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Was going to go back and edit in the relevant information, but have been side tracked with a work project.
Roketsune / Darosne / Christian Crawford / Field Marshal Crappenburg - Pedophile Activist Furry, Kiwi Farms Member, Verbose Cunt, Furry Drama Investigator
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Was going to go back and edit in the relevant information, but have been side tracked with a work project.
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Huh, the OP was something about @Field Marshal Crappenberg aka Roketsune AKA CJ shitting and pissing in jugs in his room, trying to cover up his balding head with hair pieces, and spending most of his time screaming at his computer. He also referenced an old roommate talking shit about CJ on Twitter. I looked up the Twitter drama and it made me think this was a personal army request so I didn't bother capping at the time. But seeing this post editing made me pull up the info I gathered.
The fight's between https://twitter.com/LazerTheHyena (archive) and CJ. I suspect @Meanie_Weenie is also LazerTheHyena. Apparently CJ filed some kind of lawsuit against LazerTheHyena. It's pretty much the definition of an autistic slapfight.
Edit: Adding a couple more tweets from CJ's https://twitter.com/Roketsune/ account about it.
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@Meanie_Weenie tell us where the bad man touched you, using this doll.
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Why was this post edited? We want that "juicy information." Come on now, don't leave us hanging!
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Hey good to see this thread is still a thunderdome of autism.
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Probably because this guy is a lolcow himself.
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A lot of that seems to pop up here. What is it about rocketsun that brings them out?
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there is no work project, is there?
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LazerTheHyena thread when?
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I'd rather it be revealed through his text walls than some guy's second-hand information.
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Lazy fuck, I wanna hear about the balding raccoon VS the rotund woman-child hyena! 
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His fixation on military jargon makes me think it's some sort of power fantasy because he's a weak, stringy little faggot.Lazy fuck, I wanna hear about the balding raccoon VS the rotund woman-child hyena!
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What a riveting life he leads. Why does he tweet about shit like this? Nobody likes or retweets anything he does. He's just screaming into the void.Lazy fuck, I wanna hear about the balding raccoon VS the rotund woman-child hyena!
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Furry Open Season has come early.
It's time to kill furfags and chew bubblegum, and I'm alllll out of gum!
It's time to kill furfags and chew bubblegum, and I'm alllll out of gum!
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Wow... She actually came here first. I had assumed you all had just seen Tristan's Twitter salvo at me and that's why the thread was reactivated, but she actually came here before I did and attempted to start a fire. I suppose she failed to realize even after 15 months of cohabitation that I have no shame, and most of what she said I would have admitted to anyway.
This is going to be even more entertaining than I had thought. Excuse me while I make some adjustments to what I had written about this general situation, now that I see what has transpired.
This is going to be even more entertaining than I had thought. Excuse me while I make some adjustments to what I had written about this general situation, now that I see what has transpired.
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Just don't. Grab a gun and pull the trigger, faggot.
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He's the least interesting part of his thread.
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Okay, so, Miss Leaptrott was evidently so enraged by the lawsuit and various Tweets of mine that she ventured here and maladroitly attacked first. This person is transgender, furry, babyfur, cub artist, AND an actual pedo/hebephile who thinks children can consent. I also have all of her personal information and am intimately familiar with her lifestyle and various intriguing details of hers. I was going to go atomic on her and a couple of others anyway, but now I'm especially motivated to make a most grand spectacle of both of us. She will learn first-hand how meticulous, thorough, and dedicated I am when documenting someone. I have lived with this slovenly, dishonorable, and aggressive she-beast for 15 months, and everything sensitive which she confided to me will be made public knowledge before I'm finished. Aren't you happy you came, Tristan?
Speaking of atomic warfare, for this one case and probably for this one case only, because she is a dishonorable, exploitative, and vile reprobate who caused such destruction and disruption in my life, I will gleefully adopt the Kiwi tradition of misgendering and deadnaming her. She actually warned me against deadnaming her via text the day she left, but yet she does this and other provocations. Sorry, Tristan Loren Leaptrott, you sabotaged your own attempts to gain that concession with your subsequent ludicrous audacity. There are no ethical considerations in total war, and your preferences for "Dmitri" and male pronouns are nothing more than a vulnerability to be exploited now.
