Or this fella? Can I use him?
Here’s my point:
I especially like that 10%/1000 maximum word limit on text…
What I learned from this complete idiot is that standards (especially his) are tremendously flexible, even from minute to minute, depending on what he wants to steal or what he wants to protect. Plus everything’s gotta be registered and approved with the right forms and shit like that.
And I have a whole collection of pictures of hospitalized women that aren’t registered either. Might make a nice collage out of those someday.
Like, for instance, this one:
Put it on Twitter, give up control.
Also, those laws DUMBFUCK likes to toss about like a fart in a hurricane? One would think that by this point in its illustrious legal career it would have learned that the law doesn’t mean what it says it means just because it says it does. There are a couple of reasons I generally refer to DUMBFUCK as a DUMBFUCK: first, it simply fits; second it’s just a lot easier than typing adjudicated cyberstalker, adjudicated cyberharasser, subject of multiple peace orders in multiple states, proven liar, whining, humorless dickbag.
…it can always dial WHINE-1-1 for a
I think a DUMBFUCK wouldn’t mind if I rephrase his Tweet a bit more accurately:
This is called “mockery.” R.S. McCain has phrased it “The best way to discredit Bill Schmalfeldt is to quote Bill Schmalfeldt.” This practice gives me “butthurt.” I wish it was against the law in Maryland. And the coffee I spilled is evidence that I need to buy a new suit.
A little DUMBFUCKBIRD told me to expect something in the mail on Monday.
Personally, I think it means someone else. But I do have some questions:
Before it went into the envelope, was it rolled into a ball and well-sniffed? Is it properly packaged? Triple-sealed? Labeled with biohazard stickers?
Or should I just let the folks know to keep their LULZ muscles nice and loose?
You want to know why I’m up here in the “towering heights,” and you’re not? It boils down to three very simple words:
Smarter. Than. You.
To answer your pathetic little question…
I want to stay up here in the towering heights and have FUN watching you dance.
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…
What’s the matter, I wonder? Does DUMBFUCK NOT LIKE THE TASTE OF HIS OWN CEREAL?
I hope that DUMBFUCK remembers during his regular morning F5 RAGEFEST…
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.
Also to remind you that it was just three days after saying
Because you never were going to do it. You know it. I know it. The American people know it!
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.
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!