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I find myself not checking my notifications until there's at least two or three, because I know that 95% of the time, one of them is going to be Liz dredging the depths of her lake silt brain.
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Yo, ONION BOY— is your right shoulder clenching?I find myself not checking my notifications until there's at least two or three, because I know that 95% of the time, one of them is going to be Liz dredging the depths of her lake silt brain.
Now dear, you know I prefer shallots for my steak butter.Yo, ONION BOY— is your right shoulder clenching?
You fucking PIZZAGATE freaks have become soooo reduced in your brains over the last few years.. it’s wild, sonNow dear, you know I prefer shallots for my steak butter.
I fucking... hate you.
I .... HATE YOU.
I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!
Are you ready to SHUT THE FUCK UP YET, CHRISTINA WESTOVER?!!????!!!!!!!!Okay Liz, you've already got Jack's social media, why do you think you're talking to him here as well? Does he really need multiple platforms to trigger your crazyrage? I wonder how you're going to react when you realize how much time you've wasted entertaining a bunch of complete strangers?
Oh, and your latest video is miles below your last one in quality, since it's just you ranting at more complete strangers to you. I sense a theme....
you got some anger to work out, and weed's not helping. If your Jack has said one correct thing, it's that. Cut out the dope, it's all kinds of not good for your brain when it's broken.
Are you ready to SHUT THE FUCK UP YET, CHRISTINA WESTOVER?!!????!!!!!!!!
Thanks for this dingo, bb! He blocked me on Instagram thoImage of flyer, bottom: https://www.instagram.com/lucaswerner79/
You know what else was dredged? Lake Hodges, Dixon Lake, and that one in Poway.I find myself not checking my notifications until there's at least two or three, because I know that 95% of the time, one of them is going to be Liz dredging the depths of her lake silt brain.
This thread is a goldmine for random.txt.
Someone with more time than me could have some real fun setting up a performance art piece style youtube with bizarre video shit accompanied by text to talk overlays of her insane ramblings.You should see my notepad collection of her best, for later cutting up & recompiling, Naked Lunch-style. At the rate she's going, I should be able to knock out a first draft by the end of the week.
And you just lit your hair on fire by accident lighting a big... blunt. Right? Oops.I'm still continually impressed at how Liz manages to make this thread such a constant rollercoaster. If it isn't accusing us of being yet another person we've never heard of, or showing off a new shamanistic power, it's flipping back and forth between her ratings. Every time she goes from islamic to autistic to dumb to disagree, I feel like I can hear her teeth grinding. Wild.
Yeah... not likely.You should see my notepad collection of her best, for later cutting up & recompiling, Naked Lunch-style. At the rate she's going, I should be able to knock out a first draft by the end of the week.
Why, did you cast a spell? Here's one, before I need to get my own beauty sleep.And you just lit your hair on fire by accident lighting a big... blunt. Right? Oops.![]()
How’s that back of yours after getting cracked out?Why, did you cast a spell? Here's one, before I need to get my own beauty sleep.
Ravioli, ravioli, spaghet water boil for me,
Go and take your farmaco,
For all that's good and holy.
Pop your pills and take a shower
My pasta spell over you has power.
Heed my words upon this hour,
You crazy bint, fuck off.