Horrorcow Tommy Tooter / Thomas Wasserberg - Dog-Abusing, Trash-Eating Pedo, Neo-Nazi, Fake Tranny, "1st-Wave Incel", Hounded YouTuber to Suicide

[repentance]

I just realized Tom could have bought a good used van and lived in it. It could have been a mobile Real Things gravel dispensary. Instead he's broke and two shitty chryslers deep.

Buying an RV was suggested to Tom more than once.

 

[Sparkletor 2.0]

I have no idea what the Karnival of the Arts was like, but my mind paints a picture...

Spoiler: Gay Tom Fanfic

Walking with your arty girlfriend hand in hand passed a cotton candy vendor and a guy who paints caricatures. All of a sudden a voice under a tent calls out, "Hey yall, wanna look at my rocks?"

You look over and see a geriatric man wearing only a bucket hat and a tie dyed teeshirt. His cock and balls hover over a tupperwear bucket filled with sand and gravel.

"Oh my god, babe, you gotta do it!", your girlfriend says.

You want to get laid tonight, so you decide to pleasure her whims and go talk to the man.

"Hey, man! How much are the rocks?"

The rock seller stands up with a start, his penis and tesitcles dangling precociously above his product. The vendor turns red with rage. "It's not 'man' it's 'ma'am'!" the hideous beast bellows.

"Ok, ma'am, how much for the rocks?"

The faggot rock seller answers, "These are locally internationally sourced from indigenous... amber fire quartz sells for $150 a pound in Lithuania... And I said brassier on Romper Room in 1962 and then the Illuminate put a metal plate in my head..."

"Bro! How much for one rock?!"

"I AM A PROUD TRANSWOMAN! DO NOT CALL ME BRO!"

"Cool it, yo! How much for one rock?"

"Five dollars and I take your picture"

"Okay, cool I guess..."

Tom and the young man make their transaction. Tom takes the customer's picture.

"You two wanna move to Tuscon and work for me? You can sleep in your car or it's even warm enough to sleep outside. I can show you the best dumpsters to scavenge from." The elderly pervert says.

"Sure, man. We'll for sure do that..."

Overjoyed at gaining two new business partners, Tom turns to Facebook.

 

[Ultrapenguin]

I have no idea what the Karnival of the Arts was like, but my mind paints a picture...

Spoiler: Gay Tom Fanfic

Walking with your arty girlfriend hand in hand passed a cotton candy vendor and a guy who paints caricatures. All of a sudden a voice under a tent calls out, "Hey yall, wanna look at my rocks?"

You look over and see a geriatric man wearing only a bucket hat and a tie dyed teeshirt. His cock and balls hover over a tupperwear bucket filled with sand and gravel.

"Oh my god, babe, you gotta do it!", your girlfriend says.

You want to get laid tonight, so you decide to pleasure her whims and go talk to the man.

"Hey, man! How much are the rocks?"

The rock seller stands up with a start, his penis and tesitcles dangling precociously above his product. The vendor turns red with rage. "It's not 'man' it's 'ma'am'!" the hideous beast bellows.

"Ok, ma'am, how much for the rocks?"

The faggot rock seller answers, "These are locally internationally sourced from indigenous... amber fire quartz sells for $150 a pound in Lithuania... And I said brassier on Romper Room in 1962 and then the Illuminate put a metal plate in my head..."

"Bro! How much for one rock?!"

"I AM A PROUD TRANSWOMAN! DO NOT CALL ME BRO!"

"Cool it, yo! How much for one rock?"

"Five dollars and I take your picture"

"Okay, cool I guess..."

Tom and the young man make their transaction. Tom takes the customer's picture.

"You two wanna move to Tuscon and work for me? You can sleep in your car or it's even warm enough to sleep outside. I can show you the best dumpsters to scavenge from." The elderly pervert says.

"Sure, man. We'll for sure do that..."

Overjoyed at gaining two new business partners, Tom turns to Facebook.

Lovely piece, I can practically smell the putrid nut stank and wretched odor of days old bongwater wafting off my computer monitor just reading it.

 

[BlueArmedDevil]

Tom's not a lonely shut in, honestly.

 

[MediocreMilt]

Tom's not a lonely shut in, honestly.
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So Tom accidentally installed a browser plugin and instead of removing it he's complaining to MS.

 

[Consider Lizärds]

Tom's not a lonely shut in, honestly.
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Can you buy a bot pizza?

 

[AnOminous]

Buying an RV was suggested to Tom more than once.

