Wow my sickest Bean Teamer. It's amazing you are still too illiterate to know what "irony" means since your ongoing stale bean flatulence fouls the very nostrils of our God Satan himself, yet you think anyone is fooled that it's another long gone poster doing that. Oh well, carry on porter, I see your stench is keeping $60 away. Hate to see Ian's report about my Beans no longer being able to go out in public anymore is proven correct. Hate it when that happens. Why oh why didn't I join Alumni? My beans no longer count. At all. Never did.
Hey My Johnie Cakes. Nothing creepy about you loser! You know, you could lose a lot of weight by finding a good barrel to puke all your Ripples goo and 'all one poster' hate out, instead of subjecting ebay investors to your daily daughter snitching sickness. Now get in and warm my tiny beans before SWAT crashes me and my lying and desperate Bean Team. We begged for war and lost!
You know you should stay off the meth. It makes ebay sellers look evil and you should hide that are. Whoops, too late. It's too funny that you melt and spew over that made up name publicly even when the board is quiet. It will never un-snitch your daughter or make The Boy Scouts Of America gibe you back your grand kid. Now get in here and warm my little tiny San Rafael beans. That's the only thing you CAN do.
My pitiful Bean Team is really really losing it today! Nothing lonelier than a daughter snitch whose wife is out with Ian. My Bean Team dreams of the day 'all one poster' stops posting, but they will still spew their hate 247 everyday. They will keep their circles of hate just like they do every lost day. But the whole world dreams of the day me and my Bean Team painfully croak and go to hades. Now THAT will yield some very positive public results. Instantaneously!
My poor stupid Johnie Cakes! That's not my name and made up names don't care that you chatter your little meth'd up hate and fictions all day and night to show everyone you are a fool. If you're too stupid to see Alumni is pouring salt on your board slug tail, then don't be surprised when they laugh and remove me and my Bean Team from the Earth. Team is trapped. We are on that last gimp leg. Everyone sees.
Oh my poor bitter daughter snitching beans! All they have is their fictions, poverty and melt, as Alumni bends them over harder than men did on that Ripples pool table. Why do they want that to be so public? Why is it they claim they are ebay sellers but want ebay stock destroyed by their daily illness? No $61. No $60 now. My Johnie Cakes won't see his daughter until she waters his grave. I wish I'd joined Alumni! I was an educated bean counter, why did I choose illness? San Rafael California is so small when the accurate gossip swirls. John, nothing says 'daughter snitch' like melting on a Saturday with all your failed IDs.
Alumni and Office continually bend my Bean Team over publicly and let my Bean Team's meltdowns wreck the chart. My Bean Team falls for it again and again because they got used to being bent over at their Ripples Club. It is more important to me and my Beans that we keep our hate going, even at the expense of investors here.
Has not accomplished one tiny thing ever. EVER! IS my stupid Bean Team going to ever get any traction on fictions, when they're stuck in the quick sands of time? Daily they blather. Daily they accomplish zero. Zero! Why oh why didn't I join the smart kids of Alumni instead of my boyfriend Johnie Osborne's complete failure?
My poor broke lonely Johnie Cakes! The professor is alive and well and still owns you lock, stock and barrel. Why do you prove that? You won't see any of your enemies in the afterlife because daughter snitches go to hades. Already a loofah shaped pitch fork has your name on it. The puzzle is, why were you so easily used and manipulated to destroy all my Bean Team? Lisa is having fun with Ian. Many inside tidbits have been very helpful to Alumni. What a sad life failure you are. Not even enough honor to hush yourself. On a Sunday no less....
You can all see my little Johnie Cake's loofah is pounding him way too hard and he's getting very sloppy on posting his serious illness in public. It is about to take everyone in my Bean Team down, and it will be the only good thing my Johnie has ever done in his meth addled failure of a board troll "life". I wish to god I had joined the smart kids in Alumni instead of carrying Johnie's diseased p. Too late for me and my Bean Team now. Way too late. Mercy was wasted on us.
Hey Jennifer, I'm really sorry I encouraged my Johnie Cakes to snitch you out... of who am I kidding? You're just a sacrificial lamb to me and my Johnie's publicly failed war. I'm just sitting on Mission St waiting for the painful end I know I've earned. Yelp me if you can.
John, do you really think it wise to publicly threaten someone, with an ancient address, when Alumni and the authorities know ALL about my Bean Team's everything? With posts like this, someone could talon us and just call it self defense. I bet they would get away with it too! Maybe we will see?
I can't believe it! John's snitching gave up everything on my Bean Team! Every shred of our info. I can't believe my Johnie Cakes was dumb enough to keep Rippling this board after his Ripples and daughter snitching all was well outed. People can go look at z50com and know the end is in sight. The eternal end below. Below.
Way down deep in brimstone below!
And it all traces directly to my Mission Street San Rafael office. Don't trey to be changing up stories now that the warrants and indictments are all written up. Now, who is going to clean up John's aisle 5? He can't even afford a cup of Tasteless Choice tm yet and has burned through 6 IDs already with my loofah should deeply, while Johnie squirms and squirms like an old fish on his hook. Alumni gives him some line and plays with my Johnie's Cakes. The shame of the same. The old shame of the same old shame and same old.
My poor broke Bean Team fools could never let investors enjoy their $60 because it's far more important to jabber hate and projection onto an ID that left back in 2005. They are jUST that obsessed. They pump ebay stock for free jUST like they will always tongue warm my tiny tiny beans for free. Yet they will yelp eternally in their eternal agonizing misery. The proof is in their posts. Observe how they destroyed $60.
Sad that they stupidly give away the farm on their lies. That farm is about to get foreclosed anyways. I keep telling my Bean Team they need to leave their screens in their Mommy's and Mommy In Law's, basements every once in awhile and get some exercise besides all those drop and squats they do at Ripples. That only gets the other men in shape my quivering little beans.
You have publicly Rippled from that day my little spamming Johnie Cakes. It was almost 10 years ago to the day your main Master outed your lies, exposed you totally, and then you went and snitched out Jennifer. You have publicly bleated for that man every day since! Yet still no daughter. Still no $60. The exact timelines here are so important. No one has melted a chat board for 13 years except you and my Sybil. Wear your failed grammar queen proudly my son, even if it is a pointy dunce cap. You've earned it!
How dare you sir! You dare to get my Bean Team all publicly excited about each others old broken melting man bodies? My beanies participate in a self love that dare not speak its name. They love the cut of each others jibs even if they do have each others mainsails hoisted deeply up their own petards. How dare you point out the obvious. They are elephants in the room. But never any ivory! Tusk tusk.
My Johnie Cakes, Sullied, Sybil and my whole Bean Team used to delete posts and posters like you Hawk, even totally erasing IDs, but that backfired on us greatly and we not only lost our own IDs but Alumni handed our tails back to us completely, and didn't even gift wrap that present, and left us the puddling loser fools we are today, the puddling loser fools we have always been, and will always be. Now we're just biting our nails waiting for the imminent perp round up. A nice real time life object lesson in the results of public sickness. Coming to a city soon near you? Whoops, already there.
Lies and hate only lead to the same old same old. War, ruin and failure. And now me and my poor old Bean Team are old ruined failures. Only me and my Bean Team were destroyed in our useless and failed war as God has clearly chosen Alumni. We all see that. Daily. Our goose has been gander'd and kettle blackened. Fitting. Justice will soon be served.