She and her mate were the cause for my sudden inactivity here and suspension of my work on documenting that odd assortment of furries after the RMFC fiasco. They caused an acute crisis at home because of their refusal to carry their share of expenses despite me patiently mentioning my growing financial burden and fears numerous times, and their refusal to be responsible adults in any other regard. She and her mate had just finished leaving this house approximately 24 hours before she came here (and, no, there is no "work project"- not working was a major cause of this crisis, actually). Well, at least the house is now decluttered and cleanable, and there aren't litter boxes with days of cat shit in them. Cleaning and restoration will take a while, but at least I can do it now.
The catalyst for her misadventure here and the salvos on Twitter was, I managed to ambush her and her mate with a $5,000 lawsuit, on the day of their departure, while they were in bed asleep. Anyone substantially familiar with the legal process understands one needs to be "served" for a lawsuit to be validated. I had learned less than 12 hours previously that they were due to depart on Friday. Had they departed before it was served, I would have been unable to proceed with the lawsuit for the foreseeable future. It was a glorious success for a sadistic and revenging tactician such as myself.
On Wednesday I had successfully filed suit in small claims court and decided on a private server. On Thursday I did research on private servers nearby and made inquiries. I feverishly expedited the process early Friday morning after being apprised of their impending departure on Thursday evening. The server came Friday morning at about 9 AM (4-5 hours earlier than I was told), and roused them out of bed. I was critically fortunate regarding intel and the speed of response from the company, and I even paid about half of what I was expecting. I could have easily missed them had I been further delayed in filing, or had I not realized in time how little time I had left. Now they're not even in the city they were sued in, which complicates their responding to the summons or attending the trial.
I sued them because after numerous attempts to amicably and tactfully resolve this, they abrogated our housing cost sharing agreement (each pays 1/3 of rent and utilities) in a pretty disrespectful manner. I realize now they were exploiting me, and they are so aggressive now because I finally cut them off after realizing our friendship was an illusion. I am the primary contact for our landlord and the utility companies, and every month I paid those bills and then told them what each of them owed. As all three of us were on a lease and we all needed utilities, whether they could repay me fully or not, I was obligated to pay what was owed at the start. While Tristan had fallen behind, she had legitimate causes for this, and she and her mate Tanzi/Shanice had been rather diligent about repayment in 2016 and a bit into 2017. I considered them comrades and I am a pragmatic person, so I compassionately gave them time to regroup, which they started doing.
Then they both started falling behind again in March and into spring and didn't appear as if they were working much or at all. I told them on multiple occasions that this was not financially tenable for me and I couldn't continue to be as understanding, that they needed to start pulling their weight again. This evidently started a rapid decline of their sentiments towards me, which was eventually reciprocated.
I finally was disgusted enough by their refusal to respond to my messages and Lazer's tantrum in the kitchen one night to give them a final ultimatum. They ignored and laughed at it. So I proceeded to do legal research, tallied what I believed they owed me for everything, prepared a case, and submitted it. My threats to sue them, to not pay rent for June, and to leave the house and turn off the utilities behind me, apparently persuaded them to start relocating. They just refused to start carrying their own weight and destroyed our friendship in the process, and thus caused themselves to have to hurriedly evacuate. They had the means of paying me or earning enough to do so. They just chose not to, and massively disrupted our lives in the process.
One of the false narratives they are pushing is I refused to communicate anything to them before I went nuclear. This is absolutely false. I communicated my situation to them on numerous occasions over e-mail and then text, and they confirmed they read them. They are advancing this idea that only face-to-face verbal conversation is valid and that anything else is cowardice and doesn't count. Whether they actually believe this or are trying to compensate for their deliberate refusal to reimburse me despite my painstakingly crafted and diplomatic entreaties, I cannot say. I suffered extraordinary losses of emotional energy and time trying to communicate my needs as inoffensively and persuasively as possible. In fact, I likely ended up attending MomoCon this year (it was great meeting @Jaiman there; thanks for the praise!) because I wanted to give myself some distance from this before sending them a very lengthy and excoriating message detailing my many severe grievances with them (ultimately I decided against doing it after the con was over). I was doing all I could to not needlessly destroy our relationship or to act recklessly during a state of agitation, but instead this reliance on well-planned written missives on very imperative matters was used as a basis of the accusation of cowardice. I severely harmed myself trying to be cautious and sympathetic, a tendency they evidently willfully exploited until I drew a line in the sand.