It would nearly immediately be filled floor to roof with shit bags and piss bottles. Also he could use it as a mobile rape dungeon. Just as well he doesn't have one.

 

[Miss Tommie Jayne Wasserberg]

The arrogance.

Fortunately, Tom will piss them off sooner rather than later.
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only in your sociopathic , schadenfreude dependent dreams, you transphobic twat. I'm a highly respected elder in the nomadic community. There was a young man who kept fighting with himself to just walk away because the cognitive dissonance was hitting him so hard, but he knew he should stay because I was saying things he needed to know.

It's OK, though, because he has new partners (who won't work out any more than the old "partners" did).

There are two levels of partnering in real things; MVP and VIP. There are dozens of MVPs, but only four VIPs and who the other three are is NOYFB.

*I meant day 3, not 2.

So he went up there for literally only one full weekend of selling? With gas as high as it is right now? I guess I wasn't paying that close attention, I figured this was the start of a circuit or something he was doing.

Truly a business genius.

It was just an out and back. If there's nothing better to do, I may fly into San Diego for the weekend because it will cost about a fourth of what gas will cost.

Did his catfish abandon him or is he still pretending to move into that million dollar home in Denver?

Neither. She's leaving the house to her ex and grown kids .

And about to "trade" in illegal substances.

i've been doing that for decades, you ridiculous infant man with delusions of intellect and redeeming social worth.

 

[MediocreMilt]

If there's nothing better to do, I may fly into San Diego for the weekend because it will cost about a fourth of what gas will cost.

Oh dear god. Imagine the hell that sitting next to Tom on a flight must be.

• the stench
• the inane "conversation"
• the creeping on any child within his eyesight
• shitting himself
• flipping his shit on the first Flight Attendant to respectfully call him "sir"

 

[Tragi-Chan]

only in your sociopathic , schadenfreude dependent dreams, you transphobic twat. I'm a highly respected elder in the nomadic community.

Why? You’re not a nomad. You live in Section 8 housing.

There was a young man who kept fighting with himself to just walk away because the cognitive dissonance was hitting him so hard,

And not because he was talking to a grotesque old child molester in a dress?

i've been doing that for decades, you ridiculous infant man with delusions of intellect and redeeming social worth.

Speaking of delusions of intellect, what makes you think it’s a good idea to publicly admit that?

 

[Bibi’s extra sandwich]

Oh dear god. Imagine the hell that sitting next to Tom on a flight must be.

• the stench
• the inane "conversation"
• the creeping on any child within his eyesight
• shitting himself
• flipping his shit on the first Flight Attendant to respectfully call him "sir"

It’s a one hour flight. Assuming the smell isn’t “that” bad, it might be entertaining. Assuming you didn’t know about the kids and dogs and all. Weird old guy talking about the space Jews might be preferable to most other boring ass old people you have to sit by.

 

[DSP's Tax Lawyer]

only in my sociopathic, schadenfreude dependent dreams am I a nomad. I'm a shit filled old person squatting in section 8 housing because I am a poor retard who hasn't done anything his entire life. There was a young girl who kept avoiding me the entire time I was there with my camera but I was able to snap a few pictures so I can masterbate to it later.

There are no partners in real things, I just keep making shit up. That one business channel that plays too loudly outside a dumpster I scavenge for food in has been allowing me to pretend to be a business man on the internet really well.

It was just a massive loss of money on gas. I have nothing better to do, so I may fly into San Diego for the weekend to help people see what the bottom of society looks like because the government still gives me retard bucks to survive.

No the catfish hasn't abandoned me. But that fake mansion isn't going to happen yet. I am currently in the process of being homeless with the catfish


i've been buying shitty weed that I can't sell for decades. I do it just as bad as my gravel selling business

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[trickyzerg23]

I wonder if @Tommy Wisenberg Whateverthefuck has ever considered repenting in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.

 

[Miss Tommie Jayne Wasserberg]

I just realized Tom could have bought a good used van and lived in it. It could have been a mobile Real Things gravel dispensary. Instead he's broke and two shitty chryslers deep.

hahahahahahaha. far from broke and the Jeep is fine for my purposes right now. i don't like to sleep in the vehicle anyway.

Buying an RV was suggested to Tom more than once.

"Tom" is somebody else. None of you overpriviliged colonized cunts have the first clue about anything you are saying about this awful character Tom you conjure up. RVs are more trouble than they're worth for numerous reasons. For now, what I have is more than adequate.

