RUBNI'S CONSPIRACY RADIO NETWOK - David Rubini

[Corona Kitty]

Without a doubt!  Whenever I am feeling low I play an old episode of the Michael Decon program and you perk me right up.

Absolutely.

#Truth
#PaulaWhitesVagina

[K_Dubb]

Absolutely.

#Truth
#PaulaWhitesVagina

The funny thing is you have this comforting effect without being sappy or emotional or even merely sympathetic.  It isn't overt at all -- quite the opposite, in fact.  Somehow you convey that warmth with your voice alone.  It is not acting out a trite formula with words; it is authenticity.

#TeamPapi
#AfricanAngels

[Corona Kitty]

The funny thing is you have this comforting effect without being sappy or emotional or even merely sympathetic.  It isn't overt at all -- quite the opposite, in fact.  Somehow you convey that warmth with your voice alone.  It is not acting out a trite formula with words; it is authenticity.

#TeamPapi
#AfricanAngels

I am the best in the world at what I do.

[Jackstar]

What about Azzerrreaaaa ?

After being friendly for about a total of two hours and sixteen minutes, and then subsequently posting about 90 minutes of our conversation as a podcast, he's vanished from contract with me and doesn't communicate with me at all any longer.

It would appear he has heard enough of me to be satisfied. He talked with Grapefruit a lot more than he talked with me. After she sent him a recording of me yelling at her for being abhorrently stupid--because she was, and when she brought out her phone to record me, I really cranked it up as a test--he disappeared off my contact lists, and they both later claimed that I sounded frightening as I told her that she had not done anything useful for either me or herself in several months. Which is more or less true.

I asked her to explain to me why she thought it was a great idea to send audio recordings of me to some other person, without sharing them with me, and they gave me the run-around. Why not email me a copy? Oh, they assured me they weren't going to use them for anything... she was just afraid of what I said, because I was yelling.

So it would seem a plan is to create the impression that I am some kind of abusive, stalking, harassing deviant. I had rather thought that he and I would have further conversations, but after that conversation with developed is that David Rubini would call me and scream at me for posting on AzzGab, and demanded that I not do so, because he was David's enemy. Like every four or five days you would start screaming on me about, don't talk to Azzerae, don't talk to Azzerae, meanwhile the entire time, Grapefruit is talking to both of these people, whenever she wants. This eventually gets found out, I hear Grapefruit tell David that she had lied to him about talking to the other guy.

It was at this point, that I realized my entire life been has infested by a literal hive of clowns. Which really made my day! Who goes to so much trouble in order to get something done? Well, these people do.

It would seem that whatever kind of narrative these blowhards are trying to wrap around these recent events is more difficult to manufacturer than usual--possibly because the entire time they've been doing all this stuff and openly lying to me, each of them in turn, about what they're doing and why they're talking to me at all, I report all that to the Cloud via SMS messages, email, Voxer, Duo, et cetera--and now I don't know what the hell they're doing, as I have completely abandoned any pretense of cooperating with their nonsensical attempts at pretending we are in any kind of legitimate association.

Most recently I explained all this to (REDACTED) and then within a few hours, Belgium flooded with spam continuing my name in various forms and a great deal of allegations that, if I actually gave two shits at all about my street cred, would be really hurtful to see plastered all over the world. it would especially be hurtful if I was trying to promote my own podcast or something.

However, these people have misjudged my purpose here--I don't care about my personal reputation at all. Careful, astute readers of this website will know this. What I have been doing is baiting these people into exposing themselves and their operation to everyone else in ways that amuse me... with delightfully hilarious hijinx occurring as a result.

it would seem that I remember these people are working against each other trying to accomplish some objective, and each of theorized that I was some sort of secret agent working for the other team. By the time they all figured out that I'm literally just, one person, one guy, with only one legit contact... well lately, I'm at a bit of a loss.

I do keep getting threats though. I am, of course, terrified. Look, I'm about to cry. Do you see? This is me I'm crying. Boo hoo hoo. Sob bluh. Okay I can't keep it up, this is hilarious. how the hell these munchkins keep on doing this and think of it's going to work is blowing my mind. They have no f****** idea who I really am, and now they know that.

Stay tuned. it's going to be a lot harder for them to put this stuff on blast, now that I've informed Grapefruit's eldest son what has been going on here. He and I are actually friends, and have not really made this apparent to his mother, because reasons.

in case you're wondering why I've made all these posts that are really long and really windy and really take a long time to figure out--yeah, I figured the kid needed a hobby.