She also said I was sneaking out the back door and avoiding speaking to her. She failed to mention a few critical details:
1.) We were already basically in a state of war and thus I had zero inclination to interact with them in any way after this and their assorted abhorrent behavior. The front door is adjacent to both the living room and their bedroom, and Tristan especially was usually in one of those rooms 24/7 since she decided she didn't need to worry about employment.
2.) Their permanent house guest, a hopeless alcoholic schizophrenic named Sydney Evan Locklear/Kawazu the Drumming Raccoon, is facing an aggravated assault charge for attacking his father. He was obviously delusional and alcoholic from my discussion with him. He had tampered with my shampoo and conditioner by placing pee, vomit, and/or beer into them following some minor incident. I did not want him knowing when I was not in my room because everything I knew indicated he was a danger to me and my property. I even sought a TPO against him while he was here. And, he usually was home as well, not contributing to anything.
3.) Tristan on the day she departed here essentially bragged about having brandished a shotgun on the last co-tenant who upset her (there may or may not be audio evidence of this...). Yet she thinks I ought to have spoken to her about her inexcusable behavior face-to-face... Right. While I genuinely wanted to murder her, I was not willing to risk violence with her or the other two, especially after she was served. She also was menacing and aggressive before this.
Ahh, about her attacks on my appearance... While I am indeed aging and balding and this and my mortality in general causes me a massive amount of uneasiness (it's one reason I'm seeing a therapist), I have invested far more money and effort into bringing my appearance closer to what I consider ideal than she ever has or likely ever will. She actually wishes to be a femboy. She has done absolutely nothing besides cutting her hair short to attain any sort of alignment with that ideal. Not HRT, not weight loss, not a binder- nothing. And she's also a she-whale who doesn't want to hear her morbid obesity is at least partially her fault. Seriously, she weighs AT LEAST twice as much as I do. She would kill or seriously injure me if she fell on me or collided with me at full gallop. Her mate is similarly porculent. I'd rather be balding than be a bloated and indolent cow. Also, Tristan has a tendon issue that surely isn't helped by her massive overweightedness, but she probably uses that as an excuse to not work or attempt reform instead of at least admitting culpability and degeneracy.
I have noticed they are very severely exaggerating mannerisms of mine. While I have a tendency to curse at whatever fleeting annoyance at a moderate volume, my room is at the other end of the house and the volume and frequency are far from problematic to the average person I'm sure. On a similar note, they also have said I roughly handle their items when washing them, which is very interesting because they are guilty of ham-handed kitchen object manipulation and I didn't wash anything of theirs for the preceding two months. Also, despite the accusation of cowardice, neither grievance they brought to my attention in any medium. It's almost like they're projecting their own bad habits onto me...
Also, I do tend to urinate into a repurposed cat litter container rather than pee into a toilet, but I don't crap in it. I use an improvised chamberpot for urine because it's far more convenient to do so (especially when I'm heavily hydrating while also caffeinated), and it protects me from germs that other people may have tracked in. The pee is poured into the toilet periodically- actually this helps with water conservation. I don't give a fuck whether people find my use of a chamberpot to be gross or unnecessary. It's not like I'm peeing in the corner of my room.
I plan to create a highly elaborate and illuminating submission on three people: the two co-tenants and the delusional, schizophrenic, alcoholic raccoon furry they invited here indefinitely without my informed consent. If it's desired, I'll make a thread on them. Otherwise, I'll just make one or more lengthy posts here in my own thread. Right now, I'm just expending a small amount of time and energy (well, small compared to what I usually throw at major objectives) addressing this particular matter now that Lazer/Tristan has decided to throw herself into the quagmire with me. There are many other issues and degenerate tendencies of theirs which were infuriating to contend with, such as their refusal to do any cleaning or yardwork at all, and their refusal to change or even scoop their own cats' litter. I have quite a number of images, videos, and messages to present on them.
To generate additional excitement and interest (much of it in the form of derision towards me, I realize), I made the following two videos today after returning from the therapist. You all get to hear my voice for the first time, even see and hear me speak to the camera for a bit. A limited amount of derogation of my face, voice, and videographical skills would be appreciated, as I'm a delicate femboy with severe autism.
