Good Afternoon, DUMBFUCK!

It’s rare to see a guy go 0-for-4 in a single sentence.

But if anyone could do it, DUMBFUCK is the guy twatwaffle for the job.

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

 9:54 PM YESTERDAY:

“Waaaah!  Waaaaah!  Look what a poor victim I am!  Look how meeeeeeaaan to me they are!  Waaaaaah!  Waaaaaahh!

40 MINUTES EARLIER:

   

 

Wait…what?  I thought he already doxed Grace, our San Fancisco hair stylist/fugitive Louisiana midwife or something.  It had to be true because he’s never faildoxed anybody. Just ask John Smith, who sent him a Tub’o’Turds:

 

But seriously, back to last night.

5 minutes after whining about mean people:

   

 

Sure she did.  Still waiting on a cause of death on a notarized death certificate…but we can always speculate…

 
But never mind that now.  We need to finish with last night’s epic hypocrisy.

   
 

What’s the matter, I wonder?  Does DUMBFUCK NOT LIKE THE TASTE OF HIS OWN CEREAL?

  
KA-BOOM!!

I hope that DUMBFUCK remembers during his regular morning F5 RAGEFEST…

 
…that he’s all het up over…a little ole nobody! 

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Say There, DUMBFUCK!

 While John Hoge is off at Field Day 2015 pursuing his hobby, I wonder what DUMBFUCK thinks about when he takes a break from marveling at how obsessed HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGE!!! is with him.

…wait, what?

Gail who? Oh, you mean the Dog Whisperer?  Haven’t seen her in a week or so…why do you ask?

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

  

First of all, Morgana wrote that post.

Second, it was about DUMBFUCK. (Not TO DUMBFUCK, about DUMBFUCK.  There’s a world of difference.  Even DUMBFUCKS know that.)

Now, if an average everyday DUMBFUCK wants to think a post about it is a post about nothing, neither Morgana nor I will stand in the way of a DUMBFUCK calling itself “nothing,” except perhaps to say its self-image may be elevated above reasonable expectations.

It has a tall hill to climb to get to nothing.

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

Just your friendly neighborhood zombie here, to remind you that your beloved wasn’t cold yet before you were raging yet again at HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGE!!! in a podcast because YOU failed to include the proper forms in your request for a continuance.

FACT.

Also to remind you that it was just three days after saying

  
that you were back to the butt stuff:

  
And then…”Don’t make me angry.  You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

 
SMAWFELT SMASH PUNY HOGE!  RAWR! RAWR! RAWR!

  

Because you never were going to do it. You know it. I know it. The American people know it!

You DUMBFUCK. 

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Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

 
Threatened by whom?

A poor, poor, pitiful late stage ELEVENTYFOUR Parkinson’s patient who can’t walk unassisted or go outside when the temperatures dip into the brisk forties, who couldn’t possibly hurt anyone as weak as it is, unless it’s using its magic hand to cripple people it can’t catch as it shuffles along into courtrooms in its rolly-walker at the blistering pace of 10 feet per minute, who could catch a turtle that wasn’t chained down?
What’s a DUMBFUCK gonna do?

Send its sister after me?  

Ain’t it ruff.  Ain’t it tuff.  Ain’t it got the baddest stuff?

Before it calls her out, it should be sure to remind her that my personal two-tiered home security system, which is controlled from a locked box in the bedroom and another in the hall closet, is entirely gender neutral.

And girl braaaaaaaaaaains are tasty.

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Oh, What a Tangled Web We Weave – Part the Second

So, last night, we fisked the shit out of Billy-boy’s non-apology apology to me. I’m sure that you all have seen what we have posted over at Billy Sez about how the corpulent one has doubled down on said non-apology. It’s just truly amazing how he keeps doing the same things over and over and over again, getting the same result, each and every time. It’s as if he thinks he’s the only one in the room with a brain. He’d actually better rethink that train of thought because if he IS the only one in the room with a brain and he’s with the zombie horde…. Well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be a pleasant dinner party for Billy, now would it? Heh!

Anyway…

Continue reading “Oh, What a Tangled Web We Weave – Part the Second”

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What Difference, At This Point, Does it Make?

I’ve been hearing for years now how a certain Texas “grifter,” “conman,” “liar” and “pimp” (“but at least I never called his wife a whore!”) told THREE DIFFERENT STORIES about the stillbirth of his daughter, and how a certain DUMBFUCK’S harassment of him was turned into TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IN FRAUDULENT FUNDRAISING!!

EHRMAGERD11!1!ELEVENTY!1!11ONE1!OMGWTFBBQ?!?!?!?!!!!!!

Three different stories…wow.

That’s, like, a lot.

  1. Scleroderma
  2. Heart failure
  3. Kidney failure
  4. Ovarian cancer
  5. General organ failure
  6. Stage IV stage fright or something
  7. Insertdiseasehereitis 

Dear God, I wonder what it will be tomorrow?

  1. Goose down asphyxiation 
  2. Dehydration
  3. The heartbreak of psoriasis 
  4. Lactose intolerance
  5. Terminal hemorrhoid
  6. Athlete’s foot
  7. Flesh eating bacteria
  8. e. Coli

Right now, I think if I were enumerating a list of differences between a certain DUMBFUCK’S description of the aforementioned Texan and said DUMBFUCK himself, I would say that the separation is illustrated by TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IN FRAUDULENT FUNDRAISING.

…which really just highlights the notion that the DUMBFUCK understands just how unbelievable his lies truly are.

But I’m just a skanky meth-head with dyed hair (And doesn’t that sound just like his description of one of his hapless ex-wives? Gosh someone is such a misogynist at heart. Shame Shame!) who really, really thinks she’s a zombie according to some DUMBFUCK. So weight things accordingly.

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