Tom has not yet learned that any plans made during a psychedelics trip are void once the drugs wear off. He sat in a stoner circle and they talked stoner utopian bullshit all day, none of this is going anywhere.

lol. this was a gathering of established artists who are already building on their stoner utopias, while you punch your clock and fuck off here on company time., .

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Tom has admitted to purchasing a half-pound of cannabis with intent to traffic it across state lines for sale and distribution. This is a pretty serious federal offense that can result in jail time.

it's legal in both states, fool. i didn't purchase it either. it was a gift exchange between artists.

Thomas knows so little about weed that he can't even name the shit he has. No one will buy from a dealer who doesn't know what they have

Not true. A stoner could find a shiny rock on the ground and trade it to Tom for all his weed. The stoner will know its worthless and Tom will think he got some valuable rock

I'm positive it's Mexican brick weed.
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Garbage tier "weed" full of leaves and seeds and stems, maybe even male plant matter. Vacuum pressed into disgusting 1lb bricks.

A seasoned stoner would have to probably smoke the entire brick in one go if they wanted to feel anything, and no one over 15 buys it. It's the only kind of weed anyone would trade for gravel.

you fools are hilarious. First off, I am one of the most skilled buyers in my trade, feared by the lackeys of big gem dealers because they always need to get permission from the boss to sell to me at the price i ask, knowing their commission just flew out the window if he says yes.

I haven't even seen brick dope for decades. The Mexican I buy is grown right on the other side of the border totally dank, loose packed fresh, with no seed and well manicured.

My friends totally give no fucks about name of the strain. the see , they smell and they buy. if they need convincing, i pack a bowl and give them a taste.
I'm getting things called Sour Diesel, Train Wreck, Blueberry Muffin, Rum Cake this past few weeks. i really think $50 bucks worth of stone was well worth a half pound of this, whatever the fuck it's called.

I have no idea what the Karnival of the Arts was like, but my mind paints a picture...

Spoiler: Gay Tom Fanfic

Walking with your arty girlfriend hand in hand passed a cotton candy vendor and a guy who paints caricatures. All of a sudden a voice under a tent calls out, "Hey yall, wanna look at my rocks?"

You look over and see a geriatric man wearing only a bucket hat and a tie dyed teeshirt. His cock and balls hover over a tupperwear bucket filled with sand and gravel.

"Oh my god, babe, you gotta do it!", your girlfriend says.

You want to get laid tonight, so you decide to pleasure her whims and go talk to the man.

"Hey, man! How much are the rocks?"

The rock seller stands up with a start, his penis and tesitcles dangling precociously above his product. The vendor turns red with rage. "It's not 'man' it's 'ma'am'!" the hideous beast bellows.

"Ok, ma'am, how much for the rocks?"

The faggot rock seller answers, "These are locally internationally sourced from indigenous... amber fire quartz sells for $150 a pound in Lithuania... And I said brassier on Romper Room in 1962 and then the Illuminate put a metal plate in my head..."

"Bro! How much for one rock?!"

"I AM A PROUD TRANSWOMAN! DO NOT CALL ME BRO!"

"Cool it, yo! How much for one rock?"

"Five dollars and I take your picture"

"Okay, cool I guess..."

Tom and the young man make their transaction. Tom takes the customer's picture.

"You two wanna move to Tuscon and work for me? You can sleep in your car or it's even warm enough to sleep outside. I can show you the best dumpsters to scavenge from." The elderly pervert says.

"Sure, man. We'll for sure do that..."

Overjoyed at gaining two new business partners, Tom turns to Facebook.

Why? You’re not a nomad. You live in Section 8 housing.

And not because he was talking to a grotesque old child molester in a dress?

Speaking of delusions of intellect, what makes you think it’s a good idea to publicly admit that?

lol. stay stupid, my special bitches. I'm from an ancient nomadic clan. I just got knocked off the road in 1999. I don't live in subsidized housing and i just cut off my EBT. It's a patriot's duty to break unjust laws.

People like Tom will and he hangs out with people like him.

This "Tom" is a fictional character. Tommie hangs out with people like her for sure, but they're all self employed artisans and educators like myself, not outlaw scum and colonized wage slaves living in a virtual world like you toxic talking turds. This nice lady bought almost $300 of "worthless gravel" from me.

Oh dear god. Imagine the hell that sitting next to Tom on a flight must be.