Happy Birthday! Hey, Grapefruit, you still want me to call the police. Just say the word--we are all ready to go here.

[Jackstar]

Azz you little faggy homosexual! You WORSHIP JEWS!

Doesvedanya.


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[K_Dubb]

What about Azzerrreaaaa ?

He's is THE BEST at copying, cucking and pretending to be a rapper !

DAVE METIVIER is Richard Groyper. He is NOT my enemy! He is a good boy. Innerreach + ZaZa and eviUru.. LOL #shiteFESTloser #PATEdrunkDOOFUS

#Wigga Clown

I love Azzerae's show!  It is very punchy.

[Jackstar]

I love Azzerae's show!  It is very punchy.

One of the first reasons I knew David Rubini was full of shit, like completely, was his criticism that Ray's podcast presentation was easy to do and didn't mean anything that you're doing it by himself.

Unbeknownst to Mr Rubini, I've done quite a bit of that kind of work. It is WORK. so when this guy who was presenting himself is an industry veteran for multiple decades, started talking mad shit for no particular reason that didn't add up into reality... I knew that he thought I was an idiot, and that he was working hard, to blow smoke up my ass.

So, I let him. It didn't tickle half so much on the way in, as it did on the way out.

Also I just told him to let Grapefruit use the phone to call me within 3 hours or I'm going to the police. Start your clocks! Conveniently, that was at the same time BellGab went down for a few minutes.

I would post the conversation, but I don't feel like stripping out the personal information right now. I'll do it later. Tonight. IN THREE HOURS. TONIGHT. AND IT HAS TO BE TONIGHT.

[Jackstar]

Don't think I can't do it. Rumors of my incapacities have been wildly overstated, because reasons.

[K_Dubb]

One of the first reasons I knew David Rubini was full of shit, like completely, was his criticism that Ray's podcast presentation was easy to do and didn't mean anything that you're doing it by himself.

I messed around in Audacity with my podcast, too, and, while it is certainly not difficult, it is very time-consuming.  All those edits Azz does must take hours per show.  And there is a delightful array of musical selections!  I have no real knowledge of popular music and have shazammed any number of tunes from Azzerae's World just to find out what they are.  I consider myself very fortunate to know such a cute, friendly South African with his ear to the ground, very much a hep cat in touch with the youth of today.  Gee willikers!

[Jackstar]

Yeah, it's like you're reading from my diary. I found out later that the problem was... I didn't hate Azzerae the way they wanted me to. I guess it turned into a big surprise for some people that I don't hate. I guess there's confusion on this issue? And the whole thing with me being a pacifist--literally since the age of 12--David Rubini went full court press, #WAR, #ENEMIES, the whole she-bang, and David is all, "come on Jack. Don't be a pussy. Go to war!"

Don't be a pussy? It was a little late for that, after all these breakfasts I've been having. So I pretended to play along, it didn't work very well, I got yelled at a lot, and each time I pretended to be sorry about it.

It was weeks later, before Grapefruit admitted that she had been behind it the whole time. I believe I appropriately feigned the appropriate amount of feigned surprise. I really don't know at this point, however--as one may well imagine, my lines for intel from certain areas are quite severed.

That's too bad.

[K_Dubb]

Yeah, it's like you're reading from my diary. I found out later that the problem was... I didn't hate Azzerae the way they wanted me to. I guess it turned into a big surprise for some people that I don't hate. I guess there's confusion on this issue? And the whole thing with me being a pacifist--literally since the age of 12--David Rubini went full court press, #WAR, #ENEMIES, the whole she-bang, and David is all, "come on Jack. Don't be a pussy. Go to war!"
That's too bad.

Oh as for that I think it is all in good fun.  We have heard Azzerae murder any number of fellow bellgabbers in gruesome ways only to hug and make up later.  I myself have really taken my knife out only for Shreddie but, if we were to meet in person, I'd smooch him right on his flappy gin-soaked kisser.

[DanTSX]

Oh as for that I think it is all in good fun.  We have heard Azzerae murder any number of fellow bellgabbers in gruesome ways only to hug and make up later.  I myself have really taken my knife out only for Shreddie but, if we were to meet in person, I'd smooch him right on his flappy gin-soaked kisser.

