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11 times, then. 12 if he banged her today.Did anyone do the math yet? This started June 27, he said they do it every 3 days, does that mean he just fucked her again last night? Oh god...
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11 times, then. 12 if he banged her today.Did anyone do the math yet? This started June 27, he said they do it every 3 days, does that mean he just fucked her again last night? Oh god...
He probably didn't expect that Chris would be sending more *somethings* to Barb than to his paying fans. Poor Null.I assume Null will refund the people whose drawings weren't already sent out, as he said on the gofundme. Emergency or no, he guaranteed Chris would send *something* regardless of quality.
According to Chris, every third day starting June 27thWell from the chat it seems like it was several bangs.
"I swear to God, Your Honor, I didn't think she was a day over 78!"Of course some Twitterfag's first priority was to remind us of Chris's pronouns, it's not like fingering your own demented 80 y/o mother calls for our attention more or anything.
With how much traction this story is getting? He'll find out eventually, whether he wants to or not.Knowing how much he has tried to distance himself from Barb and Chris he most likely doesn't Know
Let's hope this doesn't give him any ideas...I think I'll only know how I feel about this when Chibi weighs in.
Sadly the Elder Abuse investigators see disturbing shit like this with enough regularity that this probably isn’t their first time facing such horrors.Imagine being a social service worker in Ruckersville. You wake up, early in the morning, gulp down your coffee quick and drive to your office. As soon as you clock in a call arrives. It's about the weird troon down the street. "Another joker I suppose". Then another, then five, ten more, then dozens, they claim there's a recording. Well, shit time to check it out.
You grab the keys to the car and hop in the driver seat, get to the house and knock. A fat lard with faded blue hair opens, you can see the hoarding in the back, and an old voice asking who's at the door. "Is Barbara Chandler here?" An old lady with her eyes looking like they're about to pop out of their orbits appears in the corridor between two cumstained figurines.
Alright, follow me Mist- Miss Chandler, we've got some questions for you.
Whatever wage they get will never be enough to put up with this shit
I have zero reason to believe otherwise based on what I've read.And you're some kind of magic wizard remote doctor who can telepathically diagnose dementia?