Message from @Punished Arditi
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Yeed is an alt right hate symbol now
y e e d
@fallen angel this guy I’m selling a car too
His last name is sneed
hahaha yes!
Tried not to laugh when I asked him what it was
sneed off
hahaha yes!
@fallen angel sneed
....I......I don't think you understand.......
........sneed........
hahaha yes!
@fallen angel hey...buddy....
The owner of my dealership just banned singing humming and whistling in dealership property and said violation will result in termination
Then its time to become who you are
my roommate has been complaining about one of her coworkers whistling and singing all the time recently
she works in a title office and i guess it actually bothers people
Absurd
DONT EVER BE HAPPY IN YOUR COMPANY
IT BOTHERS OTHERS WHEN UR HAPPY
Office workers are usually spoiled effeminate retards
ok mr sneed
Where my mid winter barbecue-lads at?
animal collective are radical anarcho-primitivists
like ok
I whistle in the shower everyday. My neibours hate me for it. I know thier planning to kill me, the only question is wether I'll loose concentration long enough over the coming weeks and months for them to coordinate a strike agianst me. They check my mail- not its content, but its frequency. They also have secretly coded conversations about me within ear shot. Any comment they have on the whether is actually relaying my exact in the moment movments. They know I'm listening too. I'm sure theres irony in it somewhere about both the factions, listening into each other but I try not to think about that, lest I forget. Always, always I must maintain vigualence. Somtimes my kitchen door is open, sometimes my cuboards and I know they details and managing a list of my caloric intake, seeking to find an hour when I'm most fatuiged enough to stage an effective operation- hence why I keep secret food under my bed and inside my cutlury draw. Some nights I pretend to sleep, just in case. I lay there, eyes closed, counting to myself untill every hour where I'll let out a small mumur so as to make it seem I am within a state of REM... but they know, they know I'm only pretending, hence they never act. I have encoded my whistling with a kind of morse code, so as to try and cooerse outside actors to my side, on the off chance somoene else out there is willing to help me in my struggle agianst the neibours. Kind of like putting one side of velcro to your car tires just incase you drive over money that has the other side of velcro attached to it. I have strategically places secret knifes around my property in the event of a 'Tier B1' or higher scenario, such as inside my bread or the underside of my router. Sometimes they laugh through the walls at me, so I laugh back even harder. This is my life. Help me.
Using my Obama phone to smuggle crack on to the plane