Me thinks someone has either had bad experiences with drugs or with people on drugs. Not all drugs are created equal. Just sayin'.
Hundreds of Witches Just Hexed Stanford Rapist Brock Turner
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Your entire argument rests on TV long past prime. I have no idea what yer on about, Ludblow but the century has been kind to you. So I remain attentive certain that your sence will become apparent anon.
Deluded pasrt redemption? I don't know, I only sence the unreasolved in you. It might be heartburn, if it is, smoke some pot.
My buddy, who's like, my main home boy and that, he says the world is gonna end when a bunch of different groups get together, and like, cast spells, and stuff on each other!
Slade, that's my buddy's name, well, it's not his real name or anything, but his parents were hippies, and they, like, they named him when he was born, you know? But like, they forgot what they called him, so when he was about eight, they axed him what he wanted to be called. It was down to Spike or Slade, until Slade saw that cartoon about the two dogs - one was named Spike - who ended up at the end of the cartoon's ending being, like, not the boss of the dogs, so he rejected that name.
So Slade says there's gonna be like, a gigantic battle between the witches, the Masons, the Elves, the Dwarfs, and some country music people that don't believe in electrified instruments. I don't really understand that last part, but I trust Slade. He knows stuff!
But anyway, there's gonna be a real bloodbath or something in what Slade calls, 'The Wastelands'. It's, like, a place somewhere in Africa or Europe or wherever where these diseased people lived. The Masons or the Dwarfs are gonna wipe them out and everyone is gonna use what used to be their land for a battleground. I think Slade called it Muslimland or something.
So, the witches are gonna boil stuff in these big pots they call cauldrons or whatever, and try to make people drink it. I said to Slade, "No way! I'm not drinking that sh!t!" But he said that I would be dead already, so it didn't matter. That made me feel better, you know, not having to drink whatever that sh!t is that the witches are gonna make.
Anyway, everyone is gonna fight until this super group, dressed in white like John Lennon, in the Beatles album "Abbey Road" was dressed like. Slade called them 'the Illuminate' or something. They're gonna call down from wherever they are and say,
"Hey! Enough fighting and arguing about stuff that we don't care about! I now pronounce you dead!"
And the head Illuminous guy is gonna wave his hand and the earth is gonna change back to 1965 again. Cool.
I never went to 1965, so it will be different. Except maybe, since I'll be dead, I'll have to get a note or something, so I can go.
Slade, that's my buddy's name, well, it's not his real name or anything, but his parents were hippies, and they, like, they named him when he was born, you know? But like, they forgot what they called him, so when he was about eight, they axed him what he wanted to be called. It was down to Spike or Slade, until Slade saw that cartoon about the two dogs - one was named Spike - who ended up at the end of the cartoon's ending being, like, not the boss of the dogs, so he rejected that name.
So Slade says there's gonna be like, a gigantic battle between the witches, the Masons, the Elves, the Dwarfs, and some country music people that don't believe in electrified instruments. I don't really understand that last part, but I trust Slade. He knows stuff!
But anyway, there's gonna be a real bloodbath or something in what Slade calls, 'The Wastelands'. It's, like, a place somewhere in Africa or Europe or wherever where these diseased people lived. The Masons or the Dwarfs are gonna wipe them out and everyone is gonna use what used to be their land for a battleground. I think Slade called it Muslimland or something.
So, the witches are gonna boil stuff in these big pots they call cauldrons or whatever, and try to make people drink it. I said to Slade, "No way! I'm not drinking that sh!t!" But he said that I would be dead already, so it didn't matter. That made me feel better, you know, not having to drink whatever that sh!t is that the witches are gonna make.
Anyway, everyone is gonna fight until this super group, dressed in white like John Lennon, in the Beatles album "Abbey Road" was dressed like. Slade called them 'the Illuminate' or something. They're gonna call down from wherever they are and say,
"Hey! Enough fighting and arguing about stuff that we don't care about! I now pronounce you dead!"
And the head Illuminous guy is gonna wave his hand and the earth is gonna change back to 1965 again. Cool.
I never went to 1965, so it will be different. Except maybe, since I'll be dead, I'll have to get a note or something, so I can go.
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Witches, bitches or simply human beings who just know that mocking and making fun of something so horrendous as a person attacking another person who's down, is cruel. This is just another sad story that should be seen as it is; as if this pervert had encountered your sister, mom, aunt down. This judge is not a judge, he's parallel to this pervert or to me even worst, because he's taken an oath to protect victims, which he's failed by 'choice'; no way no how he does not know better, if I know better, then so does he, this is not a joke, it's a tragedy. This is someone's sibling. The law needs to be changed and creeps like this perv and this so called judge need to be help accountable.