Christ, Cuntster is getting awful good at impersonating your "friends".
You rest assured my copyright claim is perfectly in order, sweet bird. Squealing like a jail cell fucktoy about "versions" displays only that you can be fooled by anyone who can fail to understand Wikipedia. To be absolutely fair to Cuntster though, that was a deliberate wrong steer on the Berne Convention. You grasped at it with the desperation of your real father grasping at your sisters though.
The proof of all that is coming to you, the ruination of what is left of your laughable existence, will be revealed to you as it unfolds, a relentless nightmare of false hopes and shattered trust and despair.
No more shall be forthcoming here; we have other venues to discuss you and in there I will upload the recordings. They won't quite be JULAAAYYYY standard, but they will have a deep hilarity all of their own. You really need to start looking for those cameras, you know.
The dox are going up there over the next day or two. Cuntster and I will meet up to go through them together tomorrow afternoon. Harvey Nicks, Forth Floor restaurant, 4pm. There, that's a nice clue for you: if you showed up you could even get my picture. We will be in your locality both before and after. We have things to do and people to see, in the way of ladies about town.
I'll put your Kindle back if you can find even one camera by.... Friday, say?
But no, I'm not going to tell you everything that's going to happen ahead of time, silly rabbit.
After all, no one likes spoilers.
The stuff with the college, the SQA certificates and the fraud charge is going to be hysterical though.
