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

Looks like Pat is taking the fight to the TERF scum today. Can't wait for the correcTions to be dished out in the most cuntish way possible. Of course, whether they believe him after seeing his tweet history is another story
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You may not like my poetry, but the facts remain self-evident.

This thread pulls in thousands of dollars a day for one reason and one reason only... lovers of poetry. It's not a coincidence.

NEVER FORGET a poem by DDM, ORL, 501st Poetry Brigade KWF

There's no poetry without pepperoni
No poetry, no thread sphagetti
Never forgetti
 
I know just the guy, he does jewtiful work.
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Looks like Pat is taking the fight to the TERF scum today. Can't wait for the correcTions to be dished out in the most cuntish way possible. Of course, whether they believe him after seeing his tweet history is another story
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If Fatrick Childs a Scottish MP, he is liable to get a Glasgow kiss followed by an empty Bucky bottle to the hied.
 
I'd love to see Fatso stumbling through a day in a Scottish slum city, a la Trainspotting. Instead of heroin, his comic misadventures would revolve around drinking bottom-tier booze and getting intimidated by Scottish skinheads. And Scottish girl scouts, because why not? It's certainly not an unimaginable scenario for the fat sexless and effeminate loser.
 
I'd love to see Fatso stumbling through a day in a Scottish slum city, a la Trainspotting. Instead of heroin, his comic misadventures would revolve around drinking bottom-tier booze and getting intimidated by Scottish skinheads. And Scottish girl scouts, because why not? It's certainly not an unimaginable scenario for the fat sexless and effeminate loser.

Let's fund a trip for Patrick to visit rural Scotland to reconnect with his Campbell relatives.
 
You may not like my poetry, but the facts remain self-evident.

This thread pulls in thousands of dollars a day for one reason and one reason only... lovers of poetry. It's not a coincidence.

NEVER FORGET a poem by DDM, ORL, 501st Poetry Brigade KWF

There's no poetry without pepperoni
No poetry, no thread sphagetti
Never forgetti

Fatrick's toilet stinks
On Twitter it's complaining
Not a toilet, child
 
I'd love to see Fatso stumbling through a day in a Scottish slum city, a la Trainspotting. Instead of heroin, his comic misadventures would revolve around drinking bottom-tier booze and getting intimidated by Scottish skinheads. And Scottish girl scouts, because why not? It's certainly not an unimaginable scenario for the fat sexless and effeminate loser.

Due to his fatness he would anger the Scots by taking all of the heroin, drinking all the Buckfast, cheap scotch and eating all of the deep fried mars bars.

His resulting cardiac arrest would be worth it however.
 
If we're suggesting overseas travel destinations for our corpulent pal, I suggest he goes with Prince Kidfucker on his next child-rape junket through the poorer regions of southern Asia. Hopefully they'll both get executed by corrupt police, or enslaved by brutal warlords and forced to work in rare earth mines.
 
If we're suggesting overseas travel destinations for our corpulent pal, I suggest he goes with Prince Kidfucker on his next child-rape junket through the poorer regions of southern Asia. Hopefully they'll both get executed by corrupt police, or enslaved by brutal warlords and forced to work in rare earth mines.

The prospect of them being made to act out scenes from the Deer Hunter was already proposed.

With any luck Fatrick and Kidfucker will board a non stop flight from Jockoland to Bangkok.

After all the skag, awful booze and fried chocolate, Fatrick will no doubt fall into a contented corpulent sleep.
The booze and narcotics in his system will leak out through his sweat, thus coating them both in a horrible distillation of Laudanum.

Once they land and alert the sniffer dogs, the Thai authorities will not be remotely amused, and the death penalty will soon follow.

So Fatrick will end his days, starving, bug eyed, stinking at the end of a rope.

Niki will have to figure out if the life insurance policy she took out on him covers execution for drug smuggling and if she needs to give any to Quasi.
 
I'd love to see Fatso stumbling through a day in a Scottish slum city, a la Trainspotting. Instead of heroin, his comic misadventures would revolve around drinking bottom-tier booze and getting intimidated by Scottish skinheads. And Scottish girl scouts, because why not? It's certainly not an unimaginable scenario for the fat sexless and effeminate loser.
I would suggest sending him to Cumbernauld (a notoriously grey and grim 60s New Town in the central belt), but the residents of Cumbernauld don't deserve that
 
I don't know if anyone has said this before but Patrick looks very similar to a young Doug Hutchinson, particularly in the episodes of The X Files where he played Eugene Tooms. If Patrick were 20 years younger and not fat they would be almost twins.

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Go ahead and try to tell me this isn't Fat Rick. The deepfake potential is immense.

No child, I am not a genetically mutated serial killer from 1873 who hibernates for 30 years at a time. That is your delusion.
Holy shit, I knew he seemed familiar from the beginning. I've seen the episode a hundred times, and looked at Pat's stupid fat fave enough, I can't believe I never put it together.

The 1st and 4th picture are uncanny,
 
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