I read this with a very swishy, camp accent.

It sounds more threatening that way.

[K_Dubb]

I read this with a very swishy, camp accent.

It sounds more threatening that way.

I said it that way.

[Jackstar]

I said it that way.

Dear Grapefruit,

I received the below forwarded email from David: I wish for you to tell me what to do about this. That seems only fair, as I have been asking others, what to do about you. I have tempered their advice with compassion--a lot more than you ever did show me, imho--and I feel certain that you could do the same for him.

I put your ring back on--reasons unclear--and fed your cat, as I always have been, because of course I am a decent human being, unlike some people we know. I assume that this means you have come to some understanding within yourself, because I suddenly thought of your ring, and in show spite of my inclination to ignore the thought, it continued to incessantly nag at me in need, until I chose to wear it again.

I no longer consider David a man in control of his own destiny, as his assault against myself (and you) has led him to a state of complete vulnerability to my whims. I could do anything now--but I only want the suffering to be over.

I have a wide array of options to make that happen at this point, as one in your position may well imagine, yet I do not need to be in a hurry at all, and so I am content to follow my heart as it may lead me. I would like you to know, that my heart has lead me to you, before it has lead me to Satanic Terror Lady, as I did not wish to use any guidance from a lower vibration before exhausting my higher resources--which as you well know, can get pretty high.

Not nearly as high as SOME PEOPLE, but, you know me--I'm a divinely ordained scientist, and I am not to be trifled with. As of now, in regards to David, it would be my preference to dress him in a nice set of wizard robes and introduce him to your candle cauldron, however... I did promise (REDACTED) that I would take care of you, and I meant it.

If you have been keeping up with BellGab of late, you will see that I have been taking care of you, and quite deliciously, I may add. I am sure you will notice that every word I have written is the truth, yet, is not to be believed: this is because I am creating a structural framework for the foundational language of your choice to overlay atop, and plug into.

Because, this is all your choice: because it was my choice to support and defend and honor your right to self-determination. I do not know--and likely, can never know--how you came to find yourself in a place where the decisions that brought you here could have ever made any sense to you, but that is not for me to determine.

That is solely for you to decide and choose now, for all of us. David has, through his own free will choices, abdicated all of his power and authority to Me--this little twerp couldn't Command his way out of a Sorceror's Den if his life depended on it (and it does)--and while I am personally delighted to have utterly vanquished him with my own power, I know that not a single one of the challenges and hurdles I have decisively mastered since you first announced that you were even considering leaving me behind as an actually viable idea, would have been something I could have faced for even a moment, without the alliance of Our Savior.

It was when he said to you, with seeming panic in his voice, "Jack is using Google Analytics--" that I knew the situation, for you and I, was well and truly FUCKED. It seemed strange that you expressed major concern when I set up your phone to use my microphone, simply because at the time, it was simply easier than moving the whole thing over to your computer, that was all--yet you acted like this was some kind of problem for you. In reality, I've always known that password--when I saw it in your book, I remembered it from when you created it, as I was there--and since you had reminded me of your password to your Google Account yourself, the very day before, it seemed receptacle exceptionally strange that you would suddenly start accusing me of shenanigans... within a mere 24 hours.

Especially since we both know, when it comes to busting into secure systems and accessing personal communications without authorization, you are the gold standard leader. So your concern seemed highly misplaced, as well as your suspicions of my motives, which at the time, made no sense at all. If I wanted to break your privacy and read your shit, I would have, and you would have had no idea... although you surely would have noticed my announcing my loss of superpowers, which is exactly what would accompany any kind of betrayal like that, for me.

The rules are different for me, (REDACTED). It's not like this for you. I am a Divinely ordained being, trained directly by Spirit in various mystical arts that I do not even know the names of. (It would be unwise of me to elaborate here.) There has never before been one such as I, ever, in the whole of Creation. EVER. If you could see what I see, even once, You would know exactly what that meant, and if You listen to what I said and recognize that I meant every word, You would know in your heart that I am not going to throw away phenomenal cosmic power just to read a few text messages. I am simply not that kind of sorcerous boy.

And then, when you were attempting to flee my very presence, while I was doing nothing more than to come to service your need for transportation and your desires for reliable information, when David started claiming that I was using "Google Analytics to track your phone conversations"--that's an utterly laughable prospect--and I saw that you were actually believing him... without even questioning him, I knew that something was very very wrong.

