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

I know more about guns than you and look at the country I'm in
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Meanwhile you buy $20 Temu shit and think it makes you look like a bad ass. I'm amazed Brandon Herrera hasn't shown it on his cursed gun images videos yet.
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If you can burn a flag you can sign a flag. You can't be allowed to do both.

Your side is also constantly disrespecting the flag anyways for the past decade. Just look at your government buildings and sports.
Flag etiquette is for faggots. Every time. Every single time someone makes a big deal about how the American flag is handled, they are a massive faggot, so I'm not surprised a joyless loser with bitch-tits like Tomlinson would resort to flag etiquette to claw for something to bitch about Trump on Twitter. "Umm, actually, you're not supposed to play fetch with a dog next to a flag pole flying the American flag during the remembrance of Lincoln's assassination. It's considered a sign that the country is in turmoil and you've disgraced that flag, so you'll have to masturbate on it and sing the national anthem three times before gifting it to a veteran's widow so she can bury it in Arlington." Fuck off.
 
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Niki's so strong and independent that she'd rather stay with Fat Rick than risk being alone. Her spirit animal is the "This is fine" dog.

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Projection.
 
"Hilariously bad at it" It's because you're both fat and can't move well. Your future involves mobility scooters fat child. Enjoy your "My 600lbs Life" series documentary.
Even Dr. Now cannot solve Fat Rick and his pig wife's problem because he has an ego as huge as Jupiter and both has mental retardation comparable to an amoeba. They will be the next Angelina Gutierrez and James King in terms of unlikelihood.
 
As if this fat fuck could fit any tennis balls into the pockets of his skintight jeans.

He lies about the most retarded shit.
He could easily fit multiple tennis balls into his prolapsed rectum. And Niki could, too, but into her massively pumped up vagina, thanks to all the black bulls loading her up with gas.
 
Lol at believing Rikki puts the tennis balls in his pockets. He puts them somewhere, into things as he is. I hope Nikki makes a habit of hitting the balls directly at him. He's too fat drunk and slow to dodge them, and he's such a big, fat target, easier to hit than the broad side of a barn. Mark your pig with some vicious welts Nikki.

You mean the second step father since the first one died and the mother was quick to find another man? After this one dies there will be a third. The woman has a thing for marriages.
And a thing for a high turn-over of husbands. The thinking is ol' Joe Brouette (Husband #3) has another few months to go before his ticker *gives out* or his truck *accidentally* rolls over him while he's working underneath it or he has some other "not at all suspicious" cause of death. Adrienne will have his stuff out for her perpetual yard sale, at her home just outside of Portage, just in time for the gift-buying season. I wonder if she has #4 lined up yet.

Speaking of dead husbands, I wonder what Nikki will put in Rikki's obituary. I'd like to think he'll get the sort of obituary given to raging assholes, one that makes the news. and there are plenty of others if one seeks them. although Nikki will probably just have some AI chatbot write it.
 
Niki's so strong and independent that she'd rather stay with Fat Rick than risk being alone. Her spirit animal is the "This is fine" dog.
You fool! You fell for the common mistake. Rick wasn’t replacing men with boys, he was replacing women.

Because he’s a fat faggot. With bitch tits.
 
As if this fat fuck could fit any tennis balls into the pockets of his skintight jeans.

Wrong type of pocket, stalker child. Tennis balls fit easily into the extra pockets between my large rolls of stomach muscle, a clever use of nature you could never imagine. That is why your life is already over.

He could easily fit multiple tennis balls into his prolapsed rectum.

You have been told, thousands of times, that my rectum is tight, rosy and not prolapsed by any medical standard. Enjoy proctology.
 
You have been told, thousands of times, that my rectum is tight, rosy and not prolapsed by any medical standard. Enjoy proctology.
This reminds me. Rick is getting old. We’re a year or few from medically unwell Rick as all sorts of shit starts falling apart on his fat overextended carcass. And Rick is known for oversharing, so we’re in for an exquisite horror ride.
 
It's been discussed before in this thread, I think some have argued that "my brother and I" is treated as a single unit so using the possessive form is acceptable. It just sounds incredibly awkward though, like he's trying to use some fancy grammar he doesn't really understand. Tons of ways to rephrase it, like "the bedroom my brother and I shared".
The rule of thumb I've always understood for if it's 'my and I' or 'me and my' is you remove the other person from the sentence and see if it still makes sense. For example:
"My brother and I went to the store" = "I went to the store"
"Me and my brother went to the store" = "Me went to the store"
"My brother and I's room" = "I's room"
"Me and my brother's room" = "My room"
 
"Me and my brother's room" = "My room"
It’s the double my (even you typo’d it) that throws people off “my and my brother’s room” is correct but sounds awkward.

Most people have one grammatical rule: “if it sounds awkward it’s wrong” but there are tons of grammatically correct but awkward constructions; a good writer will rearrange the sentence to avoid them. It’s how prose becomes poetry - carefully structured words to express ideas.

Rick has no time for this of course. Has he ever poemed? I doubt it.

Of course poetry and writing can intentionally break the rules for other reasons - but you have to know the rules to break them or you’re just a mongoloid.
 
It’s the double my (even you typo’d it) that throws people off “my and my brother’s room” is correct but sounds awkward.
It wasn't a typo, I altered it accordingly because it's the only way to make the sentence work. In the other example I gave, neither 'my went to the store' or 'me went to the store' would have worked, so that's obviously wrong.

It isn't the most intuitive linguistic rule, but honestly I don't think it matters 99% of the time, any way; like you say just go for whatever flows best in the sentence. These are things you'd expect a professional author to know, and yet...
 
In the other example I gave, neither 'my went to the store' or 'me went to the store' would have worked, so that's obviously wrong.
Yeah but it’s possessive in the room example “me room” vs “my room” -possessive like “my daughter” isn’t for Rick.

“My friend and I are flying high” sounds right in ways that “I and my friend are flying high” doesn’t - even though both are correct. And then you have archaic and such “mine eyes have seen the glory of the Posting of the Rick” etc.

And pirate talk! “Argggghhh me boys, come back to me room and partake of some of me pepperoni!”
 
“My friend and I are flying high” sounds right in ways that “I and my friend are flying high” doesn’t - even though both are correct.
Yeah but again that's a matter of flow, like you mentioned before. One sounds much more awkward, but you could still remove 'my friend' and have a functional sentence with minimal adjustments: 'I am flying high'. Neither 'me and my friend are flying high' or 'my friend and me are flying high' could be salvaged if 'my friend' was removed.

Let's save the discussion about archaic language for when Pat finally drops his Tiny Tim book. I'm sure he'll have done the necessary research and studied Dickens et al to properly replicate Victorian-era speech patterns. He's definitely not going to have all his characters talking in the same irreverent, I-desperately-want-to-be-Douglas-Adams style as all his other shit books.
 
Rick tries to justify his incurable Twitter addiction.

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tl;dr Rick keeps using Xitter because he thinks he's objectively doing the opposite of adding value. Which is basically true, but for his entire existence.
"Do your part to bankrupt Elon"

:story:
BWAHAHAHAH

That motherfucker made $15000000 profit last year just with Tesla alone.
You ain't gonna bankrupt the man by oinking at stlakers Rick.
JfC.
Pat is the gift that keeps giving.
 
This reminds me. Rick is getting old. We’re a year or few from medically unwell Rick as all sorts of shit starts falling apart on his fat overextended carcass. And Rick is known for oversharing, so we’re in for an exquisite horror ride.

I'm calling it now, rectal polyps, because you know that he's "into things"
 
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