Cultcow Russell Greer / Mr. Green / @ just_some_dude_named_russell29 / A Safer Nevada PAC - Swift-Obsessed Sex Pest, Convicted of E-Stalking, "Eggshell Skull Plaintiff" Pro Se Litigant, Homeless, aspiring brothel owner

If you were Taylor Swift, whom would you rather date?

  • Russell Greer

    Votes: 117 4.5%
  • Travis Kelce

    Votes: 138 5.3%
  • Null

    Votes: 1,449 55.8%
  • Kanye West

    Votes: 283 10.9%
  • Ariana Grande

    Votes: 608 23.4%

  • Total voters
    2,595
Nice album title. I respond to that question with “haha, you’re disabled!”

My response is: "Hot chicks see your disabled face and run in terror."

then capping it all off with She Don't Like Nice Guys

He should write a follow-up. I don't like fat chicks.

"I don't like fat chicks, I deserve a dime.
A frozen face disability really is not a crime,
I'm a qualified paralegal, I know about criminal law,
Come see me in my gentleman's club, and I'll fix you up with a whore... "
 
I don't think he ever sued Katy. He was catfished by a troll pretending to be her agent, but she wasn't sued in response.

He only ever turned his attention to Katy because he thought she was Taylor's honest and true rival, not knowing that these pop star rivalries are all manufactured by the sheckel counters.
I know people were asking him if he was going to sue Katy, probably trying to goad him into it, but he basically outright said he would not sue Katy. He's stuck to it so far.

I know I shared a ton of his posts in here when it was happening, but he was spamming Katy's Facebook comments during the "feud" to let her and all her fans know how Taylor was a monster and all the ways she wronged him, and also to try selling his book to them. He was even in several "KatyCats" fan groups doing it.

He kept trying to get Katy's attention so he could give her all the dirt on Taylor so Katy could destroy her once and for all (and presumably reward him for doing so).
 
Don't forget that he had steamy email sessions with Katy Perry back in 2017 and even got a hot saucy pic out of her. Until it all went wrong when the dumb bitch chose some wheelchair dude over his plights.

She still owes him tickets and her mouth.
It was her assistant "Allison" but close enough. SHE JUST DIDNT UNDERSTAND!

 
It was her assistant "Allison" but close enough. SHE JUST DIDNT UNDERSTAND!
Only in retard world would someone like that sincerely believe that Katy Perry and her assistant are having a hot email exchange and inviting him to do a sexy time with both of them.
Only in retard world would the best theoretical sex of his life be cockblocked by another retard (he was the more deserving disabled retard in his mind, nothing trumps Moebius Syndrome for pity points).
 
Only in retard world would someone like that sincerely believe that Katy Perry and her assistant are having a hot email exchange and inviting him to do a sexy time with both of them.
Only in retard world would the best theoretical sex of his life be cockblocked by another retard (he was the more deserving disabled retard in his mind, nothing trumps Moebius Syndrome for pity points).
Also have to remember this is the guy who repeatedly called Katy's shoe company and begged and pleaded to the receptionist to PLEASE just hand the phone to Katy because he knows she's there and it's super important that he talks to her.
 
Only in retard world would someone like that sincerely believe that Katy Perry and her assistant are having a hot email exchange and inviting him to do a sexy time with both of them.
Only in retard world would the best theoretical sex of his life be cockblocked by another retard (he was the more deserving disabled retard in his mind, nothing trumps Moebius Syndrome for pity points).

It's hard to rank, but that story might be at the top for me when it comes to "Russ stories I never would have believed were true, or at least not significantly exaggerated if I didn't actually see it."
 
Russell Greer rabbit-punched himself hard in his greasy nuts when he hitched his wagon to an unrealistic dream of pop-stardom - a genre that leans heavily on image and broad appeal. No teenage girl is going to want a poster of him on her bedroom wall. That might be a hard truth to swallow, even when taken with a spoonful of that home-prepared green bean slop that he regards as Instagram-worthy. Life is unfair and not just for Russell Greer. Most people struggle to match expectation with reality.

The expression 'drowning in pussy' is often used carelessly in general conversation. When pressed, I think that most men and gay women would admit that they mean this figuratively. No-one wants to actually drown in pussy, any more than assorted flies and moths want to drown in the digestive enzymes of my tropical pitcher plant. You just want to get a bit wet and then recline on a sun-lounger with an ice-cream.

