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So how many Santa prezzies will our dear Pat open tomorrow?
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"But Mister Tomlinson," said the flabbergasted worker, "I can literally smell the gas!"
No, they didn't stalker, Enjoy freezing.
He only "childs" non-stalker randos who he gets into it with. This is happening less and less cause he turned his replies off, so the only way to get a message from him is to quote tweet him which only the pests will do, and they get "stalkered" not "childed"Is it just me or has he not been saying "child" as much anymore? Maybe I'm just out of the loop but it seems like he hasn't. Maybe he realized it was such an ineffective insult, since people were excited when they found the first public instance of him using it.
Now that you've explained it so clearly... it makes even less sense. Like wtf man, even Chris Chan knows Clyde Cash isn't real anymore.Robert Prongay Jr, son of Robert "Mr Softee" Prongay, mafia hitman who operated out of an ice cream van.
Anybody that trolls Fatrick on twitter is an alt account of Robert or at least an associate of Robert.
If this sounds like schizophrenic nonsense, you're right, but it's what Fatrick believes.
He was given this information from his ally Fattie Singh,retarded gullible larper that gets fed fail doxhacker, OpSec specialist and doxer
Tbf, according to his claims, the gas were shut off due to a reported gas leak. Which sounds like a safety measure.I don't even know why I bother stating the obvious, but Patrick is lying. As the Pests have shown multiple times, in Wisconsin it is against the law to shut off someone's gas during winter.
As many as his MIL paid for...So how many Santa prezzies will our dear Pat open tomorrow?
Are we really going to allow this Felony Sides Destruction on Christmas Eve? Nigga, how am I supposed to enjoy prison when I need new ribs?!"But Mister Tomlinson," said the flabbergasted worker, "I can literally smell the gas!"
"Wrong again, stalker," replied Patrick, his drunken voice slurring heavily.
The worker took a step back, partly to escape the reek of cheap alcohol, and partly to properly behold the specimen standing before him. Patrick was naked beneath an open bathrobe, his sagging gunt failing to properly hide the abnormally small, faucet-shaped penis that peeked out beneath. In one greasy hand Patrick grasped a phone, his thumb instinctively typing something.
"But what am I smelling then?" the worker replied, secretly regretting taking that overtime.
Patrick's beady eyes glinted. "My wife's negroid boyfriends," he replied. "They're farting in her vagina."
The worker's first thought was that somebody spiked his eggnog. "Black men are farting in your wife's vagina?"
"Wrong again, atalker," Patrick slurred. "Enjoy prison." He turned, slipping on the icy porch and falling forward into his hovel.
As he flailed helplessly on the ground like a greased-up pig, the worker decided he'd seen enough; other people needed help, and watching this man debase himself would eat up too much time. "You have a Merry Christmas, sir," the worker said, turning away.
Patrick squealed something in response, but the worker wasn't paying attention. His mind was on his family- his lovely high school sweetheart and beautiful little girl, Annabelle. Patrick faded from the worker's mind as he pulled himself into his truck and drove into the silent night.
Merry Christmas, one and all! May your holiday be merry, and please eat all the good food you'd like; no matter how much you eat, you'll never be as fat as Patrick!
I can only imagine how many pests have sent gore to him and he just looks at it because he needs to reply to the stalker children
Merry Christmas to you and your wife. Thanks for your work putting together your documentaries.Beyond that I hope you’re all enjoying the Christmas season. I hope you spend plenty of time with family. My wife and I are heading to Church here in an hour and if you’re having a bad time this season message me and I’ll include you in my prayers.
What kind of setup does the power company have that Rick would know if someone reported a "power outage"?He did it again. Oopsie doodles
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His second, better debt has broken his brain