(That thing around my neck in #2 is a necklace fan, BTW)
I'm sure that at least a few people will assume that I seek KF's approval by divulging all of this. This is not my motivation. I understand that most will find this mutual destruction between two transgender pedofurs hilarious and will eagerly watch us try to wound the other. I understand that few will actually be supportive of me, and will treat it as the heartless spectator sport that it is. I understand that most will find both of us risible outcasts and will find me ridiculous but perhaps intriguing and interesting for the moment. I am absolutely content with all of this. I am motivated by revenge, and I know very well that you Kiwis would much enjoy watching a transgender femboy pedofur going atomic on a transgender babyfur pedofur within your own forum. This is sadistic and malevolent exhibitionism. As long as you're entertained and interested, that's all that matters to me. Perhaps Tristan will consent to a most impressive and hysterical gladiatorial spectacle here. Besides, I probably deserve to be laughed at for misjudging them so grievously, and for being as naively compassionate and passive as I was.
I will be heavily occupied with various household matters such as cleaning and reconstitution, and assorted other necessary matters I've had to postpone for weeks, probably until the end of July. I'll periodically check new posts here and respond to whatever ludicrous fiction Tristan or Shanice try to promulgate here. I will try to complete my posts on all three by early July, and if the staff wish I'll make a separate lolcow thread on one or more of them when that time comes. As much as I want to finish this shit-throwing contest with my dear friend, I have highly imperative household matters to take care of, so my responsiveness will be reduced.
As my closer... Miss Leaptrott told me she was pedo/hebephilic and was not sexually attracted to her mate Tanzi (a very fat black woman of around 30), and did not wish for Tanzi to know about either of those. Well, now the world knows. Whoops.
Speaking of atomic warfare, for this one case and probably for this one case only, because she is a dishonorable, exploitative, and vile reprobate who caused such destruction and disruption in my life, I will gleefully adopt the Kiwi tradition of misgendering and deadnaming her. She actually warned me against deadnaming her via text the day she left, but yet she does this and other provocations. Sorry, Tristan Loren Leaptrott, you sabotaged your own attempts to gain that concession with your subsequent ludicrous audacity. There are no ethical considerations in total war, and your preferences for "Dmitri" and male pronouns are nothing more than a vulnerability to be exploited now.
She and her mate were the cause for my sudden inactivity here and suspension of my work on documenting that odd assortment of furries after the RMFC fiasco. They caused an acute crisis at home because of their refusal to carry their share of expenses despite me patiently mentioning my growing financial burden and fears numerous times, and their refusal to be responsible adults in any other regard. She and her mate had just finished leaving this house approximately 24 hours before she came here (and, no, there is no "work project"- not working was a major cause of this crisis, actually). Well, at least the house is now decluttered and cleanable, and there aren't litter boxes with days of cat shit in them. Cleaning and restoration will take a while, but at least I can do it now.
The catalyst for her misadventure here and the salvos on Twitter was, I managed to ambush her and her mate with a $5,000 lawsuit, on the day of their departure, while they were in bed asleep. Anyone substantially familiar with the legal process understands one needs to be "served" for a lawsuit to be validated. I had learned less than 12 hours previously that they were due to depart on Friday. Had they departed before it was served, I would have been unable to proceed with the lawsuit for the foreseeable future. It was a glorious success for a sadistic and revenging tactician such as myself.
On Wednesday I had successfully filed suit in small claims court and decided on a private server. On Thursday I did research on private servers nearby and made inquiries. I feverishly expedited the process early Friday morning after being apprised of their impending departure on Thursday evening. The server came Friday morning at about 9 AM (4-5 hours earlier than I was told), and roused them out of bed. I was critically fortunate regarding intel and the speed of response from the company, and I even paid about half of what I was expecting. I could have easily missed them had I been further delayed in filing, or had I not realized in time how little time I had left. Now they're not even in the city they were sued in, which complicates their responding to the summons or attending the trial.