That being said, Greer should have leaned into confrontational punk, where a schizoid relationship with his physical appearance, both as a source of self-loathing and as a hangdog mask of war, would have guaranteed that his frozen visage became a temporary resting place for all kinds of freaky, bipolar vagina. I hesitate to mention this for fear of raising expectations, but it is plausible that, by now, he could have been dating a girl of the same calibre as KingCobra's ex. He could have been nailing the Bogwitch on the reg and probably still could. There is still some sand remaining in the hourglass.

How a man who may be homeless, and who has apparently sold all of his musical instruments, will produce an album that doesn't simply pilfer the efforts of hardworking AIs is a mystery. As with all things centred around Russell Greer, it will rest upon a slim bedrock of hard work, layered with the expectation of a reward that is greatly in excess of what he deserves: He will win his lawsuit against the Kiwi Farms and be awarded hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages; he will give an Uber ride to a famous record producer who will recognise his talent; Taylor Swift's limo will break down and he will step in and get her to her show where they will duet together.

Russell, if you are reading this, buy a guitar and learn a few chords. Write a song no more than two-minutes long, titled 'Taylor Swift, You Are Inside Me', which you should perform while eating photographs of the aforementioned pop star that have been smeared with peanut butter. Do this and I assure you that a modicum of girls, money, and fame await.
 
The latest chapter Fatal Walter's reading of Russ's book is up: https://youtu.be/MnTqrAsZmt4?si=BOtMM6GfkuWtA1fm

My favorite part of this one is Russel saying that his suing Taylor is like a lost hiker setting the forest on fire so that rescuers can see the smoke. (?????)

Also, he says he has an "incomparable sex drive."
 
Also, he says he has an "incomparable sex drive."
Misnomer.
Does he get horny a lot? Of course. He's stuck as a teenaged boy fresh into puberty and now touching his dick makes him feel amazing after a few minutes. Not only has it been a consistent source of relief over the years, with the road as rocky as it has been lately it's one of the few paths left to any kind of temporary bliss.
An incomparable sex drive would drive him to lower his standards, which is something we all know he has never done. Only the creme de la creme for our boy: NFL cheerleaders, pop icons, top tier escorts that charge $$$$$, and when times are truly dire, male escorts (I am not an expert on what constitutes a good male escort so others may chime in here).
I won't argue he that he loves sex and intimacy, but those needs are tied directly to his delusions that he also be seen as attractive, desirable, talented and influential. He will not have sex with some loser that won't increase his value. A Russell Greer without the ego with the constitution of wet paper never would have been a blip on the radar. He'd have finished his ministry stuff, married a nice woman that loved him for him, made a kid or two and died happy.
The winds of fate delivered him to our shores, and we are so blessed for it.
 
It was her assistant "Allison" but close enough. SHE JUST DIDNT UNDERSTAND!
It was mostly Allison as his contact, but "Katy herself" also ended up part of the e-mail chain 'accidentally' and was very interested in his sexy beard and disabled cuteness, and sent him a pic of probably some Slavic whore.

Misnomer.
Does he get horny a lot? Of course. He's stuck as a teenaged boy fresh into puberty and now touching his dick makes him feel amazing after a few minutes. Not only has it been a consistent source of relief over the years, with the road as rocky as it has been lately it's one of the few paths left to any kind of temporary bliss.
An incomparable sex drive would drive him to lower his standards, which is something we all know he has never done (....)
Definite agree, I'm sure he gets horny all the time but if he really just wanted to fuck he wouldn't be paying hookers for the girlfriend experience. He'd pump and dump them like the truckers he loathes. It's always been about status. When he pays a whore to pretend to like him (sex being the ultimate level of that) he feels like a big shot, and that's what he wants from all women. A pop star is just the ultimate status symbol.
 
Naming your album "I'm Disabled... So What?!" wouldn't pique the intrest even the most curious, indulgent music listener. No one wants to listen to a pity party about how tween celebs and esluts won't suck you your penis.
If he named it “suck me my peanuts” and dressed like a pirate for the cover and converted all his songs to sea shanties … he’d actually make some sales. (Sails?)
 
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If people made sock accounts on Instagram and started posting all the images of him with all his crushes laughing at him and tagging not only him, but all of his crushes, would he ever get the message that just tagging everyone you want to fuck is weird and desperate?

And God forbid any of them like the pictures or comment. It would break his mind.
 
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