I am indeed the most superior being on this forum. I’d like to say hello to Amanda, Nicole, Garland & Mike. I am eating more delicious food than the foodies are. My feces tastes better than your best creation. Hello fans demand my local broadcast. I am the one and the only the Alpha and the Omega.
I can’t wait until you die ossy, and I know it won’t be too long you lap dog bitch.
And as always fuck you faggots and fat people, fuck that hippie fat vegetarian too.
Nobama 2012 – And Wisco finally crushes faggotry!
I gots a weasel.
Where to start in my former new reemergence I only eclipsed the iceberg of Dingle. Inexplicable factors of change have further molded me into the source of power I am today. I own Real Estate, I own Companies Dingle IS.
Solid as rock after a set pangiac separations forged into platinum. The pussy offerings are stifling and I settle on nothing but choice.
I singly control hundreds now, thousands soon. I am inevitable.05 update: Still vastly better then most of you in nearly every quality…my shit actually smells quite pleasant. Lets seeo4 was interesting, I ate some chocolate with a hunk of plastic in it so then I got free chocolate for bitching. I had sex, I did push-ups, I duno a busy year. Hopefully this year I manage time better and keep trading in my cars and bitches for newer models. Here are some reflections from late December of 2004- So, …I came home and had a bottle of fine cabinet sauvignon a round of Gouda some sharp cheddar some walnuts and clam chowder. I sit at my new desk and laugh that my fine dinner at home cost more then many of my employees make a day - I am not THAT well off it's still a spurge, I won't lie but it feels good to know I can. Where is all this going? Am I asking what will happen to my dashing elegance? Who will rake boognish into my Zen garden when I am gone? No, it's just- I am better then you, I am more capable in nearly every circumstance I continue to network in a feverous fashion and the deals come more easily now and are far more lucrative then the past, I am truly on the road to enjoying a way a life without having to stop and worry what it costs. I am not a millionaire, yet. But I can do what I want when I want if I want I can sip fine wine on my leather couch in the buff in front of open windows in my 167 year old dwelling or I could stick my dick in a pickle jar in my leather appointed SUV. Not that I would put my dick in a pickle jar, but the imagery really made me laugh - what would make a better gift then dick in a jar, ladies could take it out clean the pipes and put it away with out getting cunt slop all over. An interesting diatribe, I used to adorn my halls with all metal and glass and leather furniture, now I have from out of no where adorned my layer with fine rich woods like walnut and cherry and mahogany. Fuck a damn tree. I am six foot two to three and I weigh 185 pounds I am faster and stronger and eat more delicious meals then ever before there are times I could single lift more then now but I am a well enduring beast of burden. When I walk by, without even talking to anyone its obvious that I am cut from finer cloth then others, I walk taller - if you talk to me I am well spoken my teeth are white and my stallion body jumps and ripples with movement. Even at my young emergent level I control lives of 50 people. I have fought and lied been bloody and destitute and I have paid the price… and now I endure off the fruits of others labor. I have some quarks, I only will ware new Nike socks, and I no longer can tolerate used socks I refuse to drink malts anymore and for that matter anything at home but perhaps fine reds, I drink martinis out and about for happy hour but never more then three, accept when I drink four, but then I haven't smoked and I eat a lot of vitamins. Although earnings and recognition are up, I sort of want o move to the hills and make wine and cheese all day despite connections and enticing entrées. Call me crazy but I think I would be content to suck the blood of the vine constipated and happy. Let me close with the fact that I like bitches with little pointy skinny assed high heeled shoes, they make me hot - they look hot- only hot bitches can pull them off- and either they can afford fine things, or they are willing whore to those who cans, and I am comfortable with either of those options,. 11-26 And so, I am not sure when I started my bias unabashed hatred to everyone I don't want to have sex with or gain profit from with, a pity-less hate reserved for nearly everyone and I do my feeble lashing out I drive recklessly and drink to show the world I hate it, I littler with a smirk of mirth I debase everyone around to the best of my ability just because I am able - and personally think its hilarious to do so and seldom hold back, this makes me questionable company. I do hold admirations for things old and institutions reputable, but still question there bases and more or less am a wonton lone reckless wolf You get to the solution quicker with masturbation then courting and niceties, I don't know why I bother relationships degrade to some bizarre masturbation copulation. I worship money the only thing I love more then money is passionate sex, the kind that pushes you back as hard as you push it relentless animalistic compilations gritty and dank messy side splitting ass grabbing sex, NOT loud noisier motion sex with large stretched out twat of slipper mush,. Another thing, I don't think women understand how important their vaginas are, when they are young they don't seem to understand how essential to their happiness it to keep themselves and there vaginas in good conditions a bitch can have anything with a juicy vagina and a pleasant attitude In my grand reemergence: 11-28 In my grand emergence, richness abounds, not income but food and drink - I cant be sure what has hap