I sued them because after numerous attempts to amicably and tactfully resolve this, they abrogated our housing cost sharing agreement (each pays 1/3 of rent and utilities) in a pretty disrespectful manner. I realize now they were exploiting me, and they are so aggressive now because I finally cut them off after realizing our friendship was an illusion. I am the primary contact for our landlord and the utility companies, and every month I paid those bills and then told them what each of them owed. As all three of us were on a lease and we all needed utilities, whether they could repay me fully or not, I was obligated to pay what was owed at the start. While Tristan had fallen behind, she had legitimate causes for this, and she and her mate Tanzi/Shanice had been rather diligent about repayment in 2016 and a bit into 2017. I considered them comrades and I am a pragmatic person, so I compassionately gave them time to regroup, which they started doing.
Then they both started falling behind again in March and into spring and didn't appear as if they were working much or at all. I told them on multiple occasions that this was not financially tenable for me and I couldn't continue to be as understanding, that they needed to start pulling their weight again. This evidently started a rapid decline of their sentiments towards me, which was eventually reciprocated.
I finally was disgusted enough by their refusal to respond to my messages and Lazer's tantrum in the kitchen one night to give them a final ultimatum. They ignored and laughed at it. So I proceeded to do legal research, tallied what I believed they owed me for everything, prepared a case, and submitted it. My threats to sue them, to not pay rent for June, and to leave the house and turn off the utilities behind me, apparently persuaded them to start relocating. They just refused to start carrying their own weight and destroyed our friendship in the process, and thus caused themselves to have to hurriedly evacuate. They had the means of paying me or earning enough to do so. They just chose not to, and massively disrupted our lives in the process.
One of the false narratives they are pushing is I refused to communicate anything to them before I went nuclear. This is absolutely false. I communicated my situation to them on numerous occasions over e-mail and then text, and they confirmed they read them. They are advancing this idea that only face-to-face verbal conversation is valid and that anything else is cowardice and doesn't count. Whether they actually believe this or are trying to compensate for their deliberate refusal to reimburse me despite my painstakingly crafted and diplomatic entreaties, I cannot say. I suffered extraordinary losses of emotional energy and time trying to communicate my needs as inoffensively and persuasively as possible. In fact, I likely ended up attending MomoCon this year (it was great meeting @Jaiman there; thanks for the praise!) because I wanted to give myself some distance from this before sending them a very lengthy and excoriating message detailing my many severe grievances with them (ultimately I decided against doing it after the con was over). I was doing all I could to not needlessly destroy our relationship or to act recklessly during a state of agitation, but instead this reliance on well-planned written missives on very imperative matters was used as a basis of the accusation of cowardice. I severely harmed myself trying to be cautious and sympathetic, a tendency they evidently willfully exploited until I drew a line in the sand.
She also said I was sneaking out the back door and avoiding speaking to her. She failed to mention a few critical details:
1.) We were already basically in a state of war and thus I had zero inclination to interact with them in any way after this and their assorted abhorrent behavior. The front door is adjacent to both the living room and their bedroom, and Tristan especially was usually in one of those rooms 24/7 since she decided she didn't need to worry about employment.
2.) Their permanent house guest, a hopeless alcoholic schizophrenic named Sydney Evan Locklear/Kawazu the Drumming Raccoon, is facing an aggravated assault charge for attacking his father. He was obviously delusional and alcoholic from my discussion with him. He had tampered with my shampoo and conditioner by placing pee, vomit, and/or beer into them following some minor incident. I did not want him knowing when I was not in my room because everything I knew indicated he was a danger to me and my property. I even sought a TPO against him while he was here. And, he usually was home as well, not contributing to anything.
3.) Tristan on the day she departed here essentially bragged about having brandished a shotgun on the last co-tenant who upset her (there may or may not be audio evidence of this...). Yet she thinks I ought to have spoken to her about her inexcusable behavior face-to-face... Right. While I genuinely wanted to murder her, I was not willing to risk violence with her or the other two, especially after she was served. She also was menacing and aggressive before this.
Ahh, about her attacks on my appearance... While I am indeed aging and balding and this and my mortality in general causes me a massive amount of uneasiness (it's one reason I'm seeing a therapist), I have invested far more money and effort into bringing my appearance closer to what I consider ideal than she ever has or likely ever will. She actually wishes to be a femboy. She has done absolutely nothing besides cutting her hair short to attain any sort of alignment with that ideal. Not HRT, not weight loss, not a binder- nothing. And she's also a she-whale who doesn't want to hear her morbid obesity is at least partially her fault. Seriously, she weighs AT LEAST twice as much as I do. She would kill or seriously injure me if she fell on me or collided with me at full gallop. Her mate is similarly porculent. I'd rather be balding than be a bloated and indolent cow. Also, Tristan has a tendon issue that surely isn't helped by her massive overweightedness, but she probably uses that as an excuse to not work or attempt reform instead of at least admitting culpability and degeneracy.
