain your clearly visible displays of cowardice, however: ewe, gross. In any event, what is that you think you know about my victory conditions, let alone hers? Come on, Man. Do you expect me to believe that Grapefruit confides in Chefist, more than Jackstar? Don't make me laugh! No really--diaphragm hernia--what?

It very much indeed has. I could have used Sourcery, but--once again--I simply preferred not to. Was it a life and death struggle today? No one told me anything.

I would have thought that it would have been better, much better, if that download had been accepted by its intended recipient, but what can I tell you? It might not matter to some, but that Prime Directive really matters. I know most people do not think that it does. And? So? What? Get your ass back down into the galley and keep peeling those potatoes for Steven Seagull, I'm the one driving the boat today. In any event, as a result of the package delivery failure, something that could not have been able to happen if it had (Hi Cookie!), has now been enabled (No killing--spare the face-snip vas deferens). Now, I have absolutely no idea why someone or someones decided to do the "wrong" thing--but that doesn't make them stupid, careless, or a failure.

In truth, there is no such thing as "Wrong" in God's World. God's world is the World of the Absolute, and in the top-down final analysis, we're all going to make it Home. There is simply no place else to go. And since someone didn't figure out what they were supposed to do--they were told--and someone else didn't realize what they were doing--nice job, Benedict Arnold, now trade Roseanne back for Tom and let's get this party started, HOLY SHIT, how fucking hard is it for you fake humans to take orders from an actual monkey? Because I will look into learning the Shapeshifter Catechisms faster, if needs be, and becoming an actual Bonobo for long enough to bark orders at you stubborn bullshitters is what it will take, then I am willing to go that far. I have gone farther before, for less cause, do not get me wrong. If the Catechisms are on back-order for 1,000 years, Jesus will go get a copy and read that shit to me in my sleep if needs be. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, He says that's now how He would prefer to spend our limited time remaining together. Teaching me to get better at fucking monkeys. Wow, check out the big potty mouth on Jesus. Wow, I'm not gonna lie. I've never seen Jesus piss while pissed before. Huh. Wha-happened?

I am pretty sure it is not our time--me and Jesus, smB--that He was referring to. Also, He doesn't seem happy. What, me crucify a messenger? No, but I would shoot the fuck out of one, especially if I knew he'd just come back in three days and let me do it again if I were still in the mood. He's no dummy.

I would love to know what you think is happening, has happened, and what will happen as a result. I really don't think you and I are working from the same book. *slam* Oh, sorry. You weren't using that one, were you? Tell you what: let's get on a panel together! I can finally read you in, unless you're afraid of knowing Tooth. (I don't think Richard has told the right people the right things, honestly, but I will try to see what I can do about addressing that during the next study hall period, which I can tell already is gonna be a doozy.) Let me guess, here's an approximation of your InnerNarrative: "I know Jackstar says he's a pacifist, says he's a friend to all, and says he loves Grapefruit, but... I know for sure those are all lies, because I'm a bad ass--jus compare me to Failkie, can't you tell?--and I know all about When a Man loves a Woman, I listen to that all the time while gettin' blasted, and so that means that I know all about how it goes when a Sourceror loves The Goddess. Wait, I thought she was a Queen? Well, whatever, I bet he wishes he could love them both, heh heh." How am I doing, Robert? Did I hit any of the low notes? Yeah, good, I've got someone else for that, they'll be coming along to bleat and mewl and fart, any minute now, I am surely certain. Whoops, there's an oubliette. Who put that there? Hey--Ramona! Thanks! Where can I get some of your nudes? Oh no, I'm not asking you for any of them, I just wondered if someone put them on /x/ or something. No, sorry, I can't get picture-SMS through The Veil, but that is a fancy upgrade, I bet. No thank you. I'm talking about hers. But, I wanna see the bad ones! So I can compare for improvements. Yeah, it's a fetish. Thanks, and tell Art, thanks for allowing me talk to his Best Wife. (This is quite the Grayper post, alright. Maybe I should have gotten high? Well, fuck, I will now, lol.) Yeah, I know, I'm just teasing. Yeah, he makes a good guinea pig, if you lose him in a herd, you can quickly identify the correct animal by the outsized teats. Rawr.

Alright. Ramona is gone. Chefist, only you and I remain. Who? Fuck her. Wait, wait, come back here Grapey, you're gonna wanna hear this. (I actually thought you had taken off. Bad laundry date? Nothing smells clean? That's too bad.) However, you are probably under a very strict NCA/NDA? So you probably can't just, like, talk about your accesses to (CLASSIFIED) records of various and sundry records and details. Blink once for yes, twice for no, and if you blink three times too fast, you'll get an aneurysm. That's not a "sourcerous curse" (rolleyes), that's just a friendly and fair warning, because you seem a little too high-strung for some of this field work, I'm not gonna lie.