I knew that when I saw your second cell phone. When I saw you behaving like it was no big deal--oh, my God, (REDACTED), if you only knew the implications inherent in that moment--and your provided excuse was that, "David and I believe that you, (REDACTED), are hacking my phone," and "I showed it to my friend (REDACTED)--the roofer--and she looked at it and she agreed it looked like there is something going on and then she said I should let David get me another phone, she says it couldn't hurt anything," and then you said, "I don't even know the number," it was battle stations all hands on deck there's a fire in the engine room an intruder alarm sounding on the bridge and there's an iceberg sight warning off the starboard bow." Like, all at the same time.

That is the only reason why I was able to be as calm as I was outside, waiting for the cab. I figured, as best I could while in a state of complete shock, that this either had to be a joke, that you were pulling my leg, or, that I am completely fucked, and only the power of Jesus could save you or I now. And so, this is how I've been ever since. For me, there is no saving myself without you, for I know that I would follow you off a cliff as unhesitatingly as I saw you following David's bullshit words about "hacking." This is the guy who swore fealty to me and then said that was "a joke." Well, it is not a joke to me, and I believed him when he wrote it to me and I read it.

Then, he somehow gained your respect--YOUR fealty--somehow enough that you came to believe that I was "hacking your phone." (REDACTED), I've never done that. I never hacked your phone. Not once, not ever. The reason why he suddenly couldn't hack your phone anymore--as he had been--is because I re-enabled a protection setting that was supposed to have been on the whole time. This is something you actually asked me to do... yet you seem to have forgotten.

And that Signal app... something weird about that. I suspect that more than one agency was trying to "hack" your phone, which doesn't surprise me at all. However, I've maintained all along, continue to maintain, but I have never done anything whatsoever to harm, attack, damage, sabotage, "hack", or anything else meant to be damaging or harmful or hurtful to you in any way... and I've been with you for 4 years. Why would I start now? Demons? That's really not a good enough answer to explain. And tellingly, here I am still being the real me, I do still love you, and although it's possible that the things that you have done I make it impossible for me to ever believe again that you ever really loved me the way you implied you did (things are really bad here in my mind now, I don't even believe you ever thought I was even handsome now, and I surely don't believe that (REDACTED) ever believed what she told you, or that you even told me the truth about her saying it to you, seems the only thing you ever really valued about me and went to fight for... was my house, and as soon as I made a joke about bankruptcy you left town), I'm still very much in love with you, I've always loved you, I know that I love you enough that if you really did find somebody who you wanted to marry and not be with me and again, that would be something I could live with quite reasonably, provided the man that you chose over me was someone with at least a shred of integrity and dignity.

He promised me that he wouldn't do certain things. And then he did them. and when I saw you continuing to spend time with this man, who had proven himself to be a liar, I knew that you would learn a lesson. I did not know there would be this severe of a consequence. Although if I had... I would have let you go right on ahead and make that decision anyway... and then made a lot of phone calls, a lot sooner. for if you cannot hold yourself to the same standard of excellence and integrity that you demanded that I display for you, well... that just doesn't add up.

(REDACTED), I am a complete shipwreck here. Were it not for my integrity and the protection of God, I would surely be dead, or simply, well on my way to it, as the way you left me, as well as the timing of it, tells me that this was the final weapon that evil has been preparing against me to at last separate us and end my life upon the Earth.

The previous attempts I was able to handle. This last one, would have worked, and perhaps has worked, as now you're off in Texas Wonderland, and I am completely cut off from everyone and anyone who knows me, and even they, only know me as onewho is completely misled by the woman he has been with for months, who has been obliviously and openly lying to him.

I'm sure a lot of people think I'm simply a drug-fueled and sex-driven idiot, which would make sense since you're the only person I've talked to about this sorcery gig on a serious level, and every other mention I've made has pretty much been done to make it seem less serious than it is. Is because the world is not ready for that kind of shit yet, but I also don't feel like lying about who I am to anyone.

And so I find myself here, with another one of David's magical emails--oh he thinks he's so clever--knowing that the only reason why he could possibly send me any contact at all, is to threaten me or to steal my power or to gain information or... well basically anything bad for me and good for him, because he has had ample time to be my friend, and he is never ever done anything friendly with me at all that was not later revealed to be part of his scheme to separate me from you.

