I will say it now: I cannot wait for this asshole to die. His casket will float to the surface of whatever golf course his wife decides to bury him in, the ground will be so soaked with urine. And then we can drag it into the street to be set on fire before shooting what’s left of him into deepest space with a warning note in all the languages of the world and some digital space language we can invent, that whoever finds it should do the same, and then whatever asteroid it lands on should be targeted by a nuke and blasted into so many shards that not one shred of his DNA should remain.
C'mon, hypocrites. Look how detailed that is. Obviously a clear & present danger. Pick up the 'phone & make the call. I'm waiting.
You know Ratty, if I'm the only person who's been on the receiving end of your vigilance & informing activities, it could indicate some sort of prejudice. You should be on the 'phone to the heat every day telling them who needs to be taught a lesson; if you aren't & it's only me you've targeted, that's not at all good for your defense. In the meantime, stay the fuck out of my business, you busy-bodied creep.
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