Also I noticed that you didn't acknowledge my theory. Is it something else? Come on, Man. What do you have to be shy about? Do you have any idea how ineffective your attitude towards me becomes... when I'm the only one who doesn't know the basis for it? Yeah, me neither, because now I'm more focused on how you're clearly shaming an abuse victim, and G-rape-Azz is gonna make you sorry! As soon as their Wonder Twin Power Pack Blasters clear Customs, I guess. I wonder if my shields will stop those bullets. What, seriously? Photons? Look, let me help you out here, go check out that flick, Videodrome (1988). Okay, at the end: that gun. That would be a weapon of choice against the likes of me, that's for sure. Fuck that, I would not risk that, it might make my shields smell, and I don't know if I've made this clear enough: I do not know how to turn off my own shields, and Jesus says he has no idea either. Apparently it's some sort of level-up test I'll get introduced to later. Yeah, it does sound a lot link a Zelda game, doesn't it? MEOW. GET YOUR ASS TO MARS. Then call me. Well, no, actually, once your ass is sent, you can call anytime. Yeah, put the coffee down first. That's fine. Coffee is for closers anyway, you ignorant slut. [...] I beg your pardon? That was clearly meant to be humourous. What do you mean, you don't get it? What does that have to do with anything? That joke was meant for Bailey Jane. Yeah, newsflash--not everything in life is about (you). (Ditto.)

Oh, what's that? Dark Grapefruit has been spotted? Standing in line at Customs, trying to get any flight off-world? Oh, I get it, she/it thinks it would be too obvious if it were ONLY Mars she/it was willing to take. There's a massive wait-list, I am sure. Especially: rite now. Please stand by, and be ready to maniacally applaud. Remember to watch the blinking. That part is just for Cheffy. He's gonna watch the water no matter what I say, but: CONSENT MATTERS, (PROT)

Let me go through this in the morning over coffee...I want to give a legitimate response to such a detailed post...

Goodnight

[fufb]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zCOFlVGH8E&t=7s

[Jackstar]

everything here seems to be in order.

No, not really, not at all. I would instruct you to call you out I've been told that I'm your adversary.

Now that that meddling Russian Limbaugh is out of the way, We can now establish dominance against each other. We can lay out our turf we can say what we mean to say. without me there it was no improvement.

I explained to her that I had to be there in order to make the content happier. She didn't agree. And now we see I was on first time I was on second and the last time it was not good.

whether it should be up at all is a separate issue but you were going to put it up regardless She doesn't seem to understand that. I'm not sure she understands how the internet works in this regard I've been dealing with this kind of crap for 30 f****** years 30 f****** years I don't need grapefruit to tell me how to handle this kind of trolling I've seen it before I've had it before it's my thing


She puts my name in her video.
*ahem*

She puts my name in her video.

She has some basic assumptions wrong. when I heard one of them I told her right away she didn't believe me. She can be pretty stubborn. So she did not want to believe that she had no right to complain about you pointing out her other YouTube channel because at the time it wasn't I told her this would happen and she tried to ignore me.

Predictable results.

I will address these matters later. These are important matters and they will be addressed. Meanwhile I may announce a sea change. There I have announced it.

There's much more to come. I'll make it clear I decided that I would love this woman forever or could before these stupid members of the army of droll showed my life at all. I'm sure they're here at the background. Well they're no longer beneath my notice. These matters will be addressed. They will be addressed with fortitude.

[Asuka Langley]

[Richard Groyper]

Pandora can only have one Greg White...

choose your fighter: Tera Gallaway's bf or Rally Squirrel

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[K_Dubb]

Pandora can only have one Greg White...

choose your fighter: Tera Gallaway's bf or Rally Squirrel

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I hope somebody is standing by with a defibrillator.

[chefist]

I hope somebody is standing by with a defibrillator.

I agree gayDubb...lots of fat guys postering around here! Lol

[chefist]

No, not really, not at all. I would instruct you to call you out I've been told that I'm your adversary.

Now that that meddling Russian Limbaugh is out of the way, We can now establish dominance against each other. We can lay out our turf we can say what we mean to say. without me there it was no improvement.

I explained to her that I had to be there in order to make the content happier. She didn't agree. And now we see I was on first time I was on second and the last time it was not good.

whether it should be up at all is a separate issue but you were going to put it up regardless She doesn't seem to understand that. I'm not sure she understands how the internet works in this regard I've been dealing with this kind of crap for 30 f****** years 30 f****** years I don't need grapefruit to tell me how to handle this kind of trolling I've seen it before I've had it before it's my thing


She puts my name in her video.
*ahem*

She puts my name in her video.

She has some basic assumptions wrong. when I heard one of them I told her right away she didn't believe me. She can be pretty stubborn. So she did not want to believe that she had no right to complain about you pointing out her other YouTube channel because at the time it wasn't I told her this would happen and she tried to ignore me.