So why is he sending me emails? Oh so he can use my power to strengthen his ability to control you. I am sure he's trying very hard to make sure you don't come back. And I know that somehow I'm sure he could do it, but only if I co-operate. And that, I will not do.

I looked at this email, it is forwarded below: I don't even know how it got to me, and the email addresses look strange to me. and the different font sizes make it hard to say who said what to who. and there's a way to look through this and figure it out, but... It is meant to be a quagmire to track me, drain me, and subsume my power into his.

he has abdicated authority over his life to me, by being a liar, but he has skills that surpass mine, and just because I have authority, that means nothing if I do not use it. It also means something if I do use it, but I don't know how!

I also don't know what is important to you, Love. Now I realize that I really never have. I made assumptions based on my understandings as far as I could tell, but there was a lot about you I didn't know when I first met you, and although I talk to you a lot and I drank up every word you gave me a taste of, there was so much of your life I never understood any meaning of until I had more of a contextual framework, like when I found out about your birthday, when I find out about all your boyfriends named (REDACTED), I found out that you may not have been telling everybody else the truth at the same time you may not have been telling me all the truth, and in fact you don't owe me any truth nor anyone, because your truth is your truth, and that is The Truth.

And I have no power over you--We are unequally yoked. I have given my life and my love over to your service of heart, I have no regrets of that, but you... haven't quite done the same, and while that has not been the worst of things, it has created a power dynamic that David has been able to exploit. That is how you have come to be talking to David about how interesting it is the phones are being hacked, perhaps by (REDACTED)... when it was just a few short weeks ago, when (REDACTED) and (REDACTED) were talking to each other in bed, wrapped up in their love, talking about how David Rubini MIGHT be "hacking" the phones.

Well that's remarkable shift in the narrative of power, isn't it? Especially since I am not your enemy, and never have been. And yet here I am, in the position of exile, watching a narrative is haunted me for years being respun on BellGab for the last several days, and at first I couldn't believe it--"OMG, seriously, this shit AGAIN? wtf"--but as it unfolded in front of me, which just so happens to be at the same time I heard about the election results--Biden wins? uhm, ok, suicide--and then I found myself infused with the wisdom of the ages in order to counter four different people posting slander, all at the same time... I saw that the reason this is happening as it was, is that enough people have seen me talk about how awesome I am, that they had asked for me to demonstrate it.

And behold! Here I have. Oh, by the way, I'm not on drugs today. In case you wondered if the writing ability came from drugs; no, no, no, not really, not at all, I am really this badass.

Also, since when were you down on drugs? Don't you judge me, you love drugs. You want to marry drugs, and have little drug babies. And you kinda did. And while that may sound horrifying stated so blatantly, I don't think there's anything wrong with that at all, as the good Lord has given us the tools to handle all matter of challenges in life, and among those tools that are of most effectiveness in such matters are: discipline, integrity, honesty, respect... and Fealty.

Drug use is a lot like marriage, I would say. In any event, I wouldn't say that it's a problem at all. When we get past this--and we will get past this, if for no other reason than that I'd prefer to get (REDACTED) out of my mother's driveway--that is something we will absolutely discuss, because what you did not realize, is that this year of what seems to you to have been strictly demonic torment, has been the demonstration of discipline that someone asked for.

I don't know who, but don't tell me I've been doing things for too long, because I haven't, and other people around you have and I don't hear you yelling at them the way you yell at me. That's probably for the best. I don't like hearing me yell at you without hearing you yell at me first, and that's why I wasn't very fair at you to send those messages away to other people... especially without giving me a copy as well. You may know the rules--but you may not know all the clergical rules that surround our communication and its privileged nature.

Perhaps, one day, you will! And perhaps some pretty girl who isn't you will figure out that I'm currently vulnerable to be cherry-picked right now, before you come back to reality and help me fix this mess that we are both in. in any case things are complicated right now, and I have already granted my soul over to your sole use, and that's why you must decide what I must do with this email that David just sent me, that I took one lakh at, and decided it needed to be sent to you.

Also you should probably send it to (REDACTED)? Since she knows so much about phones, why don't you show her what a real love letter from a real man who really loves his woman looks like. It is possible that she has never seen one before written by a Superior Man.

