My poor little cancerous Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com. Keep packing on your burnt char flesh. You can keep calling me that long ago man's made up name until your cow of a he/she wife comes back home (bet she's out with Ian) but all you are doing is making my point for me. When that char, or more likely some burning cordite, takes you, your molested son and your weird pedo brother in law to hades below, the then quiet board will be the only soldier killing legacy you will leave on earth. Your grand kid luckily calls a non-molesting man Dad now.
I'm sure when you celebrate Memorial Day by roasting charred slabs of flesh on your grill you think of all those silly soldiers you publicly sent to their burning on your daily lies and weakness. Then, of course, you consume them to honor them. Certainly they died so you could lie and melt daily for 15 years. Certainly they put the free in my free speech poster children and you honor them by spewing out your Ripples daily and endlessly. But my tiny tiny itty bitty little beans still need marinated and your silly self to self chatter is not soothing and comforting them my Johnie Cakes.
Hey Sullied, we thought you were dead. jUST smelling like it? No one mourned. Not even your own mommy. That's still not my name but it's always amusing when you meth chatter up that old made up name any time your Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com ID takes yet another Direct Hit steel toe boot to your very bloody Ripples Club 'chute. Are you about to red up the chart today? Poor loser. Poor poor broke loser. Why did you destroy my free speech campaign with your WWE daily gay slops?
My poor silly Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com! I don't have Ian on your tail. Alumni has him on your tail. He spies on us both. According to my fly on the wall he just laughs at your eternal illusions and all those car posters on your pitiful walls while he works hard to keep your neighbors from lynching you until he gets a trigger command. Only the mentally unbalanced, like you, would keep lathering your illnesses publicly. Smoking more rope while your noose gets tighter? Cool beans. You'll be no loss to the planet.
After all my little Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com's decades of illness projection spew about American oil leakers being better than Japanese Jalopies now he's going to try to say he's saved up enough dime bags to buy one? What next Johnie? Are you going to finally grow up a bit now that you're ancient? Is a daughter snitch going to worry about gas mileage? What happened to your GMC (gay males clunker) truck your were getting? It's good no one believes anything you spew. Any sane idiot would have quit way back when HE started burying weenie 'warriors' but my Johnie Cakes is way too into his daily weenie gobbling to quit.
Poor old toothless Sullied. Can you command yourself to stop going in endless circles and post about anything but you trying to pull all those Ripples Club bears out of your diseased and soiled orifices? Your pathetic WWE proclivities completely destroyed me and my Johnie Cakes Osborne's free speech board war. The very same way those mean Ripples Club bears destroyed your broken old poo box.
I did not intend my failed free speech program to go all Johnie Ripples Club Osborne gay Master Satan. If you spare my soul I will bring you some nice outdated SOL food from these worrisomely vulnerable trucks in my lot. Are you into botulism?
Alumni amuses themselves by posting the truth on my failing Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com and seeing all his many IDs bail and bail those slops. Publicly. Endlessly. Young folks jUST outclass the drop out old losers. I hope my free speech program gone all Johnie Ripples does not blow up in my Fleming Tax Service face and go viral and chalk outlined.
Poor fake bezo bozo. The real Madbezos knew that man's name. The real Madbezos knows my name is Pat Mitchell. Everyone knows I jUST cut and pasted those Stratfor calls for war. Why did you and my Bean Team let those Ripples Club stall doors hit ya where your daddy Satan split ya? Free speech indeed.
Yeah, that Ripples Club security footage probably makes them real proud. My Bean Team's 'pride' is on 247 full public display. I'm jUST hoping this all doesn't blow up in my failing Fleming Tax Service face.
You again Tesla Hag? Who cares. My Team doesn't even like girls. We haven't met one yet we haven't snitched out, made into an old skeleton meth hag, or a dedicated rug swallowing carpet cleaner. Just drive your Tesla S and try to stay off my Fleming Tax Service. You can see by our dumpy San Rafael office that our 3 remaining clients will make us rich. Plus, we can write off my Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com as a total loss. Year in and year out. 15 years now! If that's tax fraud then I don't want to be right.
My poor silly Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com. Why are you wasting your failed miserable life impersonating all your masters and calling out to a poster who never even existed? No one cares about any challenges from a well known daughter snitching board troll Ripples 'gummy bear'. Get a grip loser before one is applied to you. I could have been Board's Best Author until all your Ripples Club cravings took over here.
Instant! And I DO mean Instant Response Direct Hit! Poor old fake sullied. Old fake Sullied, you have totally wrecked me and my old Johnie Cakes Osborne's free speech campaign. Now take some Ajax and a Chore Boy to your stank keyboard, sticky fingers and well destroyed nether regions if you are even going to try to blather your endless useless spamming hate. No one likes you fool. No one.
Where else can old useless men like my Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com brag about getting their Ripples bacon hot still connected to the pig? It's no wonder my crazy old lying board trolls and 'weenie warriors' are dropping like flies from tumors, assaults, suicide, shame, diabetes, tragic melts and those weird Ripples diseases. They have the free speech right to do that you know.
Don't worry my little Johnie Cakes. I'll burn with you and make sure that pounding loofah doesn't fall out of you.
They chortle, snicker, pitter and patter and push their loofahs deeper while their greasy Ripples smear splatters but why aren't my little Bean Team gays ever happy? Why do they jUST take it and take it and take it and take their hades bound slavery and misery for 15 years? Original masters pay fresh new masters to publicly torture. Why shouldn't old miserable board trolls and daughter snitches be miserable? Oh well.
It's an age old adage: He who wins eternally has won eternally. Why does my Bean Team jUMP up and down on their day throbbing loofah of hate while they dream and sing of being fisted and pounded? There is how my free speech campaign went: totally ruined by gay zombies and daughter snitches. Fitting. Fitting. Snug. jUST like that huge throbbing pounding loofah. They crave that. Satan knows.
That's cool. My Bean Team and I earned it. I let my little Johnie Cakes Osborne turn my free speech campaign into a Ripples Club gayapalooza. Do what thou wilt to us is the whole of your law. jUST as do what thou wilt to us was the whole of our Ripples Club treatment of our holes. You can see the daily agony up here of my team. All I ask is that you spare my Fleming Tax Service's books because we're being audited.
In other words: Direct Hit. The living professor has no remorse outing a lying cyber stalking daughter snitching life failure like you my little Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com. When you're in eternal hades, crave those bladder drains from your snitched daughter. All your doing. All your fault. Who wouldn't ride herd on you old pig?
My silly Johnie Cakes Osborne z50com. Your lies get no traction with alumni. Why peddle them constantly? You need to get a paper route and try to feed yourself and what's left of your failed family. How do you stay so poor yet so fat and bloated? Walmart GMOs, Diet Pepsi and swallowed Ripples creme are your only friends? Why lie to yourself daily? Everyone can smell your funeral pyre from way out here old loser. Not long for you now. If you get to hades before me say hi to Sharralynn Rose.