Patrick Sean Tomlinson / @stealthygeek / "Torque Wheeler" / @RealAutomanic / Kempesh / Padawan v2.5 - "Conservative" sci-fi author with TDS, armed "drunk with anger management issues" and terminated parental rights, actual tough guy, obese, paid Quasi, paid thousands to be repeatedly unbanned from Twitter

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Fat Rick flaunts the results of his dark craft to all of the bots and pedos on his twitter, like a two-bit drug dealer on Snapchat flaunts his sticky-icky
 
Pat is not legally allowed to say that the child he abandoned is his daughter or that said child exists.
I see it more of a sub 90 IQ pedantic victory he is aiming for: his daughter has 2 loving parents currently looking after her and is thus not abandoned...and also her biological father, who abandoned her, is playing stupid pedantic games on twitter. He is sitting drunk again at Hooligan's. The chair underneath him trembles under his non-Euclidean weight. The trembles will certainly build so far as to amount to a violent tumble; the chairs failure, like many before it, was assured the moment Fatrick set his pigslit sights on it. Like Icarus, this fall was precipitated by a heretofore unparalleled amount of hubris.


And he's fat.
 
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Fat Rick flaunts the results of his dark craft to all of the bots and pedos on his twitter, like a two-bit drug dealer on Snapchat flaunts his sticky-icky
Imagine being a working class African American mother moving to Milwaukee to give your kid a better life, only for him to be ground into seasoned meat by an obese science fiction writer who put in his fence backwards. Imagine that poor black child, trapped in Fat's basement, his last sight is a man of unspeakable girth looming over him, sweating and grunting in a most porcine fashion. The last words he ever hears: "Pepperoni as always, little baby nigger child."
 
Imagine being a working class African American mother moving to Milwaukee to give your kid a better life, only for him to be ground into seasoned meat by an obese science fiction writer who put in his fence backwards. Imagine that poor black child, trapped in Fat's basement, his last sight is a man of unspeakable girth looming over him, sweating and grunting in a most porcine fashion. The last words he ever hears: "Pepperoni as always, little baby nigger child."
That only happened dozens of times. Stop the embellishment!
 
Imagine being a working class African American mother moving to Milwaukee to give your kid a better life, only for him to be ground into seasoned meat by an obese science fiction writer who put in his fence backwards. Imagine that poor black child, trapped in Fat's basement, his last sight is a man of unspeakable girth looming over him, sweating and grunting in a most porcine fashion. The last words he ever hears: "Pepperoni as always, little baby nigger child."
"It puts the seasoning on its skin, or else it gets my hose again."
 

Imagine being a working class African American mother moving to Milwaukee to give your kid a better life, only for him to be ground into seasoned meat by an obese science fiction writer who put in his fence backwards. Imagine that poor black child, trapped in Fat's basement, his last sight is a man of unspeakable girth looming over him, sweating and grunting in a most porcine fashion. The last words he ever hears: "Pepperoni as always, little baby nigger child."
Having to be in pats gauche half home would make death a sweet release
 
Said Patrick, sighing effeminately as he stuffed the tiny, black leg into the meat grinder.
I think Patrick, with his 1.7 gpa doesn't understand that there is a statistical universe of data on kids getting raped in church and only 5 years of data that's desperately being covered up on kids at drag shows, so you can't actually reasonably compare the two
 
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