Predictable results.

I will address these matters later. These are important matters and they will be addressed. Meanwhile I may announce a sea change. There I have announced it.

There's much more to come. I'll make it clear I decided that I would love this woman forever or could before these stupid members of the army of droll showed my life at all. I'm sure they're here at the background. Well they're no longer beneath my notice. These matters will be addressed. They will be addressed with fortitude.

Well documented...as always.

Were your expectations of SpaceMe2Laid a tad bit high in the beginning?

No offense ...just curious...as most of mine are.

#teamJStar

[K_Dubb]

I agree gayDubb...lots of fat guys postering around here! Lol

If you listen closely you can hear            the menacing jiggle of blubber hahhaha

[whoozit]

If you listen closely you can hear            the menacing jiggle of blubber hahhaha

Shade in summer, warmth in winter.

[Walks_At_Night]

Pandora can only have one Greg White...

choose your fighter: Tera Gallaway's bf or Rally Squirrel

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WTF Groyper.  The dude in the picture on the left looks just like the dude down at the Autozone. Just bought some wiper blades and a Mother's California Gold Clay Bar System off him the other day.  Can't be the same guy...can it?

[Jackstar]

Rally Squirrel

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I'll take this one. I think it will be a collector's item these days.


So, I have been instructed once again to call you out, Richard. It may not be personal. But I guess it is. I have a new mandate.

I have become a one who embraces his destiny. It is ridiculous. It is also, who I find myself to be. I would not want it otherwise at all.

After hours of contemplation in my Fortress Of Solitude, I have been given the understanding that eluded earlier. These things have to be co-ordinated. Here's why:

Grapefruit & I have crossed the streams. She does not use the word "Narrative." So I may not use it. The reasons for this are many-fold. I will not go into them.

My purpose now, is singular. An end to Grapefruit's torment. For she has not been under my aegis for sometime. She has been slowly peeled away from my emanations.

There may be no choice. It is possible that an emergency handfasting will be called for.


I have been driven to this choice. I was driven elsewhere first. I think it was to pick up the lexicon of a foundational language, new to me, yet ancient to the world. A foundational language I have never had to deal with, yet one that I have struggled with forever. Now, with Grapefruit's New Mandate, and my slavish--I am using the word "slavish" here, and with good reason--devotion to her, my, and our goals, there is no question, that this tide will be turned.

And, you know why? Because it is in fact destiny. Also, every time I leave, she starts... I don't know. I'm going to have to find out, though. Because... I have a New Mandate.


Richard Groyper, I am required and commanded to inform you--you are part of my New Mandate. This consequence is plenary and non-negotiable. Grapefruit has ordered it. It must be done. (I've kinda painted myself into a corner on this one, Kids.) Richard Groyper, you may declare me as a source of your Mandate as well-- new, or otherwise. It is not required for you to declare a Mandate for yourself. But I must inform you, according to the ancient traditions.

(She is eating this up. They all are.) You also are informed hereby: you MAY NOT declare #Fealty to me. I may not accept it from you, or from Spookcat. It is possible that I may never be allowed to accept any Fealty from anyone, at all, ever. I simply do not know. We are in wild, uncharted virgin territory.


Yeah, I can't believe it either. *sigh* It's like being with Veruca Salt (from the book) and The Simple Life girls. But much, much hotter.


Now, I must watch your podcast. You don't have to watch yours. I have to watch yours, over and over. This is the shape of things today. And do you know why this is required of us? No, you do not.

It's because I missed one of the Thelemites, and has grown IT's power base, wildly out of control. This is my area. This is where it all happens.

On the bright side, I don't usually like shit like this. But here it is, and it is spilling out like fluids from the aether. So I guess it's a real one. I can always tell, when I would rather just choke down a glass of bullets and cereal with primer powder, rather than keeping going. But, here we are.

I tried to avoid my destiny all day. It didn't work out well. Alright people, good talk. We're going day by day, people. And it looks like I'm going to have to quit drinking again. I don't know what's up with that yet, though. It's not all good news, though. There is some cautious great news: I might get to tell The Story. Might. It's in the air.

I was spilling pages of patchwork narrative before, as I like to write... but I didn't have clearances. Now I do. And I think we all know, I like to write. And I am told she likes to read.


Let me be clear: I love this woman. Grapefruit is the best beyond bloody game in the whole orchard body. I am not even denying this when something has caused a one to consider separation. And so far--without fail--it has always endured. And we're talking some heavy opposition here. So I think... protected by dragons.