I have noticed they are very severely exaggerating mannerisms of mine. While I have a tendency to curse at whatever fleeting annoyance at a moderate volume, my room is at the other end of the house and the volume and frequency are far from problematic to the average person I'm sure. On a similar note, they also have said I roughly handle their items when washing them, which is very interesting because they are guilty of ham-handed kitchen object manipulation and I didn't wash anything of theirs for the preceding two months. Also, despite the accusation of cowardice, neither grievance they brought to my attention in any medium. It's almost like they're projecting their own bad habits onto me...
Also, I do tend to urinate into a repurposed cat litter container rather than pee into a toilet, but I don't crap in it. I use an improvised chamberpot for urine because it's far more convenient to do so (especially when I'm heavily hydrating while also caffeinated), and it protects me from germs that other people may have tracked in. The pee is poured into the toilet periodically- actually this helps with water conservation. I don't give a fuck whether people find my use of a chamberpot to be gross or unnecessary. It's not like I'm peeing in the corner of my room.
I plan to create a highly elaborate and illuminating submission on three people: the two co-tenants and the delusional, schizophrenic, alcoholic raccoon furry they invited here indefinitely without my informed consent. If it's desired, I'll make a thread on them. Otherwise, I'll just make one or more lengthy posts here in my own thread. Right now, I'm just expending a small amount of time and energy (well, small compared to what I usually throw at major objectives) addressing this particular matter now that Lazer/Tristan has decided to throw herself into the quagmire with me. There are many other issues and degenerate tendencies of theirs which were infuriating to contend with, such as their refusal to do any cleaning or yardwork at all, and their refusal to change or even scoop their own cats' litter. I have quite a number of images, videos, and messages to present on them.
To generate additional excitement and interest (much of it in the form of derision towards me, I realize), I made the following two videos today after returning from the therapist. You all get to hear my voice for the first time, even see and hear me speak to the camera for a bit. A limited amount of derogation of my face, voice, and videographical skills would be appreciated, as I'm a delicate femboy with severe autism.
(That thing around my neck in #2 is a necklace fan, BTW)
I'm sure that at least a few people will assume that I seek KF's approval by divulging all of this. This is not my motivation. I understand that most will find this mutual destruction between two transgender pedofurs hilarious and will eagerly watch us try to wound the other. I understand that few will actually be supportive of me, and will treat it as the heartless spectator sport that it is. I understand that most will find both of us risible outcasts and will find me ridiculous but perhaps intriguing and interesting for the moment. I am absolutely content with all of this. I am motivated by revenge, and I know very well that you Kiwis would much enjoy watching a transgender femboy pedofur going atomic on a transgender babyfur pedofur within your own forum. This is sadistic and malevolent exhibitionism. As long as you're entertained and interested, that's all that matters to me. Perhaps Tristan will consent to a most impressive and hysterical gladiatorial spectacle here. Besides, I probably deserve to be laughed at for misjudging them so grievously, and for being as naively compassionate and passive as I was.
I will be heavily occupied with various household matters such as cleaning and reconstitution, and assorted other necessary matters I've had to postpone for weeks, probably until the end of July. I'll periodically check new posts here and respond to whatever ludicrous fiction Tristan or Shanice try to promulgate here. I will try to complete my posts on all three by early July, and if the staff wish I'll make a separate lolcow thread on one or more of them when that time comes. As much as I want to finish this shit-throwing contest with my dear friend, I have highly imperative household matters to take care of, so my responsiveness will be reduced.
As my closer... Miss Leaptrott told me she was pedo/hebephilic and was not sexually attracted to her mate Tanzi (a very fat black woman of around 30), and did not wish for Tanzi to know about either of those. Well, now the world knows. Whoops.
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i dont give a shit about the rest of this i just want to know if you flail your head around spinning the neck fan like a hula-hoop will you take off in the sky? oh and if so do you yell roketsune at the top of your lungs
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