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so february has come and gone and the best you could do was have a chickenshit asshole sneak up and take some photos. whatever happened to screaming to the world about me being a pedophile dogfucker? you're all a bigger waste of oxygen and bandwidth than AMB.
the projections of your own personal perversions into your vision of my personal reality are wretchedly ridiculous as usual , which is to be expected of a pack of mentally deficient, voyeuristic, deviant dolts programmed with lies delivered to them over digital appliances in the short span of their vapid lives.
troll logic rarely fails to astound me. i blog about a single instance of sharting and today it is incontrovertible fact, according to AnAsshole, that i regularly piss and shit myself, constantly fear sharting at the thought of the dread kiwi farmer animated turds to one day come flying out of my computer screen in the flesh. of course, all it took was a single admission of sexual contact with a minor and in no uncertain terms, this makes me a dangerous pedophile and child predator. do you fools really believe this sort of shit or do you just hang on it because you get your jollies pissing people off?
nobody got scammed for anything. the joint account hasn't been touched for anything. the money for the horn came from my disability check. i'm counting on cash flow to cover my rent.
i have never pawned a saxophone for weed money. i have been burglarized four times in the past three years and lost a total of ten to theft in the past 35. i'm also rarely short of weed money either, thanks to the saxophone. lots of times, i don't even need to buy weed because my audience gifts me with it. i don't smoke ditch weed either. up until this harvest, i was buying primo mexican, but there is such a glut from the oregon and colorado family this year, i'm getting what they call "smalls" or the top grade trim, for $60/oz.
your assumptions about my gastrointestinal health are always hilarious. i am not "eating garbage" i'm recovering groceries , very often unused, that are still reasonably fresh. this is fact: the guy who turned me on to the art of foraging swore he had only gotten food poisoning once and that was from a restaurant.