Tag: Television

Like out jogging or something ouy on the trails…me…

Them:

Bowing over: “how are you this morning, oh good morning, oh good morning”

In a big fucking line….

Must be their last Saturday out before going to jail on Monday with the group on TV.

It’s like this ..I had girlfirends, it didn’t work out.

They all got this fan boy kit like their dressed up like Finding Nemo or someone, then they got all this fucking time for people out of the marriage.

Whoever it is.

Then the kit has the dog, fish tank, etc. dog shit bag etc.

Like they are stuck to all these possessions with some desperate guy following her around picking up dogshit.

Obviously, your houses and car are full of dog hair and dog shit bags.

Shaving their legs must have been a too high requirenent for marrying into the mansion.

I mean, she’d have to do something for him if that happened.

Then when I go out it’s always a big party with bands etc, then I take girls out all the time there.

Like the cool ones who have to go home tomorrow and will go to a concert.

That’s why I’m single, then that romeo guy thinks that’s in his life or something, but it’s really picking up dog shit for a non-4.0 graduate.

Like this fucker pissing me off, thinks he can fucking stare at me over at Gladstone and North.

Like I mean.

Who do I think you are anyway bastard, in some impotent area, Stats Canada spamming me every day until I reply for your fucking travel survey.

Like with your fucking menopause report?

Stare all you want fucking bastard, I’ll the one in the band you’re the impotence people got it fucking cunt.

It’s pathetic….

People downtown etc.

“There ‘s this big fight, you need to put a new story out about outside, we’re all going to lose our jobs…” (talking like they all live together at work.)

Right, just as long as it’s not about money in a relationship or a relationship with no money with a non-functional vagina.

For the no money romance I mean.

You should see the pricks lose here in Halifax.

It’s a bunch of Indian People from some refugee camp and them getting arrested on tv.

It’s that Indecent Proposal cunt from Gladstone and North Street, found out romance still requires a vagina to complete it’s functiom

They all come running out staring, now they all impotent they said.

Got it fucking bastard?

Then they know this page is on IRC at Dal for the whole history of mp3.

All you congested area people there working with them.

That’s why I fucking hate you, you can stick that tag line up under the picture of me your trying to take with you eyes over at North St and Gladstone.

Got it you fucking bastard.

This is the big cock Death Metal band side of town got it flaming bastard.

Get my message fucker.

Impotent women don’t use my stuff if I plan on getting married later.

Got it ya fucking romance.

Now get your loser outta my face.

You and your fucking picture.

I mentioned internet outages, now they are having them all over the place.

I mean, whoever those people are they must be fucking incompitent.

Like Smartphone apps with no code in them.

I can make that, when it opens it’s just a picture of CD with no music in it.

You know what it is?

IRC on Dalnet and Undernet is the actual location of my topics where you only get my opinion.

You should fucking here them down there, from over here I mean.

“At Dal on Undernet on #mp3 and #deathmetal Jason MacKenzie has this big web page…please please Dal Staff can code the local apps for the phone.”

Again, what the fuck are you asking them for.

It’s my fucking page, I’m the seven year graduate you got it you fucking bastard.

All you pricks down there with no education and can’t play harassing chat rooms outside on Undernet.

Then you know what I fucking hate about them the most?

They do all this work with Doctors and math formulas and spent all this money on it.

Now on Google AI that just has all the answers on a table look up sheet and you didn’t even need a calculator.

That place is a fucking waste of money.

I mean the guy bums stuff to meet girls from some guys future wedding suppilies.

Gross.

I mean, then if he’s around here many people are impotent from refugee camps.

Her lack of vagina will have value that day won’t it, to the Indecent Proposal guy…bumming stuff to meet women.

Right, because not if she has no vagina….then money will start to have a value to the quiff…like the material stuff he bummed to meet her was a waste of money because she had no vagina.

My point, guys don’t have impotent women around expensive stuff like album streams if they plan to get married in the future.

Who would just be friends with girls like that, if you plan to get married later your future wife will flip out.

The other guy was a bomb threat at the Halifax Court House Area, then a fugative caught at the Sunnyside Mall near Splash Place from the telephone emergency alert.

Yeah so everyone knows who they are now.

They all work with them joy riding drug people from the India Refugee Camp and at the Homeless Shelter, with the local town staff all live together there with the bus congestion just where they live.

Over here at my house it was bumming stuff from my potetional furture wedding like album streams and stuff.

Vomit.

About “discontinuing the task”.

In the story the Doctor will tell the guy that his behavoir is an illness.

Then he has to stop.

When he continues to harass the rowing lake the Doctor will say he couldn’t “discontinue from the task” then on visual evaluation he will prescribe him strong medication.

Arguing this with the Hospital Nurse’s pill book with get him admitted to hospital.