Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Monday, November 20, 2017
The STINK is STILL WAFTING from WENIG's GIRLFRIENDS
Oh that Devin Wenig. CEO of eBAY. What a piece of shit he is. He is SUCH a PIMP.
Here are some of his latest girlfriends, making money for him by stinking up the postal system. Devin is the Devil all right. He looks like a son of Trump. Or just the son of a whore. Which he no doubt is.
WHEW...this DUMB fat-assed piece of trash. She does the usual moronic STARE INTO HER CAMERA narcissim. She thinks someone wants to PAY to SMELL her? How about paying for the dustman to cart this BAGGAGE to the GARBAGE DUMP?
AND NOW...the ever popular SKANK WITH THE EYESORE TATTOO. Devin LOVES this girl, right?
WHAT made this meth-addicted whore get her skin etched with such an ugly, distracting face? Maybe she thought it looked like Devin Wenig. He IS a sleaze.
Last but least, yo yo yo, who wouldn't want to SMELL some ROAST PIG?
Yo, did you SHIT in yo' drawers? Oh. Those are your ass cheeks. WHEW.
Here are some of his latest girlfriends, making money for him by stinking up the postal system. Devin is the Devil all right. He looks like a son of Trump. Or just the son of a whore. Which he no doubt is.
WHEW...this DUMB fat-assed piece of trash. She does the usual moronic STARE INTO HER CAMERA narcissim. She thinks someone wants to PAY to SMELL her? How about paying for the dustman to cart this BAGGAGE to the GARBAGE DUMP?
AND NOW...the ever popular SKANK WITH THE EYESORE TATTOO. Devin LOVES this girl, right?
WHAT made this meth-addicted whore get her skin etched with such an ugly, distracting face? Maybe she thought it looked like Devin Wenig. He IS a sleaze.
Last but least, yo yo yo, who wouldn't want to SMELL some ROAST PIG?
Yo, did you SHIT in yo' drawers? Oh. Those are your ass cheeks. WHEW.
Friday, November 10, 2017
Thursday, October 5, 2017
"I'm Dying..." (Again) and "Oooh, the Deleter took my Links!!"
What courage. As he loves to say in any shitbox he stinks in, and in any blog he soils, "I'm a GOOD MAN." All he wants is to give away soft, soft instrumentals and C&W drek. ("It sure beats paying for music!")
The courageous CLOD offers the latest...how he's dying...and how his LINKS got deleted. Yes, the same old same old. WHO the FUCK believes this idiot? How many times has he been to hospital or been NEAR DEATH and how many times have his links magically been DELETED "only minutes after I posted them." Oh, and how about that great "THE FBI IS AFTER ME" post at the shitbox?
The latest hilarity with the Crying Dutchman, is THIS post (what, no PHOTOS) saying that he's refused open-heart surgery! Well, how do you FIND his heart? He doesn't have one. He PRETENDS to have one, with his tin-man whining about 9/11 and how he's "so emotional." Right. Like when he blows up forums, blows up blogs, blows up links, threatens people with death....what a heart.
He's WELL ENOUGH to post this shit, AND he's WELL ENOUGH to stubbornly scream and holler in a shitbox all about how he's got his SECRET blog.
He's WELL ENOUGH to "walk out" of the hospital.
He will be happy to RE-UP anything to anyone who pays him homage and meekly contacts his GMail and BEGS to be put on his list.
Yeah, the "Deleter" can knock stuff off "within minutes." In other words, idiots, you better contact him through GMail RIGHT AWAY. Remember, BABY loves INSTANT ATTENTION. He'll pretend that the only way you can get his precious collection of hillbilly music is to hurry up and respond to him the minute he offers it. SNAP TO IT! Otherwise, the "Deleter" will make sure you NEVER get it, and maybe the blog will be blown up too. Then you might have to wait a whole DAY before attention-deprived bearded-baby says "I'm BACK!"
For a guy who is supposedly about to suffer a heart attack, he quickly goes back to his usual rants about deleted links and spending his last days trying to give away Glen Campbell music! He gallantly walked out of the hospital so his disciples can continue kissing his hairy ass and being concerned about his oh-so-fragile health.
Christ, the shitbox is like The Wall Street Journal and the Times combined...it's SO full of valuable, Earth-shaking information! It must be read by bright, intelligent people who are involved with what really matters! After all, it's being led by the guy who said "Be careful with the time you have left." Not that he's said THAT recently! THAT quote seems to have disappeared from his addled Gouda-brain.
WHAT hospital "as a precaution" offers a patient OPEN HEART SURGERY???