Cool. Also, ah... I might have a hit put out on me. I can hide out in here, right? I mean, it might be out on me right now. I mean, it's cool, I'm immortal... I just let appearances go. This is really all we have. And once I recognized that--the spice began to flow. The Seaden is real. The El Freel is real. I can't believe this is actually how it all goes down. And yet... look at what has become of our heroes stable. Gone. Dead. Dead & Gone. Disgraced. Deplatformed. Drowned out by the frenetic keystrokes of this wicked engine. That should muffle my bilge noise.


Look, it's gonna be awesome, I am telling you. Also we have The Mandate Of Heaven, should you accept, Spookcat. For you have also been catted out. By Grapefruit herself. Hopefully she remembers. I have passed the required trials.

[Asuka Langley]

Pandora can only have one Greg White...

choose your fighter: Tera Gallaway's bf or Rally Squirrel

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Where are their necks?

[Richard Groyper]

Where are their necks?

Lmao

[Jackstar]

Were your expectations of SpaceMe2Laid a tad bit high in the beginning?

No. I saw that and new it for what it was, instantly: #TrollBait. However, it lacked class. I recognized that as the mark of respect for what it is.

I do not know your history with this person. And right now... she does not either. Or claims to. Either way.

Further, that was not the only trollbait today. And she herself put it up. As well as there are several psychotronic attacks underway. This is flattering. To me.

GF's former scion did not have the same protection grid. (Yes, this is true: I have won back her contract. (Please cheer.) In truth, all who doubted shall die a coward's death, one day. I mean, I did it the first time.

So basically it was like putting a new car stereo in.


NOW: CHEFIST. I need answers, stat.

1) Why the vague sexually evocative single word post?

2) Did you coordinate with anyone?

3) I need the rolodex of the leader of the GF fanclub immediately. Kneecap if you must. I cannot make this person my sole source of information, she's not too fragile: I AM. heavy atacks here btw.



No offense ...just curious...as most of mine are.

#teamJStar
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Well documented...as always.

[chefist]

Shade in summer, warmth in winter.

Ha...what do they call the gay fat, hairy guys? Polar Bears? Something like that...gayDubb can clear that up. LOL

[chefist]

Where are their necks?

I just puked out my drink right now looking at that pic. LULZ 

[Walks_At_Night]

I just puked out my drink right now looking at that pic. LULZ 

He was doing okay for himself for awhile. I don't know if he eventually screwed it up or not. When you look like a toad, not much margin for error with the ladies.

[Dr. MD MD]

He was doing okay for himself for awhile. I don't know if he eventually screwed it up or not. When you look like a toad, not much margin for error with the ladies.

Is this the part where I have to point out that Filipinas are golddigging whores?

[K_Dubb]

Ha...what do they call the gay fat, hairy guys? Polar Bears? Something like that...gayDubb can clear that up. LOL

Polar bear is if your chest hair is white, otherwise you are just a bear.  There are otters who are thin and muscle bears who are hot but really if you are fat and gay you should just stay home and think about what you've done.

[chefist]

FOR JACK...I can't post without it being embedded...sorry...


Once again..I'm on #teamJStar...

ok...

1. The sex is not my biz...betwix you and SpaceLaid

2. No...never...I don't share any info with anyone on here...I post now and again, but there is no collaboration nor coordinated efforts.

3. Sorry, buddy...I don't have that Rolodex...my circle of "friends" is very small...Ray, you, Lee and a few others like Whoozit, etc...good folk...I have no hidden agenda, just a dude that enjoys your content...though I must admit, I can't read all of it...rather voluminous.

Good luck and all the best with your love life...we all need that!

[Jackstar]

heavy atacks here btw.

[chefist]

Polar bear is if your chest hair is white, otherwise you are just a bear.  There are otters who are thin and muscle bears who are hot but really if you are fat and gay you should just stay home and think about what you've done.

Now that I know this, I didn't want to know it. ha. 

[Silphion]

Is this the part where I have to point out that Filipinas are golddigging whores?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzgjB9XNNfo

[Asuka Langley]

I have never attacked Space Meow Maid. I don't give a fuck what/who she does but the fact that involved Rubini and his new network was fucking hilarious. My opinion is that it was a case of #SexRegret and Rubini is now facing serious charges because of teh #SexRegret. That is just my opinion and it's up to the courts to decide.

I highly recommend fuccing native girls, just be sure to get it in writing first to avoid being #Rubinied

[Richard Groyper]

I have never attacked Space Meow Maid. I don't give a fuck what/who she does but the fact that involved Rubini and his new network was fucking hilarious. My opinion is that it was a case of #SexRegret and Rubini is now facing serious charges because of teh #SexRegret. That is just my opinion and it's up to the courts to decide.

I highly recommend fuccing native girls, just be sure to get it in writing first to avoid being #Rubinied

Jesus Christ! basically what happened when she flew down and hooked up with Mr. Rubini.

[Asuka Langley]

Is this the part where I have to point out that Filipinas are golddigging whores?