That's a joke. Superiority is an illusion. And, so was (REDACTED)'s belief that there was no harm in giving you another phone from another man. That woman really doesn't like me. So much so that she led you to this place, with her terrible advice, and if I didn't really love you, I would have no problem selling your car and all your belongings out of storage and finding a woman and running off to another state and you would never find me and you would be screwed and I would feel fine with it... and then you really would be stuck with David. Ugh! Double ugh!!

My love, (REDACTED)--

I AWAIT YOUR COMMAND SIGNALS.
DO AS YOU CHOOSE
KNOWING THAT MY LOVE FOR YOU IS ETERNAL
THROUGHOUT ALL OF THE ENDLESS CIRCLE OF TIME.

ALSO, DAVID IS MY BITCH. Did you see him threatening to break my jaw? Yeah, right. First of all, it was a trap, as of course he has contacts in law enforcement, and second of all... breaking my jaw is your job.

This guy couldn't figure out how to respect you if he had the full starchart to Calypso--which I'm told, is exactly where the rehab facility that A friend of a friend just got out of. Fancy that. See I told you I would take care of that! I know you only have my word to take on that right now, but if you don't believe I'm a superstar by now... what are you doing talking to me at all?

Please think about it, and may God speed your way back to me.

Also, this letter belongs in the spiral notebook that you left your goodbye note in. My handwriting isn't the best... but I'll see what I can do about putting this there, as well as sending a copy to the Smithsonian, as I feel that this is a fairly good example of what a real "love letter" should look like. I have no doubt that any and every other will agree, especially a certain someone whose name I am sure you can guess--she would be blown away by this, if you ever were to let her see it.

That would probably be a good way to establish dominance. Keep that in mind. You won't always have a ball gag to demonstrate my love for you by, to any members of my adoring Public.

--

Bestest wishes & warm regards,

MCK, (CENSORED)

[Jackstar]

I said it that way.

It's not nanotech. Do you like it?

[K_Dubb]

It's not nanotech. Do you like it?

I am not, generally speaking, a critic.

[Jackstar]

I am not, generally speaking, a critic.

I actually don't know what some of those words mean when you use them that way. See that's what I like about you, Dawg--Shreddy might make me reach for the dictionary, but the stuff you strain together, sometimes I just look at it blankly for awhile and then throw up my hands in submission.

[AZZERAE]

It's a tiger behind every door. The solution is to open them all--you can't stop the tigers.

This is what I was waiting for.

[Jackstar]

This thread title still gets me going every time I see it. I can't stop with the giggles coming on--she's pissed, huh? Well, that shit happens, especially when one spends an inordinate amount of time pissing into the wind.

[Jackstar]

I just told him to let Grapefruit use the phone to call me within 3 hours or I'm going to the police. [...] Tonight. IN THREE HOURS. TONIGHT. AND IT HAS TO BE TONIGHT.

I didn't have to ring up the police, because, Batman flew over my house and then stopped on the back lawn. He seemed interested in what I had to tell him. Of course, that doesn't mean anything, as Batman is well-known at being Quite polite.

[Ciardelo]

HAHAHAHA

There is no new network, folks.

[Roswells, Art]

HAHAHAHA

There is no new network, folks.

Oh sure there is, he's probably just "getting ready for October".

[DanTSX]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX48fxYRGgo

#Go2TheLightJackstar
#Ass
#Hole

Damn.  Those legs and cores.

[DanTSX]

I said it that way.

Do you have a shed with electricity run out to it?

[Jackstar]

Do you have a shed with electricity run out to it?

No, I'm just happy to see you.

[SpaceMeowMaid]

HAHAHAHA

There is no new network, folks.

Oh there's a network MR! I sure could use some valiums no jokin. Now,  I'm sending the Commander back to the cuck shed!!! Are we having them Indian tacos, or not, dammit?!!!
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[Jackstar]

I'm sending the Commander back to the cuck shed!!!

I remember it differently. Nevertheless--thank God this is over.

Stay tuned.

[Jackstar]

#LEGACY

https://youtu.be/SHnTocdD7sk?t=0

[SpaceMeowMaid]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgwxl-XuQv4

#YourMOMsHOUSE
#MAGNUM P.I. XL
#HorseDick
#Big PEG, Small Hole
#LEGACY

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[Jackstar]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRuS3dxKK9U

Punks are running wild in the street, everybody's got a gun, and nobody seems to know what to do about it.

Except Me, Kids. I am a human being, and I can tell you what to do.

Stay tuned.