Poor Dutch Douche, he can't quite make his lies believable, except to the retards who spend their lives quivering like bunnies because they desperately need to fill a gap or two in their collection of Status Quo albums.
"We think you should have open heart surgery." "Oh, no, no, I must go on the Internet and tell people about my secret blog! Besides, I have tinnitis! You people have no idea how I suffer! My tinnitis is so bad, that I keep asking people to send me links to music I desperately want to hear, and to tell me a good torrent where I can download a new movie I want to see! That's how tortured I am with tinnitis!"
A while ago he whined that he was afraid to download torrents because BREIN is very big on fining Dutch Douches like him, and that they have ways of knowing exactly what he's up to. He's paranoid. But not enough. He's scared shitless but wears Adult Diapers. He's always crying about how he's dying but he NEVER DOES.
The courageous CLOD offers the latest...how he's dying...and how his LINKS got deleted. Yes, the same old same old. WHO the FUCK believes this idiot? How many times has he been to hospital or been NEAR DEATH and how many times have his links magically been DELETED "only minutes after I posted them." Oh, and how about that great "THE FBI IS AFTER ME" post at the shitbox?
The latest hilarity with the Crying Dutchman, is THIS post (what, no PHOTOS) saying that he's refused open-heart surgery! Well, how do you FIND his heart? He doesn't have one. He PRETENDS to have one, with his tin-man whining about 9/11 and how he's "so emotional." Right. Like when he blows up forums, blows up blogs, blows up links, threatens people with death....what a heart.
He's WELL ENOUGH to post this shit, AND he's WELL ENOUGH to stubbornly scream and holler in a shitbox all about how he's got his SECRET blog.
He's WELL ENOUGH to "walk out" of the hospital.
He will be happy to RE-UP anything to anyone who pays him homage and meekly contacts his GMail and BEGS to be put on his list.
Yeah, the "Deleter" can knock stuff off "within minutes." In other words, idiots, you better contact him through GMail RIGHT AWAY. Remember, BABY loves INSTANT ATTENTION. He'll pretend that the only way you can get his precious collection of hillbilly music is to hurry up and respond to him the minute he offers it. SNAP TO IT! Otherwise, the "Deleter" will make sure you NEVER get it, and maybe the blog will be blown up too. Then you might have to wait a whole DAY before attention-deprived bearded-baby says "I'm BACK!"
For a guy who is supposedly about to suffer a heart attack, he quickly goes back to his usual rants about deleted links and spending his last days trying to give away Glen Campbell music! He gallantly walked out of the hospital so his disciples can continue kissing his hairy ass and being concerned about his oh-so-fragile health.
Christ, the shitbox is like The Wall Street Journal and the Times combined...it's SO full of valuable, Earth-shaking information! It must be read by bright, intelligent people who are involved with what really matters! After all, it's being led by the guy who said "Be careful with the time you have left." Not that he's said THAT recently! THAT quote seems to have disappeared from his addled Gouda-brain.
WHAT hospital "as a precaution" offers a patient OPEN HEART SURGERY???
Poor Dutch Douche, he can't quite make his lies believable, except to the retards who spend their lives quivering like bunnies because they desperately need to fill a gap or two in their collection of Status Quo albums.
"We think you should have open heart surgery." "Oh, no, no, I must go on the Internet and tell people about my secret blog! Besides, I have tinnitis! You people have no idea how I suffer! My tinnitis is so bad, that I keep asking people to send me links to music I desperately want to hear, and to tell me a good torrent where I can download a new movie I want to see! That's how tortured I am with tinnitis!"
A while ago he whined that he was afraid to download torrents because BREIN is very big on fining Dutch Douches like him, and that they have ways of knowing exactly what he's up to. He's paranoid. But not enough. He's scared shitless but wears Adult Diapers. He's always crying about how he's dying but he NEVER DOES.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Pill Huelbig, Shit for Brains, Fat Headed Grinning GOOFBALL
"Hello everyone!
"Guess what? Frank Vincent lived SEVEN WHOLE YEARS after making contact with my yeasty body and seeing my stupid pumpkin-like face. Imagine that!
"You'd think he would've been bored to death just hearing ONE FUCKING WORD from a useless librarian drone like me. Some dull-witted fag-virgin jackass."
"If you'd like to see more pictures of my cantaloupe-like head and my yellow-toothed grimace, Christ, they are ALL over the place. I pose the same way all the time. Frank looks like he and I are good friends. He was very friendly with my $20 Bill.