• the stench
• the inane "conversation"
• the creeping on any child within his eyesight
• shitting himself
• flipping his shit on the first Flight Attendant to respectfully call him "sir"

STOP PROJECTING YOUR FUCKING PARAPHILIC FANTASIES AT ME , YOU FOUL FASCIST FURRY FAGGOT FUCKTARD.
i bathe a lot more often and shit myself a lot less often than any of you morons with delusions of intellect think, if what you do can be honestly called thinking.
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I don't flip my shit on people who call me sir until they persist. most get with the program when i gently correct them the first time.
you creep on children. i'm an educator and entertainer playing for children accompanied by their parents. you're a pervert wanker vidiot projecting at me.

I wonder if @Tommy Wisenberg Whateverthefuck has ever considered repenting in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.

lol. care to elaborate?

 

[trickyzerg23]

lol. care to elaborate?

You can have eternal life. Do you have faith?

 

[BlueArmedDevil]

Thats some dusty ass bud you got there, some quality ditch weed.

 

[MediocreMilt]

you creep on children. i'm an educator and entertainer playing for children accompanied by their parents. you're a pervert wanker vidiot projecting at me.

bruh, you routinely post creepshots of other people's kids. Screaming "NO U!" won't change that.

Thats some dusty ass bud you got there, some quality ditch weed.

His "green" is brown.

 

[TurdFondler]

LOL it's literally all stem! You might get like 2 grams of bud out of your pound of stems

 

[DSP's Tax Lawyer]

lol. I molested a child and fucked a dog. To this day, I still don't think I did anything wrong. Jesus Won't save me

hahahahahahaha. far from ok and the Jeep is unusable right now. i don't like to sleep in the vehicle anyway. I prefer under a bridge

Tom is my name but I like to use my faggot name Tommie. All of you people that are capable of holding down a job and providing for yourselves keep saying accurate things about me and I don't like reading about how awful I am so stop making me seethe. RVs require money to maintain and I don't have any money. Sleeping under a bridge is all I need to last the next 2 years before I die

lol. I do get high and make a bunch of plans. Then I brag about it on AMB and Kiwi Farms because those are the only friends I have. Then I get high, forget about the plans, and continue to be a lazy piece of shit

I don't care about the law, fool, I molested a child. What does interstate drug trafficking charges compare to child molestation charges? i didn't purchase it either. it was a gift exchange between artists. Which is a purchase technically but I am a fucking retard

you guys are scary accurate about me. First off, I am one of the most retarded buyers in my trade, loved by the lackeys of big gem dealers because they always celebrate with the boss after selling to me at the price i ask, knowing their commission just skyrocketed because I bought at 10x the value of the gravel.

I have been smoking brick dope for decades. The Mexican I buy is always bricked up on the other side of the border totally filled with seed, stems, and sometimes meth. Which is how I got addicted to meth.

My friends totally give no fucks about me. That's why I come on here to pretend to have a better life than I really do because otherwise I am just a lonely piece of shit who eats trash, fucks dogs, and molests children

I'm getting this thing called fentanyl these past few weeks. I really think its going to become the new drug of choice for me

lol. you got me again. I'm from an ancient gypsy clan and I have pretended to be Jewish this entire time. I say I am nomadic because I haven't had a job or been able to support myself since 1979. I live in subsidized housing and i share my EBT illegally. I am a retard whose duty it is to break laws like don't molest children.

Tom's friends are fictional characters. Like his girlfriend, Tommie, who hangs out with people like her for sure, but they're all self employed artisans and educators like herself, not outlaw scum and unemployed retards living in a virtual world like my real life. That's why I post on here and pretend to have a better life.

STOP POINTING OUT HOW DISGUSTING I AM AND HOW I AM A LITERAL PANTS SHITTING GOBLIN ALREADY.
I don't bathe and shit myself a lot more often than any of you will ever know, but I am embarrassed when it happens in public

I always flip my shit on people who call me sir until they hang up on me. Most avoid me when I say it the first time but if I get through, then they say it again so I flip my shit and they can hang up on me.
I creep on children. I pretend to be an educator and entertainer playing for children so I can get closer and take pictures of them. If their parents aren't there, I try and see how quickly I can molest them before getting away.

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[TurdFondler]

@Miss Tommie Jayne Wasserberg

First off, I am one of the most skilled buyers in my trade, feared by the lackeys of big gem dealers because they always need to get permission from the boss to sell to me at the price i ask, knowing their commission just flew out the window if he says yes.

You mean you fall for the sleazy used car salesman routine where they pretend to balk at the offer and go talk to their boss? Is this also how they keep selling you clapped out Chryslers?