Whackstar is enraged, lololol!!!
Yeah, and I'd recommend someone not lighting up my whole life with psychotronic attacks for 5 months–but we live in the world that we do live in, we don't live in the world that we wish we could live in.
I actually thought I'd be done with this kind of thing by September. Imagine my surprise to find myself here still battling skin-job terminators and protecting the life of Sarah Connor. Metaphorically speaking, that is.
Anyway here it is December. 2020 is obviously going out with the biggest bang imaginable. I told you: I am here to help.
Now. Who else has been calling Grapefruit a whore? I need a list. I need names. Even I don't get to call her a whore. For one thing, it's not a very funny joke, and for another: she's not a whore.
She pays me. Not that that's any business of yours. GET ME NAMES. You people have no idea how pissed off she is right now. Apparently I was supposed to intimidate you all from calling her names, like how it was for her in college. Or something.
Not going to lie, I'm pretty hazy on some details at this point. What do any of you care right now anyway? JOE BIDEN IS WEARING AN ANKLE BOOT. None of you are turning this smile upside down over here, If you think beating up on a girl is going to make me feel sad, you're right, because I know in my heart that if she starts killing people, I wouldn't lift a finger to stop her.
It's not company policy. It's because she has the right. I would miss a couple of you folks–really I would. Let's hope it doesn't get that far; though to be quite extremely frank and honest, I don't know how much farther past a person can get beyond "supermegacriticalsuperfly TNT" before we're talking about an actual supernatural thing.
So. Don't cry for me, Argentina. The truth is I barely notice BellGab anymore–seems like you've lost whatever edge you thought you had.
I hope I'm wrong. Okay, time to masturbate to crush videos while pumping PCP up my anus. Cya!