BigJimsWornOutTires
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Writers like me hold little back. We have no secret agenda. There aren’t any clever schemes hiding in the shadows. But what I do circumscribe isn’t pertinent to what I write. For example. If you wanted to show a friend a Tinder date popping your mom’s wet pussy, would you share a recipe for delicious, cinnamon bread with him, too?
No. You wouldn’t because making a tasty treat has no relevance whatsoever to that nasty, disgusting routine she does with random men.
Anywho, I write as a common man who isn’t rich, famous, or has anything to gain or lose. I am one of an itty-bitty fraction of millions who are honest with my intent.
The writers, producers, and apprentices who are careful of what they type online are dangerous to our children, our families, our government; our nation. But most of all, they are a hostile threat to the future and legacy of America. Not only do they want to destroy it, but they also want to kill themselves in the end with a satisfying grin on their faces.
Sick. I know.
Holding back while being careful of what you type while attacking others who aren’t is the most perverse and demented members of our society. They’re cunning. They’re patient. And they’re manipulative. They come in both genders but three races—white, black, and Jew. These people are the most treacherous to our children, our families, our disabled, our vulnerable; our America.
Everyone pays the Piper
No one escapes this Earth without facing consequences for their actions. And the bigger the lie, the greater the evil, the cleverer they are using others for their bidding, they pay the heftiest price of all. And if they try to escape with a rope around their fucking neck, or a step over the ledge of a high-rise building rooftop, everything they built and inspired is erased from this world. Their inheritance is shamed into the product they accused others of—payment fulfilled.
Facing the consequences will not happen on their schedule. Like a snake sneaking in the garden during a gorgeous, cool day—a great day—the best day ever...
These people, if we can call them that at this point, are products of deceptive families and authoritarian bubbles. They could illustrate a rainbow of wonder. They could appear as a big-nosed tranny looking roastie. Or they could be a literal darkness donned in sheep garb. The bigger the smile they wear, the smarter they see themselves. Catching them is a pickle.
My mission was never Hollywood. It was always you. One life, baby. And this is how I chose to live it. Not by chasing a devil’s contract. Not by living on social media websites, screen-capturing people’s errors and character flaws, then using that for my benefit. But to be here with you all before the aliens arrive to eat every last one of you motherfuckers. Finder’s fee, baby, excludes me from the menu!
My apologies to James Gunn for misjudging his mission.
Dear Hartley Sawyer,
I’m sorry for what they did to you. And Candy is also paying the price. Yes, she was the one who got you blackballed. I’m sorry you trusted the wrong people. Comedians like us are rare nowadays. And we’re public enemy number one because we spit facts and hold little back. We mock everyone. So they hate our fucking guts. They want to be the comics. They want “motherfucker” copyrighted only for their usage. These people are beyond redemption. And I understand today you have to suck off faggots to meet the bills, but at least you’re not living with TDS. From what I heard, every day is a nightmare for them.
No. You wouldn’t because making a tasty treat has no relevance whatsoever to that nasty, disgusting routine she does with random men.
Anywho, I write as a common man who isn’t rich, famous, or has anything to gain or lose. I am one of an itty-bitty fraction of millions who are honest with my intent.
The writers, producers, and apprentices who are careful of what they type online are dangerous to our children, our families, our government; our nation. But most of all, they are a hostile threat to the future and legacy of America. Not only do they want to destroy it, but they also want to kill themselves in the end with a satisfying grin on their faces.
Sick. I know.
Holding back while being careful of what you type while attacking others who aren’t is the most perverse and demented members of our society. They’re cunning. They’re patient. And they’re manipulative. They come in both genders but three races—white, black, and Jew. These people are the most treacherous to our children, our families, our disabled, our vulnerable; our America.
Everyone pays the Piper
No one escapes this Earth without facing consequences for their actions. And the bigger the lie, the greater the evil, the cleverer they are using others for their bidding, they pay the heftiest price of all. And if they try to escape with a rope around their fucking neck, or a step over the ledge of a high-rise building rooftop, everything they built and inspired is erased from this world. Their inheritance is shamed into the product they accused others of—payment fulfilled.
Facing the consequences will not happen on their schedule. Like a snake sneaking in the garden during a gorgeous, cool day—a great day—the best day ever...
These people, if we can call them that at this point, are products of deceptive families and authoritarian bubbles. They could illustrate a rainbow of wonder. They could appear as a big-nosed tranny looking roastie. Or they could be a literal darkness donned in sheep garb. The bigger the smile they wear, the smarter they see themselves. Catching them is a pickle.
My mission was never Hollywood. It was always you. One life, baby. And this is how I chose to live it. Not by chasing a devil’s contract. Not by living on social media websites, screen-capturing people’s errors and character flaws, then using that for my benefit. But to be here with you all before the aliens arrive to eat every last one of you motherfuckers. Finder’s fee, baby, excludes me from the menu!
My apologies to James Gunn for misjudging his mission.
Dear Hartley Sawyer,
I’m sorry for what they did to you. And Candy is also paying the price. Yes, she was the one who got you blackballed. I’m sorry you trusted the wrong people. Comedians like us are rare nowadays. And we’re public enemy number one because we spit facts and hold little back. We mock everyone. So they hate our fucking guts. They want to be the comics. They want “motherfucker” copyrighted only for their usage. These people are beyond redemption. And I understand today you have to suck off faggots to meet the bills, but at least you’re not living with TDS. From what I heard, every day is a nightmare for them.
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and so as the world direction 