"In fact, that's what you could call me. $20 Bill. That's how I impress people. I PAY THEM. Because otherwise, well look at me. I'm a vacant-faced dumb-ass goofus goon. I am a total fucking waste of space. New York should not allow me to commute into town from New Jersey. Maybe the next time there's a fucking train wreck, I'll be part of it, and other than my extremely ugly sister, NOBODY will give a rat's ass.
"Lastly, guess what. I'm on Rotten Tomatoes! No, ROTTEN TOMATOES don't refer to my balls. It's a website where idiotic self-important geek-jackasses give their worthless opinions on the latest movies. Oh my LORD, I went to see MOTHER. I thought maybe it was about my MOTHER, the one who turned me off women for life.
"If you go on the site, and scroll through OVER ONE HUNDRED PAGES OF ASSHOLES blabbering about a fucking MOVIE, you might find MINE. Did I like it? Did I hate it? Am I too boring to even masturbate? Why am I alive? To give $20 to has-beens so they can pose with me! SEVEN YEARS later, the infection from shaking my hand finally led to Vincent's death. Oh well. Be very worried, Louise Lasser!"
"Guess what? Frank Vincent lived SEVEN WHOLE YEARS after making contact with my yeasty body and seeing my stupid pumpkin-like face. Imagine that!
"You'd think he would've been bored to death just hearing ONE FUCKING WORD from a useless librarian drone like me. Some dull-witted fag-virgin jackass."
"If you'd like to see more pictures of my cantaloupe-like head and my yellow-toothed grimace, Christ, they are ALL over the place. I pose the same way all the time. Frank looks like he and I are good friends. He was very friendly with my $20 Bill.
"In fact, that's what you could call me. $20 Bill. That's how I impress people. I PAY THEM. Because otherwise, well look at me. I'm a vacant-faced dumb-ass goofus goon. I am a total fucking waste of space. New York should not allow me to commute into town from New Jersey. Maybe the next time there's a fucking train wreck, I'll be part of it, and other than my extremely ugly sister, NOBODY will give a rat's ass.
"Lastly, guess what. I'm on Rotten Tomatoes! No, ROTTEN TOMATOES don't refer to my balls. It's a website where idiotic self-important geek-jackasses give their worthless opinions on the latest movies. Oh my LORD, I went to see MOTHER. I thought maybe it was about my MOTHER, the one who turned me off women for life.
"If you go on the site, and scroll through OVER ONE HUNDRED PAGES OF ASSHOLES blabbering about a fucking MOVIE, you might find MINE. Did I like it? Did I hate it? Am I too boring to even masturbate? Why am I alive? To give $20 to has-beens so they can pose with me! SEVEN YEARS later, the infection from shaking my hand finally led to Vincent's death. Oh well. Be very worried, Louise Lasser!"
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Sunday, September 24, 2017
What a Miracle, he isn't DEAD yet
"It looks bleak."
What, this Dutch Douche is about to DROP DEAD?
Of course not. It's just the bearded Drama Queen calling attention to himself in his pathetic shitbox, for his turd-headed followers. All two of them. There's always a few who need a really false idol to worship.
Two days ago he was pouting and sobbing, claiming to be in the ICU. "It looks bleak." He was probably just going in for an ordinary check-up "on the government's teat."
Because here he is, ba-a-a-a-a-ck as if NOTHING HAPPENED to him. Nothing about his miracle cure, just his usual pathetic need to give away old garbage. Anyone really want more KRAFTWERK? Sorry fat Dutch Nazi, everybody's already said HEIL to that.
There he goes, chattering away like an old monkey. SO important to him. Nothing else in his worthless life. Not even his mommy-wife.
Oh, and of course, getting shot down only means he pops up with a new obnoxiously-named bloggy-poo.
What, this Dutch Douche is about to DROP DEAD?
Of course not. It's just the bearded Drama Queen calling attention to himself in his pathetic shitbox, for his turd-headed followers. All two of them. There's always a few who need a really false idol to worship.
Two days ago he was pouting and sobbing, claiming to be in the ICU. "It looks bleak." He was probably just going in for an ordinary check-up "on the government's teat."
Because here he is, ba-a-a-a-a-ck as if NOTHING HAPPENED to him. Nothing about his miracle cure, just his usual pathetic need to give away old garbage. Anyone really want more KRAFTWERK? Sorry fat Dutch Nazi, everybody's already said HEIL to that.
There he goes, chattering away like an old monkey. SO important to him. Nothing else in his worthless life. Not even his mommy-wife.
Oh, and of course, getting shot down only means he pops up with a new obnoxiously-named bloggy-poo.
"I am the Princess of Blogs!" What an achievement. He can get all the blogs he wants.
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